Hey, ok so we're going back to see what just happened a year ago :-)
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Chapter 1
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Saturday May 21st, 2005
Las Vegas, Nevada
LVPD Crime Lab
8:45 p.m. (PST)
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"You can't be serious Sara!" Grissom yelled as he stood up from his desk.
"It's not the end of the world, nor is this the first time I've applied for a Leave of Absence," Sara countered evenly as she stared at him.
"And that one lasted a few days before ending up in the back of your file."
"A plant isn't going to stop me this time," Sara answered evenly.
"Really?" he asked with a slight smirk
"I'm serious Griss, it's either this or my resignation… I need a break."
"We're already short-staffed Sara, with everything with Nick."
"I know that," Sara snapped, "I was there just like everyone else. But I can't stay here. I need a break from Vegas… and you," she added softly.
"Sara…" he began sitting down with a thud.
"It's your choice Griss," Sara answered as she rose, setting another piece of paper next to her L.O.A. form – her resignation. "At least with the leave of absence, there's a chance I might come back."
He looked at both papers before sighing, and finally adding his name to her Leave of Absence. "Thank you," Sara spoke softly before taking back her resignation.
"I'm sorry Sara," his whispered words reached her just as she opened the door.
"So am I Griss, so am I," she responded before leaving the room, never having turned to look at him.
The shift that night was spent finalizing paperwork for her leave of absence, and finishing the paperwork she needed to get done, as well as arranging her cases to be given to the next person, making sure her notes and such were readable. Within two hours of the end of shift, she was heading home, having said goodbye to the guys in her own way. They'd find out she was gone Tuesday, seeing as she was scheduled for two days off as it was.
After a quick stop at the hospital, and leaving a card for Nick since he wasn't allowed visitors yet – she headed home. As soon as she walked through the door, she contacted her manager and took care of ending her lease. The rest of the morning was spent calling U-Haul and the local storage facilities, contacting her utility companies and arranging for shut-offs and finally going on her computer to see about a job.
She was happily surprised, thrilled really, when she opened her e-mail and found one from the Boston Police Department's Coroner's Office. She had applied for an opening at the lab once more, having been accepted. She had every intention of returning to Boston, until Grissom had called and she ended up in Vegas instead. After she had made her decision to leave, she'd contacted them upon seeing they had an opening for an A.M.E. True it had been a number of years since she had worked as an Assistant Medical Examiner, but she had kept her certificates up to date, and the fact she worked in the number two Crime Lab in the country helped her along greatly.
After sending off an e-mail to the Chief Medical Examiner, saying she'd be there to fill out her paperwork, a week from Monday, she searched for a place in the area, and was happy to find a nice studio apartment in Malden. A phone call had the place reserved for her, with plans for her to sign the papers and move in Friday. When she was done, she turned her attention to packing.
The next day and a half was spent sorting; the majority of her furniture being put on the list of things to stay in storage in Vegas, though her bed and bedding were at the top of the list of things to head for the dump. Since that morning she hadn't been able to bring herself to sleep in them, instead sleeping on her couch. She happily threw away her take-out menus and sorted through her clothing, packing some to go with her, leaving others to remain in Vegas – either in storage or for donation.
Monday afternoon came, and she drove the rented U-Haul truck to storage, accompanied by a few of the neighbor teenage boys. Once everything was in storage, they headed back to the complex, stopping to treat the guys to dinner at McDonalds and then to exchange the truck for her trailer – she having had one of the more trustworthy boys drive her car, his grandmother would have killed him if anything happened to her car... When they got back to the complex, she gave the boys ten dollars each for helping as well, before setting to loading the trailer. Though she wasn't necessarily surprised to have the boys come back after a few minutes to help.
The next morning she handed her keys over to the manager, and said goodbye to the few people she did know in her complex. She was in Denver by nightfall and on the road early Wednesday morning. Thursday morning saw her leaving Chicago and reaching Boston that night – She'd never been so glad to be in a hotel room knowing she'd only have an hour to drive the next morning.
Friday morning she arrived at Archstone Park Place, and after signing the paperwork and receiving her keys, she set to unloading her trailer before heading to drop off the trailer, then to the closest Rent-to-Own. After selecting furniture for her bedroom, living room, and dining room, she made arrangements for delivery the next day, and arranged for cable hook-up Monday morning, both internet and TV. Then she headed towards an old friend. Cambridge.
She made an evening of it, shopping at the CambridgeSide Galleria and getting little things she'd need: bedding, dishes, cooking ware… She was bound and determined to not fall back into her habit of living off of take-out. She enjoyed a pretzel from Pretzel Time, Sour cream and Onion, her all time favorite, and something she hadn't had in far too many years, and checked out cell phone plans for the area, though she planned to wait until she found out if the M.E.'s office had a employee plan or not.
Friday night was spent sleeping in a sleeping bag on an air mattress, after unpacking as much as possible. Saturday morning came far too early for her, but with the early morning delivery of her furniture, Sara got down to the task of arranging her new home to her liking. After her new bed was made, she promptly collapsed into it, not moving until nearly noon on Sunday. Finally rising, she went shopping, and that night she cooked her first meal in her now home – Salad.
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Monday May 30th, 2005
Malden, Massachusetts
Sidle Residence
2:15 p.m. (EST)
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Monday morning she waited for the cable guy to hook it up, then had lunch, leftover salad, while she set up a new e-mail account and checked the mail in her old one. She wasn't surprised to see messages from Warrick and Greg, though the one from Catherine did surprise her a bit. She debated what to do as she ate for a few minutes before finally setting her plate aside and turning her attention back to her laptop.
To: WBrown (at) LVPD. com, GSanders (at) LVPD. com, CWillows (at)LVPD. com, GGrissom(a) LVPD. com, JBrass(at) LVPD. com
From: Sara. Sidle (at) hotmail. com
Subject: Hi Guys
Hey guys, just a quick note to let you know I'm safe and sound. I'm settled, I'm not going to say where cause in all honesty I really need a break. Though I won't say not to pull any stunts like tracking my ISP and finding out where I am. Ten to one someone already has Archie doing that (which by the way, hi Arch).
I have to run, I have an appointment to get to. Take care and tell Nick hi for me.
Sara
Content with her e-mail, she hit send before shutting her laptop down. Grabbing her purse she headed back to the car and made her way into Boston and the Medical Examiner's Office.
Dr. Macy, the Chief Medical Examiner, who she had heard so much about, wasn't there. Nor were the majority of his staff, all out on a major scene. Instead she was met by Lily Lebowski, the Grief Counselor for the Office. Lily had all the paperwork for her, and let her use her office to fill it out. By the time she was done, everyone was back – she had heard them returning over the last hour as they walked past Lily's office.
Thanking Lily, she followed the directions the other woman gave to Dr. Macy's office; she could see him inside and knocked on the door twice.
"Come in."
"Dr. Macy?" she began as she opened the door, "Sara Sidle," she continued as he rose from his desk.
"Ms. Sidle, of course. Lily said you were here," he began as he offered his hand. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived."
"That's alright," Sara smiled. "I know how it is. I think I've got everything done, if you want to go over it."
"Of course. Please, have a seat."
"Thank you," Sara nodded before sitting.
The next forty minutes were spent going over papers, discussing her past employment, experience, and her reasons for leaving Vegas. He had looked at her odd when she mentioned she had always wanted to work for him after hearing so much about him when she went to Harvard – but he hadn't asked.
Once everything was done, he gave her a tour of the lab, introducing her to major players in the lab - and her fellow doctors. One of the things she hadn't told those in Vegas, though to be honest they hadn't really been talking much in the last months, she had completed her doctorate online so technically she was a doctor now, even if she didn't have a medical doctorate yet. The first person she met was Bug, or Dr. Mahesh Vijayaraghavensatyanamurthy. She decided Bug was definitely more appropriate name. And when she'd commented on the timeline he was working on, he had looked at her before grinning and asking if she was an entomologist. When she'd explained that no, she knew one, she could see the questions in his eyes before being pulled away by Macy. She knew that would be an interesting conversation later.
Next she had met Sidney Trumaine, who was on his way to autopsy. Then she 'met' Dr. Cavanaugh, who had quickly told her to call her Jordan. It was only then that Jordan looked up from the file and actually saw what Sara looked like.
"Oh my God," Jordan began shocked. "I know you… Sara," she continued before frowning, obviously trying to place where she knew Sara from before Sara smiled and ducked her head slightly. "Oh my God! Sara! My God it's been years."
Sara laughed at both the confused look on Macy's face, and the fact she was being hugged like there was no tomorrow. "Wait, you two know each other?" Macy asked after a moment.
"God yes, this girl went to Harvard… I met her before I left Boston," Jordan grinned
"It's been about twelve-years. I met Jordan through my boyfriend at the time Dr. Macy," Sara explained.
"Garret," he corrected before shrugging. "Well then, at least you are going to know someone here then Sara."
"Two people actually," Jordan grinned. "That man is going to be shocked to see you girl."
"What man?" Garret asked as Sara just frowned at Jordan.
"Our resident Brit of course," Jordan answered before Sara's mouth dropped open.
"Nigel is still here?" she asked surprised.
"Like the man has ever left," Jordan smiled. "Come on, we have to surprise him," she continued grabbing Sara's arm, and pulling her along, leaving Garret behind to look after them still trying to figure out what just happened.
"Slow down Jordon," Sara argued as they went down another hallway. "Just what do you have in mind in the first place? I haven't seen him since I was twenty-two years old Cavanaugh, haven't seen you since then either if you remember correctly. Something tells me this is going to give him a heart attack and you entirely too much fun."
"Oh you think? I've been looking forward to having something to shock the man with for years," Jordan grinned evilly before stopping in front of a door to a lab. Inside Sara could make out a head bopping up and down, shoulder-length black hair swinging back and forth. "Hey Nige!" Jordan called as she opened the door and his head shot up and around to look at her.
"Jordan love, I don't have anything for you yet," he began immediately.
"That's ok, I've actually got something for you," Jordan smirked
"Really now? Anything I need to be keeping secret from the priest love?" he grinned.
"Well, that's none of my business now isn't it," Jordan countered before glancing at Sara who was shaking her head. "So, let's play remember when."
"Alright Jor, I'll play along. Though you have to share what you've been drinking later," Nigel shrugged.
"The answer to that is simply coffee Nige. Now, its 1992, I'm a new M.E. here at the morgue and you're the newest Criminalist. Garret is going crazy having to deal with both of us. I'm going through a string of men and you're dating one woman in particular, what was her name?"
"Sara Lynn," he answered without missing a beat. "And this is relating to this thing you have for me how?"
"Let's just call it a blast from your past," Jordan grinned before turning to walk away. "Oh and it's in the hallway for you," she called over her shoulder.
"Bloody girl is loosing her mind," Nigel muttered before rising and heading towards the doorway, stopping in surprise at the sight that greeted him.
"Hi…" Sara waved once, debating killing the woman she had just re-met for the first time in over a decade.
"Sara Lynn!" Nigel exclaimed after a moment before she found herself off the ground thanks to the arms around her waist and bear hug she became a participant of.
"Ok Nige, you can put me down," she laughed, suddenly feeling like she was twenty-two again before she ever left this man.
"Sweet Mary, God love you look good," Nigel smiled when he stepped back from her.
"And you're full of crap," she countered as she looked up at him. He was one of the few people she had to really look up to, but at six-four compared to her five-eight… "I look terrible quite frankly. Part of the reason I left Vegas."
"Ahh so you were in Vegas, interesting city that one," he nodded. "What brings you here though?"
"Actually, I'm the newest Criminalist for this place," Sara smiled. "For the next six months at least. I'm on a LOA from my job in Vegas."
"What's the job in Vegas love?" Nigel asked with a smile.
"CSI, level three," she answered with a shrug before looking past him at Garret who was walking towards them.
"Let me guess, company's coming," Nigel smirked before turning around. "'Lo boss."
"I hate to interrupt, but I'm here to take back our new doctor and remind you that you have work to do Nigel."
"Doctor?" Nigel asked looking back at Sara with a smile, "Always knew you'd make it when you went to Berkley," he continued with a smile before hearing Garret clear his throat. "Alright, alright, I'm going. Bloody slave driver…" he trailed off as he entered his lab.
"I'm guessing he's how you knew Jordan," Garret smiled.
"That would be correct," Sara smile before shaking her head. "I'd have thought he'd be back in England by now. Figured INS would have come after him by now."
"I heard that!" Nigel called from inside the lab.
"You were supposed to," Sara shot back before closing the door. "So, we were on a tour of the place?"
"Yes we were," Garret smiled before turning and leading her back down the hallway.
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Tuesday September 13th, 2005
Lynn, Massachusetts
Wal-Mart Store
5:28 p.m. (EST)
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The three weeks after her arrival flew by; Sara was busy with getting into the new grove, working alongside Nigel the majority of the time. It was fun really, she'd forgotten just how unique a soul Nigel was… well no, she'd never forgotten how interesting her first love was… She'd forgotten what she was like around him, she laughed more, sang more, and smiled more… She was happier, and it wasn't just being away from Vegas – Because when she was home, she was just as down and sad as she had been in Vegas.
She hadn't had much contact with those she left in Vegas, pretty much ignoring any e-mails. She knew it was probably wrong, but she needed the space, instead only sending a weekly e-mail to everyone as a group – saying she was fine, busy and settled. She'd purposely kept any information from being online, her address and new cell number… She wanted, needed, her freedom. She wasn't about to risk that.
It was a Wednesday when the first call came. She'd been home maybe an hour, flipping through channels…
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When she saw Nigel's name on the display, she'd smiled for the first time since leaving Boston. "Forget something?" she had asked with a smirk.
"Oh a number of things love, calling you more often when you were in Cali being one of them."
"Flirt today are we, bit late for that darlin'," She shot back
"Damn," Nigel countered, "Well guess I have to work on a few other things I've forgotten."
"Guess you do," Sara smiled
"So, what are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing at the moment, why?"
"Ahh well you are now."
"I am?"
"Yes, you and me, let's go to the movies."
"You been watching Annie again Nige?" Sara smirked
"Let's go to the movies, let go see the stars, cowboy heroes - cops and robbers, glamour and strife - bigger than life…"
"Oh my god, shut up!" Sara laughed to stop his singing. "Only you would be able to break out in song from a musical Nigel…"
"Ehh, I'm weird,"
"God yes you are," Sara giggled. "The movies?"
"You know, big screen, dark room, overpriced munchies, some probably cheesy flick, too cold air conditioning – the movies."
"You are nuts!" she laughed once more.
"Why thank you love. So, be ready in thirty minutes?"
"You won't take no for an answer will you?"
"Never!"
"Alright," Sara laughed, "Thirty minutes. You owe me a ride on your bike as it is."
"That I do, see you soon love."
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And that started it all. Practically every night she was doing something, initially just with Nigel, then the others started getting her to go out. She was introduced to the Pogue, the bar Jordan's father owned… though he was MIA so technically she was in charge. She'd given up drinking though, after everything, so she'd only have tea while the others would drink over a case.
She'd gotten close to them all, they were so different and yet they were a family. Bug who was the entomologist, and beyond thrilled when he discovered she knew the Dr. Gil Grissom. They'd spend hours discussing bug timelines and such. Then there was Lily, a fellow vegetarian, but more than that Lily was a complete sweetheart, wanting to protect everyone and see them all happy. Sidney was still sort of the quiet one, though they did get along, whereas Garret was the big brother of the group. Watching out for everyone, keeping Jordan in check, learning that he had to keep her in check as well… Jordan and she became the closest, well besides her relationship with Nigel.
It was funny, both she and Jordan were alpha-females, so was Catherine… but where she and Catherine couldn't live together, she and Jordan never let it get between them. Instead they recognized it in each other, and simply let it be. They worked well together rather than fighting as she and Catherine had. Jordan was possibly the first person in her life she could ever consider a best friend, and she wasn't about to loose that. Besides, the two of them could commiserate together over men, she had Grissom, and Jordan had Woody, who when she finally told him how she felt after he had been shot, he promptly told her to leave and didn't contact her for two months. By the time the end of June rolled around, they'd both decided that they were not going to mope over the men anymore. They weren't worth it.
Then there was Nigel… Nigel who shewas spending practically every night doing something with, Nigel who wouldn't let her be unhappy, who made her smile with just a few words… Nigel who she was quickly falling in love with all over again.
Independence Day had been spent at the Morgue watching the Pops on TV before going to the roof to watch the fireworks from a distance. Jordan had her guitar, and she had her's, so they sat and played their own music to go along with the fireworks, singing some of their favorite patriotic songs. They even did "God Save the Queen" for Nigel. Considering it was the same music as "My Country Tis of Thee", she and Jordan had it rather easy.
It was a week later that she had come into work to find a rose on her keyboard and an envelope.
From the moment I saw you,
from the moment I looked into your eyes,
There was something about you.
I knew that you were once in a lifetime,
A treasure near impossible to find,
and I know how lucky I am to know you.
Cause I've seen rainbows that could take your breath away.
The beauty of the setting sun that ends a perfect day.
And when it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few.
But I've never seen anything as beautiful as you.
Sara Lynn, will you accompany me to dinner this Saturday night?
Nigel
She couldn't help by smile, the poem was so beautiful. She didn't recognize it, and would have to ask him about it… Hearing the door open she glanced over her shoulder to find him leaning on the door, a slightly sheepish expression on his face. "You are crazy," she smiled, "But I'd be glad to."
The smile on his face was one she hadn't seen in years, not since the day she told him that she loved him when she was twenty-one.
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The next month and a half had flown by, and she found herself falling even more in love with Nigel. True she still had feelings for Grissom, loved him even… but Nigel was willing to take the risk. Grissom had never been, and she couldn't wait forever. She needed to live.
And so she found herself walking around the Wal-Mart in Lynn, picking up things for her birthday party.
"Now let me get this straight, you my vegetarian girlfriend, are making chicken Caesar salad for your birthday meal?" Nigel asked still flabbergasted over that.
"I know, it's so weird," Sara shrugged. "But I'm seriously craving chicken," she continued as she grabbed two packages of croutons.
"Okay," Nigel shrugged. "Who knew, I start dating you again and you start eating meat."
"This has nothing to do with you," Sara laughed.
"Whatever you say love," he shot back with a smile before reaching up to grab the chips. "Lime ones right?"
"Yup, ok so now we need the daiquiri and margarita mix, salt, and whip cream," Sara read as she crossed croutons and chips off her list.
"Why don't you get those and I'll go grab the spinach artichoke dip?" Nigel suggested.
"Deal," Sara smiled before they parted ways. They met up again a few minutes later in the ice cream cakes. "Ok, I vote for the Carvel Sinfully Chocolate cake."
"Well that's a given love," he grinned before opening the door to grab two of the cakes. "Or Three?"
"Three, Jordon and I could probably finish off one of those little things by ourselves… actually, better make it five," Sara nodded.
"Five?" Nigel repeated shocked. "Sweet Nancy love, there are only going to be six of us there."
"Yes and Lily, Jor, and I can no doubt eat one of those things on our own. That leaves you three men to share two," Sara countered with a smirk.
"Well, I'm not arguing."
"Good," Sara laughed as he grabbed the cakes, depleting the store of their stock of that particular type. "Well, I think that's everything then."
"Good, so let's get all this stuff back to your place then love."
"Sounds like a plan to me. Oh and you know you are so cooking the meat don't you?"
"Pretty much expected that love."
"Good to hear babe," Sara shot back as he wrapped and arm around her shoulders and they made their way towards checkout.
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Friday September 16th, 2005
Boston, Massachusetts
Medical Examiner's Office
Break Room
10:21 p.m. (EST)
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"Happy Birthday!" everyone cried when Sara entered the Break Room intent on getting a cup of tea.
"What…" Sara began as she glanced around the room, shocked to see the decorations and then the food on the tables, food she thought was at her home, prepared for a party the next day.
"We decided you needed to actually have your party on your birthday," Jordan explained as she popped a birthday hat on Sara's head.
"How did you get everything here?"
"They threatened calling INS on me if I didn't break into your house and get it all love," Nigel explained with a sheepish look.
"Well, guess it's a good thing I gave you a key so you didn't have to actually break in," Sara laughed.
"Well then, let's get this party started while we actually have a bit of a break," Jordan instructed before the group consisting of the three of them, Garret, Lily, Bug and Sidney grabbed chairs and began passing food.
They managed to have a peaceful hour before work interrupted, even getting to dig out the five cakes which Jordan in her evil-ness managed to have thirty-four candles spread on, the cakes forming a sort of circle.
"I'm so getting revenge on you for this when it's your birthday," Sara grumbled as Lily and Bug lit the candles.
"Bring it on girl," Jordan shot back with a smirk before everyone began to sing 'happy birthday' and Sara, somehow, managed to blow out every candle.
As predicted, Jordan, Lily, and Sara finished off a cake each to themselves, and the rest of the guys just shook their heads. Just after an hour since the moment Sara walked into the room, Detective Woody Hoyt, aka the guy Sara didn't like because he basically broke Jordan's heart just after Sara arrived, walked into the room. Jordan had finally opened up and told him that she loved him, true it was while he was being wheeled into surgery after being shot, but she took the chance, only to have him tell her after his surgery to go away and leave him alone. Reminded Sara too much of her own time with Grissom, and the two women had gone out and bought chocolate and junk food and sat and commiserated over the stupidity of men.
Needless to say, Woody's face wasn't a completely welcomed sight. Everyone was still a bit ticked at him for what he did to Jordan, that with interrupting the birthday party, well he wisely quickly fled the room and headed out to the scene. After the events surrounding his shooting a few weeks after Sara arrived, things had been tense. When he basically used Jordan for her help eight weeks later - when he found a lead on his shooter, who had escaped the night of the shooting from the hospital, - they got worse. Pretty much it was now a matter of waiting for him to, at the very least, apologizing to Jordan until then none of them really were anything beyond polite with him. All in all it was a bad situation, and Woody was learning that he didn't want to be around Sara unless absolutely necessary.
The next seven hours passed by in a blur of work on a double homicide, but as six-twenty rolled around, Nigel pulled her away from her computer, leaving a note on the door that they'd be back in five. Shrugging she had followed him, though she wasn't expecting to end up on the roof a minute or so later.
"Nige?" she asked looking back at him as he shut the door. "What's going on?"
"Thought you might like to see the sunrise love," he shrugged lightly before joining her. Wrapping his arms around her waist loosely, he turned her attention back towards the horizon. "Interesting isn't it love?" he continued as he let his chin rest on her shoulder.
"What's that?"
"Twelve years ago I was sending you a card and small gift for your birthday, neither of us knowing if we'd make it," he began with a smile.
"And look at us now," Sara continued as she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eyes. "What's really going on here babe?"
"Marry me," he answered softly.
"Is that a question or a statement?" Sara asked after a moment as she watched the sky take on the colors of sunrise.
"I know better than to tell you what to do love."
Sara smiled; she loved how he said that one word so differently with her. It was an everyday occurrence in his speech, 'love', and yet when he spoke to her, there was such a different tone to his voice, as if she was the only one he ever said it to. As if she was the only one that mattered. "So that was a question then…"
"One I'm hoping to have answered sometime in the next century love," he countered with a chuckle.
"Hmm, interesting way you have of proposing Nigel Eames Townsend," Sara smiled. "Then again, can't imagine you getting down on one knee, considering it would still place you practically almost at eyelevel with me…"
"Well I imagine it would be more like waist level there love, but if you want to be that imaginative…"
"Oh stop it," Sara laughed as she turned in his arms, bringing her own up to wrap around his neck. "You serious about this?"
"Never been more," Nigel countered softly.
"Then shouldn't you already know what I'm going to say?" Sara asked with a smile.
"Aren't you the one who always tells me not to assume?"
"Who said you're assuming?" Sara chuckled. "Yes you bloody nutcase, yes!"
"Yes? Yes!" Nigel laughed as he picked her up and swung her around in a circle.
"You can put me down now," Sara giggled before he let her back down on her feet.
"Suppose I should give you this," Nigel grinned as he pulled a ribbon from his back pocket, before raising it up so the ring dangling on it would sway in front of her line of sight.
"Probably should," Sara smiled before reaching up to grab the ring so she could look at it. "My God Nige… it's beautiful."
"It was my mum's, Aunt Bea sent it to me," he explained as he took it back and nimbly untied the knot before sliding the yellow gold ring off the ribbon and into his hand. Taking her left hand he slipped it onto her finger.
Glancing down at the ring, with a round stone and six diamond chips on either side of the center diamond in a pave setting, Sara looked back up to him with a slight smirk. "Don't tell me your mother and I have the same ring size."
"Actually your fingers are a bit smaller, but I had my ways for getting your ring size," Nigel smiled wickedly.
"I think I'm better off not knowing," Sara chuckled once more. "But we should probably get back to work babe."
"That we should sweetheart," Nigel agreed before opening the door.
"Jordan is going to flip," Sara shook her head as they made their way back inside.
"She's your problem love, not mine."
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