Author's Note: I'm officially giving up on this case thing. I am not good at writing mysteries. In a coming chapter, it'll be wrapped up. Sorry for that little blip on the radar. Also, in this chapter, there are some wedding developments…In the car on the drive back, of course. Has anybody noticed how everything important happens either while they're eating or while they're driving?

To MollyMKS: You were my first review on last chapter! Thanks so much. I definitely agree, GSR is just messed up. The only GSR story I can stand to read is 'Baby on the Way' by i-love-svu. (Haha, a bit of product placement there…) But, I started reading that before I was converted to Snickers. Trust me, I'm a diehard Snickers fan now. In the last chapter, I couldn't resist poking a bit of fun at the actual show. So glad you enjoyed!

To Allie: Well, if I can keep you hooked for any reason, then that's good enough for me! (Especially if you keep reviewing!) Actually, George Eads said on a talk show or something that he and Jorja had a deal that if they were both single when they were still 45, they'd 'consummate' their relationship. They are so totally Snickers fans (in my perfect world)! 'Bully for You' is actually my second favourite Season Two episode ('Chaos Theory' is my favourite), and that little moment of flirting between them over the decomp is really the icing on the cake. For anyone who cares, 'Sounds of Silence' and 'Ch-Ch-Changes' are tied for first overall. Mostly because I have very close ties to the Deaf community, and I know what they said at the end! (I can tell you all later if I feel like it…)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Ich besitze nicht, verursachte ich nicht, und ich wünsche George hoffnungslos. Als immer.

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Sara was driving the Denali, but they now had a somewhat unwritten, unspoken rule. One person drove; the other chose the radio station. Naturally, it was now on Nick's station of choice, a country station. Sara would never admit it, but country was really growing on her. Nick, of course, was singing along with the song, laying his accent on extra thick. Sara was bobbing her head as little as possible, trying not to show that she was actually enjoying it.

Reading her mind, he goaded, "You know you want to."

She gave in and started trying to sing along, but she didn't know very many of the words so she eventually gave up and became content to bob her head and drum her fingers on the steering wheel. The song ended, and after a bit of DJ blabber, a song that was very familiar to Nick started to play.

It was Christmas in Las Vegas When the locals take-

He flipped stations quickly, trying to avoid a repeat of the basement incident. Sara looked at him quizzically. He wasn't one to turn off a country song, and from the looks of things, he knew this particular song. She kept staring at him, glancing every so often at the road, but he offered no explanation.

She pressed him. "What was that about?"

He kept avoiding eye contact. "Nothing."

"Yes it was. Please tell me," she begged.

"I don't really want to talk about it." He wanted to stay the strong one, be the man, but he broke down. The last private event of that evening was quickly becoming public.

She reached over and took his hand. She knew he was going to start crying again.

He did. Through sobs, he said, "I was listening to…that song…when…I went to the trash…run."

"Oh, Nick," she sighed. Suddenly her heart melted all over again.

Nick mistook the sigh of empathy for a sigh of frustration. "I'm sorry. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was pregnant." He laughed dryly.

"Speaking of which…we need to plan this wedding."

Nick wiped his eyes. "So, you said you don't want a big wedding, right?" When she nodded, he said, "Why not?"

She shrugged. "It's not like there'll be anyone on my side of the aisle." Nick knew he'd accidentally hit a nerve, and he tried to lighten the situation.

"Oh, don't worry about that. My family's so big, it might be a good thing that there'll be so much room," he joked.

She gave him a look that plainly said, Don't go there, Cowboy.

He quickly realized his mistake and apologized.

"You want to meet my family first anyway, right?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'd like to see Texas too. I've never been there."

His jaw dropped. "Never been to Texas? What rock have you been living under?"

She shrugged, a little embarrassed by his reaction.

He nodded his head, and said with an extra thick drawl, "Well then, little lady, we'll just have to show you some proper Texan hospitality."

Sara laughed. "I'd like that."

"When we get back, we'll talk to Grissom about getting some time off. You have, what is it? Ten weeks?"

"Eleven, actually."

Nick whistled. In a singsong voice, he said, "Somebody needs to get out more…"

She slapped his hand. "How many do you have?"

He looked up as though counting. "I think about eight."

"Good. We'll have no trouble getting some time off, then."

"So, we're having the wedding in Texas, right?" he confirmed.

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it," she said, slightly giddy.

"Excited much?" he teased.

"Yes!" she squealed.

"Why don't we worry about planning the wedding when we go to Texas? It would be a lot easier. We could actually go around and look at locations instead of calling long-distance and stuff," he suggested.

"Sounds good to me," she agreed. "I don't want to be stressing out yet. I want to be looking forward to this," she said, placing one hand on her stomach.

He reached over and covered her hand with his. "Me too," he said, smiling.

They continued to drive in silence, and Nick leaned his chair back a bit to rest. After dozing for a few minutes, he lazily awoke and suddenly bolted upright.

Sara was startled. "What?"

"I've just found the perfect name!" he exclaimed, but offered no more information.

"…And?" she prompted.

"Ciara!"

She gasped. "Oh my gosh, Nick, that is perfect! I love you now!"

Nick looked very proud of himself. Then he tilted his head to the side and said teasingly, "You didn't love me before?"

That earned him a punch and a smirk.

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Author's Note: Oooh! Guess what? I got a cell phone (yay!) and it's a camera phone! So, I have been Googling George Eads and Eric Szmanda, and taking pictures of their pictures online, and now they are my wallpaper on my phone! -Drool- (Oh dear, I am obsessed…). We broke a hundred reviews! Yay! Review more? (Please? Pretty please?)