A/N: I started to write something that would have gone between this and the previous chapter, but everything I wrote I didn't like how it came out no matter how I did it so I just went ahead with this one. I can't write detailed smut so you'll have to live with this. Also had a comically freaky experience while writing this. But apparantly TPTB had "The Geeks Get the Girls" on repeat on the radio the entire time which shouldn't have happened logically but I'm not complaining. So maybe that's supposed to be their theme song? Dunno. Anyway, enjoy. And again, there's still more to come so no worries there.

"Catherine, I can't do this."

Sara wrung her hands and nervously pressed out non-existant wrinkles from her dress.

"Nonsense. The minute you see his face, everything and everyone else will disappear." She smiled reassuringly, even though Sara couldn't see her.

Pulling the laces of the corset tight, she tied a double knot. Then she walked around to face Sara, to see what was to be done with her hair and makeup. Sara's brunette tresses were pulled into a sleek updo. Smokey eyeshadow and burgundy lipstick finshed the look.

She hadn't smoked in years, kicking the habit upon beginning her career at the LVPD. But she was definitely craving one right now to calm her nerves. There was no reason she should be nervous but she couldn't help it nonetheless.

As Catherine handed her the bouquet of red roses, she smiled. "Let's get this show on the road."

The ceremony was to be held in an open courtyard under the stars. Sara had no family and Greg's only family, Papa Olaf, wasn't able to travel in old age but he had sent his congratulations. The entire Criminalistics department had been invited but most of the days had declined in order to cover for the nightshift.

The location was a resort village in Henderson. Sara had seen the place from the road when she and Warrick were driving back to Vegas from a case in Boulder City, and had insisted that Greg see it. There were trees everywhere outside covered with clear lights, which added to the romance.

Greg stood near the altar area, fidgeting.

"Hey man, calm down." Nick laughed.

"Easy for you to say."

Once everyone was seated, Catherine entered as the maid of honor. Of course, everyone stood when Sara entered, her arm linked with Brass's.

No need to be nervous. See? Cath was right.

She smiled at Greg's shit-eating grin the entire time.

"By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Laughter ensued as Greg didn't waste any time kissing her.

To be honest, she had never in a million years dreamed of being Greg's wife. But now that she was, she'd never take it back for anything.

Greg, being Greg, pulled Sara onto the outdoor skating rink for their first dance after dinner.

Brass and Grissom, each holding a drink in hand, watched them like the father figures they were. Lindsey came over and pulled Grissom away to dance with her.

Holding him tight, Sara kissed Greg softly and whispered, "You know the only thing that would make this night more perfect? If it could snow here."

"Is that...? That's not..."

"It is." Bobby was just as confused as Hodges. But it was indeed snowing, thanks to Sara's prayers.

There were also fireworks at midnight to ring in the new year. Shortly after, the newlyweds slipped away to their hotel room as the others partied the rest of the night.

Sara bit her lip as Greg hungrily kissed every inch of her exposed neck and shoulders.

"Slow down, love. I'm not going anywhere."

Lifting one side of her skirt, he stroked her bare thigh. Fumbling with the knot of her dress, he instead unfastened the skirt and let it fall into a puddle at their feet, leaving her only in the corset top and her lace boyshort panties.

Did her eyes deceive her or was he really nervous? She'd lived with him for less than a year and been his lover for the same amount of time, and yet here he was acting like a virgin. She also remembered back to the time when they were investigating two dead college lovers and he, in so many words, had admitted that he wasn't near as experienced as she was. Sara knew he liked it rough and that's what she would give him, a night to remember.

When they were both spent, Greg fought to keep his eyes open. Sleep finally won out. She wiggled out of his arm to blow out the candles and then snuggled up to him again, kissing his lips softly. "Love you, Greg," she whispered.