A/N: This is it! The very last chapter of this story. I know some of you might be disappointed, but to be totally honest, I'm glad that it's over. It didn't feel right anymore. I hope you all had a good time reading it. Please check my page regularly for I have a lot of stories that I'm working on and they will be uploaded sometime soon. If you don't feel like checking, just put me up on your author alert list and you'll be fine ;-). Okay... I'll shut up, the characters are not mine, though I wish they were. No go enjoy the read!

He turned around and walked back into their home after bidding her goodbye for the night. She had gone, because apparently she cared a great deal for traditions. There was lack of an elderly home so she had forced Catherine to take her in for the night, Cath not being too happy with the arrangements because having a thirty-five year old 'daughter' made her feel old. She had conceded anyway, albeit grumpy and had now picked his soon-to-be-wife up from his doorstep.

And he was missing Sara already.

Her scent lingered in the living room, in the kitchen. When he cooked and used the spices she so often used when making him a delicious dinner he smelled her and thought of the way she moved between the fridge and the stove, taking out vegetables and chopping them up finely while discussing the day with him. He loved her, more than he had ever dared to love anyone, even her, but somehow she had crept under his skin and resided there.

He sat and ate alone at their breakfast bar, willing the loneliness he had never expected to go away. It was just for one night, one night of lonely at the brink of together forever, for a lifetime. A lifetime. He raised a glass of wine to his lips as he let his thoughts wander to the past, in which he had fallen in love, the present, in which they loved and made love and the future, which would hold many surprises for the two of them, and again, love.

After dinner he settled on the couch with a book, not fully being able to concentrate, but at least trying to. He thought of her and how he never wanted her to be away from him again and how on earth he had been able to resist having her around him for all those years.

Sara meanwhile was enjoying an evening with Cath, who turned out to be a wonderful surrogate mother talking her through the wedding and telling her about married life. Sappy romantic comedies filled the gaps in their conversations and gave the evening an overall feeling of joy and fun. Although she still missed Grissom and thought about him on more than one occasion, Cath did a fine job in keeping her mind of being nervous for the day to come.

At ten Sara was forced to lay down on the couch and have Lindsey give her a facial.

"Watch the bump!" Cath warned.

"It's not like I was planning to sit on it or anything!" Lindsey looked at her mother with an annoyed glance.

"I'm fine Cath, we are thoroughly enjoying the pampering."

She just laid back and relax and let the feel of comfort wash over her. She was glad to be as she were, because she could, because she knew she could, and lay, just there, the two of them connected.

She was on the brink of falling asleep when Cath scooted her off to the queen size bed that was waiting for her in the guest room. She rolled under the blankets and allowed her 'mum' to tuck her in. It felt strange, yet comforting to have someone other than Grissom tend for her. She had never in all her life been tucked in lovingly.

Catherine called Grissom, reaching him just as he was about to turn in, and told him she took good care of his fiancée.

"She's a lucky girl, you know that, Gil."

"Did you have a little to much to drink?"

"I'm serious, but then again, you're lucky too."

Grissom smiled at the thought of Sara and nodded slightly. "Yeah. I know that much."

After agreeing to get a good night's sleep and telling Cath to take care of his girl for him he got into bed and slept, surprisingly well.

Sunbeams caressing her face awoke Sara at ten, which surprised her mildly because she normally wasn't one to get up any later than 8 sharp. A light rap on the door was immediately followed by Cath walking in.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

"Hey," Sara said sleepily.

"Ready for your big day?"

Sara nodded.

"Bit nervous though. Oh by the way, is this bed for sale?"

"The two of you won't fit in unless you lie on top of each other and there's an image I do not want to see."

Sara grinned at the thought of Grissom on top of her, then got out of bed.

In the shower she thought of a plan to force Catherine to trade houses with her and Grissom, it was that good.

Droplets of water clung to her fair skin when she blow dried her hair straight. Catherine had promised to put her hair up in a French Twist, Grissom loved that.

Grissom loved that he had asked Warrick to pick him up, because for the love of God he could not get his tie to tie right. His hands could not stop shaking and he wondered if this was actually the most nervous he had ever been in his entire life. Probably, yes.

After Warrick had taken care of the tie and escorted Grissom to his SUV they drove to Catherine's house to pick up Sara.

He had even bought her flowers, nothing special, but just right for Sara. Four sunflowers, one for each of them.

She emerged from Catherine's house and she looked so beautiful, radiant, an angel. She had never looked more beautiful to him in all this years he had known her and that said something.

He was not a man of many emotions, he was not a person to shed tears, but right now, when he saw her he felt the moisture in his eyes and he had to blink the tears back, so proud for Sara to have chosen him, out of all the men in the world, after everything.

She climbed in the Denali with him and smiled at Warrick who beamed back at her. And Grissom wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into him, he and she, together, melting, and not because of heat, but because of them.

Although Sara had wanted many traditional things, they had decided to do the ceremony in a chapel. No Elvis, a normal person, but easy, fast and not too large. They had invited only a few people, who needed space?

The wedding march played as they made their way down the aisle, smiling at eachother, not really believing they were there.

Everything just passed like a dream, Grissom didn't notice anything but Sara, beautiful Sara and she would be his wife.

He heard her say those magic words, "I do."

The woman rattled on, words directed at him, but all he could see was Sara, shining, beaming, crying, her wonderful curves standing out in her beautiful dress, just Sara. The woman had stopped speaking and he was sure it was his turn.

THE END (yes, really)

He looked in those dark brown eyes and -voice trembling- he said, "I do."