A/N: This is the last chapter! I've enjoyed writing it. It was SO fun! Before I forget, I am going to finish writing 'Baby on the way'; Check it out! Thanks for the review! Enjoy!

"Sara, wait," Griss mumbled.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back so I was at an arms length away.

Damn.

I really didn't want to stop kissing him; But I suppose if he stopped the kiss, it must be something important.

"I um… I think we should go unpack."

I opened my mouth to something but nothing would come out. Not even a squeak.

"Unpack…" I repeated.

Goddamn him! We finally have something going and he breaks it.

"Right. Okay. See you later," I said in a huffy breath and raced up the stairs to my room.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Ugh, I hate him sometimes.

He can't make up his mind about what he wants and what he doesn't.

I throw open my bedroom door and once inside, I slam it shut with all my might.

"Sara?" He calls.

"Go away!" I scream.

Why the hell am I yelling at him?

I love him.

Feeling as though my head was going to burst at any moment, I flop onto my bed and close my eyes.

"Deep breath, Sidle," I whisper to myself.

For some odd reason I talk to myself. But not that stupid Sofia; I only talk to myself when I'm alone.

It seems to calm me. Some people like watching a stream, I like talking to myself.

"Sara!" He says again.

This time he's right outside my door.

"Come back in a little while. I need to think!"

I hear his footsteps going down the stairs and I let out a huge sigh.

Okay. Why am I getting upset over this?

He kissed me. That's cool. And hot. The kisses were amazing.

I really can't figure out why I'm so upset.

I mean, all he did was say he thought we should unpack.

And that seems logical. After all, we're going to be here all week.

But why did he have to break our kiss?

I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

Should I go talk to him? Apologize?

I sigh.

Why do men have to be so complicated?

Clank. Bang.

What the hell?

Clank, clank, clank.

What was that noise?

I jump off the bed and rush over to the window.

Griss was cutting wood.

No, no. He was making something.

Making what? It was less than 20 degrees out there!

I opened the window and stuck my head out, the cold wind surprising me more than I had expected.

"Grissom!" I yelled.

He didn't look up. He just kept hammering.

"Grissom!" Screaming, I smiled as my word echoed.

He turned around and looked up at me. He smiled as he replied, "What?" in his loudest scream possible.

Now it was my turn to smile.

He always made me laugh, no matter what.

"Whatcha making?"

He laughed.

"Making? Nothing, I'm just beating the crap out of this piece of wood. Come out here. I want to talk to you."

I gladly pulled my head in the window and closed it.

We went from yelling at each other to talking. Nice.

I ran down the stairs and pulled my coat off the coat rack; Slipping it on as I went out the door, I noticed it was snowing.

I sucked in a breath. Even if it was freezing cold, the snow was beautiful.

Suddenly Griss appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, beautiful," He whispered as he joined me in standing in the snow.

"Grissom, I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm really sorry," I softly said.

He just smiled.

"Sar, I've been a fool. You've always been there and I never realized it. I never realized how perfect you are."

Aw. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

I had been an ass to him and now he was being all romantic.

"I um… I wanted to do this last year. After that guy attacked you in the State Hospital, after you told me what happened to your father. I should have done it then. But I was stupid," He grinned slightly as he pulled a small box out of his shirt pocket.

Wait.

He brought me here… to propose? Oh my God.

All my dreams coming true in one day!

"Sara," He started, his grin turning into a full on smile, "Will you marry me? I know I've been a total jerk to you in the past. But now, I've come to my senses."

God, I can't breathe.

I could feel my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath.

Marry him? The man of my dreams?

You know what happened next.

"Yes. Yes I will marry you, Bugman," I whispered with a smile.

This was the best vacation ever.