Grissom blinked, stepping back from Sara, stunned that she had slapped him. She stood in front of him, studying him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no words came out.

"That's for making me wait while you took your time pulling your head out of your ass," she said sternly, glaring at him. He still couldn't think of a coherent response, but didn't have to, as she suddenly moved towards him. He stepped back instinctively, but she placed her hands on his face and drew him to her in one swift motion. He instantly felt her lips on his, and he melted into their taste. As quickly as it had begun, she pulled away. Breathing heavily she panted,

"And that is for never leaving my side at the hospital, and being brave enough to try and re-establish our relationship."

Grissom was dumbstruck. All he could do was stand there and stare at her. Her brown eyes followed his blue ones as he looked from her feet to her face, still at a loss for words. He didn't have to speak, as she continued,

"But Grissom, it's to late. What we had, we left in San Francisco…it's been to long. I've spent the last few years trying to make you remember, and in that time I realized that you've moved on. I heard you…I heard you talk to that suspect Vincent Lurie, about how you couldn't put me over your job and I don't want to play second fiddle to what you do. Grissom, you left me waiting and guessing for so long. You asked me to come to Vegas, and I did, hoping that we could pick up where we left off. When you didn't do anything, or respond to me, I wanted to leave, and then you asked me to stay again. I don't want that anymore. I realize now that I have to move on…and there's someone already waiting for me, that I can't let him wait any longer. I don't want to do to him what you did to me. I'm sorry Griss, but this is it. I'm not going to leave Vegas, but I am going to leave what we had in the past," she searched his face for a reaction.

He was still at a loss for words, everything she had said falling on him at once. Then it hit him, she had her memory back. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing here, giving a better explanation for why she didn't want him, then she did before in the hospital.

"Sara…" he managed to say.

She shook her head slowly, "No Grissom. Nothing you can say will change my mind."

He nodded, realizing that he had waited to long, "Alright…"

"This doesn't mean we can't still be friends though…is that ok?"

He raised his eyes to hers, "Of course," he whispered.

She turned away from him and began to walk down the hall.

"Sara," he called. She hobbled around on her crutches to face him,

"Yes?"

"Tell whoever it is you're going to that he's a lucky man, and to not let you go like I did."

She fought the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, nodding only and then limping away again.

Grissom sighed and closed the door to his place, walking to his couch. He sat down, placing his head in his hands. He had lost her, but he had known that long ago. He just didn't think that it would hurt this much.

Greg flipped channels restlessly, finding nothing that could keep his interest. But then what could? All he could think about was her, and what he had told her. Greg had wanted her so badly, and the kiss only fuelled his desire, but he had known in his heart it would have been wrong. He would have to wait, again, as always, hoping that she would one day change her mind about Grissom. He turned the TV off, and sighed, reaching for his beer. Taking a swig, he lay down on the couch, when there was a knock on the door. He slowly got up and walked towards it,

"Who is it?" he called out.

"Greg, it's me."

He threw open the door to find Sara staring at him, tears in her eyes.

"Sara?" he asked, stunned.

She nodded, "The one and only, Greggo."

A smile broke out on his face, "You remember?" he couldn't believe it.

"I do," she replied, a tear sliding down her cheek.

He reached out and took her into a hug, "It's so good to have you back," he whispered into her hair.

She pulled away, her hands still resting on his shoulders, "Greg…I've made my choice" she mumbled, before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on his lips, "Is this right now?"

His eyes grew wide, "Huh?" was all he managed to say.

"Greg, I've learned that I can't make you wait like someone did to me, and that same someone told me to tell you that you're a lucky man, and to not let me go. So don't ok?"

"You mean…you mean you want to be with me?" he stuttered.

"Yes, you."

Greg's signature smile spread across his face, and Sara could swear she had never seen it bigger, "I'd be honoured," he said, capturing her lips again with his own.

As they pulled apart he mumbled, "I've waited so long for that…"

"And you won't ever have to wait any longer."

One Year Later

"I guess I should start by thanking everyone for being here tonight, it means a lot to both of us," he cleared his throat, "We've been through a lot in the past year and a bit, actually the three of us have. Tonight, I'd like to thank the people who stood by our side through the difficult times, never giving up on us. Greggo buddy, thanks for always being there with a smile or joke to cheer us up. You're gonna make one hell of a CSI. Cath, what can I say? You're always there when we need you, with some great advice. You are also one of the most brutally honest people I know, but it's a good thing sometimes, thanks. Sara, there is no one out there like you. You went through hell right with us, and you fought through it too. You're such a strong, determined person, and we hope that you never change. Congratulations on your engagement. Greg, you're one lucky man. Brass, thank you for being so tough and helping to catch the man who caused all our pain. I don't know any other cop I would rather work with than you. Warrick," he paused and turned to his friend, "You're like my brother, and you're also my best friend. Thanks for keeping me going, always being there, and never giving up on me. And last but not least, Grissom. Where do I even start? You're more than my boss Griss, you're like a father to us all. I don't know anyone more dedicated to his team than you, and we all wouldn't have it any other way. I need to thank you the most, for holding on to hope when I gave up, for seeing us through our troubled times, for pushing me when I needed it, and always being there for us no matter what. Grissom, you're one amazing man," he stopped, and then turned to his left, "Clara, you are my life, and I am honoured that you chose me to spend it with. A year ago…" his voice began to fill with emotion, "A year ago, we came together over Cassie, and I feel blessed that I found you and her. A year ago, I also nearly…almost lost you. I honestly don't know what I would have done without you. But you fought it, you held on. We fight together now, and we'll make it, no matter what comes at us, because we are together," he wiped a tear from his eye, "You are my angel, you and Cassie brought new meaning to my life, and you give me a new reason to love life every day. I love you so much…thank you," Nick finished, his voice breaking. Clara, who had been standing slightly to his left, reached out and pulled Nick to her, tears streaking down her own face. She kissed him and the people in the hall began to clap.

Later, as Nick and Clara swayed to the music, others joined in.

"Come on," Warrick said, taking Catherine's hand gently and pulling her from her chair. He led her to the floor where she wrapped her arms around him and he held her waist.

"Did I tell you how great you look tonight?" he whispered in her ear.

She smiled, "Several times actually. I do believe you tried to get me out of this dress before we even left for the wedding."

"Oh we'll be having some fun later for sure," he grinned wickedly, kissing her.

Grissom's cell phone buzzed in his pocket, "Hello?" he answered.

"Well hello Gil. I wanted to apologize again for not being able to come tonight. But I think I'll be able to make it up to you," a voice purred on the other end.

"And how would you do that?" he replied, his eyebrow raised.

"I was thinking we could have tea tomorrow morning, a little civility before facing the world. That is after you come over tonight though."

"I'll be over soon," Grissom smiled, "The bride and groom are pretty preoccupied with each other to notice that I am gone."

"I'll see you soon then Gil."
"You to Heather."

Grissom made his way towards the door, glancing back once at the happy couples on the dance floor. After loosing Sara, he realized that life was to short to deny love, so he had called Lady Heather, and apologized to her. He then asked her out to dinner, and the rest was history. He had never been so happy in his life.

Greg brushed an errant strand of hair from Sara's face, "You're so beautiful," he murmured, "And I can't believe we're getting married."

She giggled, then kissed him, "You better believe it."

"So, are we going to tell them our little secret?" he asked her slyly.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "We still have a few months before the evidence begins to show. We'll tell them later," she replied, kissing him again, as he snaked his hands from her waist to across her stomach.

The End

And it's done! Hope everyone enjoys it, I tried to please the different shippers, did my best. Thanks to Nicole for being a bit of a beta, and all my other loyal readers! You guys are the best!
Hope you enjoyed the whole story! Enjoy the new episodes of CSI, I know I will!
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