Well, we've finally made it to the end. It's kinda sad really…
As for a sequel? I really don't know. I've hit a serious writer's block this month and I don't have any good ideas for any stories at the moment. If anyone has any suggestions, I will take them into serious consideration- anything to get me writing again.
So, until paths cross again- thank you to everyone who reviewed and encouraged me through this, your support and comments have really been wonderful.


Epilogue

The autumn had yielded its reign of Las Vegas to winter, which in turn was beginning to fade to spring. With the coming spring came a warmer breeze and the promise of new beginnings.

The sun cast its warm afternoon rays over the surface of the small pond, causing the ripples to shine as the wind brushed across the glassy surface. A few ducks lazily paddled around the edges, looking for handouts and neglected picnics.

Sara gazed out at the water from where she sat along the bank and gave a contented sigh.

"What are you thinking?" Greg asked playfully, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"I like ducks. They're funny." She replied dreamily.

He laughed. "That's it…? I was hoping for something a little… deeper."

"Well, I was also thinking that I'm an incredibly lucky woman." Sara grinned as she held up her left hand and admired the way the sun reflected off the three small diamonds that were inlaid in a delicate white-gold ring.

"That's more like it." Greg gave her a squeeze. "Are you happy?"

"Of course." She looked over at him. "I've got you… and I've…"

"Hey, Lovebirds!" A voice yelled from behind them.

Sara sighed. "And I've got friends with the subtly of neon signs…" She turned around to look at Catherine, who was approaching them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this romantic moment…" The redhead smiled.

"No, you're not." Sara interjected.

Catherine just grinned and continued on. "If you two plan on eatingyou better hurry up or Nick and Warrick won't have left you anything."

"We're coming." The brunette assured her, standing.

Satisfied, Catherine turned and headed back for the picnic table.

Holding out her hand, Sara helped Greg stand, noticing that he winced a little as he did so.

"Does it still hurt?" She asked softly.

"Not really. I barely notice it." Greg gave a shrug.

"You're so tough."

He laughed and put his arm around her waist as they started for the table. "I don't notice the pain when you're around…"

"Is that so?"

"It is. As long as I've got you, nothing else matters."

"You're sweet."

He shrugged. "I try."

Sara laughed, turning and kissing him- an action that he happily returned.

"Do you two mind? Some of us are trying to eat." Nick protested from the table, making a face of disgust as Sara turned toward him.

"Sorry, Gris." She smiled over at the supervisor.

Grissom looked up at her and gave her a stern look, which faded into a smile. "It's alright."

Nick glared at the brunette, who laughed, as she and Greg sat down across from him.

"Before we begin, I think we should have a toast." Catherine stood at her spot next to Warrick and raised her bottle of water. "I think we should toast to Greg finally getting off his ass and proposing to Sara. It's about time."

"You're only saying that because you won the bet." Nick muttered.

"There was a bet?" Greg glanced between Nick and Warrick.

"Way to go, Nicky." Warrick muttered back.

Nick shrugged. "They'd have found out eventually."

Catherine coughed, clearly annoyed that the attention had been drawn away from her. "Anyway… since I will not be persuaded to give a speech at your wedding, I'm going to say it now…"

Greg and Sara exchanged uncertain glances, but gave the redhead their attention.

"I propose a toast to Sara and Greg. May you have health and happiness- now and forever."

"For eternity." Nick added, raising his own water.

Sara smiled, raising her water in one hand and taking Greg's hand with the other. "For eternity."

The End