DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN CSI OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS; THEY BELONG TO CBS OR ANTHONY ZUIKER

A/N: Jim and Iris's most special day is filled with twists and turns. Will they make it through in spite of an unexpected revelation from Iris?

RATING: M (for sensuality)

GENRE: Romance/Comedy/Some Angst

TIMELINE: Takes place after "As You Wish"

EPISODE INFLUENCES/SPOILERS: Bang, Bang; Way To Go; Built to Kill (Part 1)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: (accidentally omitted from Chapter One)

To my two lady betas, Kacee and Mel, you are my muses-in-waiting. Your input, time and assistance make this possible.

"You're My First, My Last, My Everything," written by Peter Radclifee, Tony Sepe, Barry White; performed by Barry White.

CHAPTER TWO

The snooze alarm went off, yet again, by Iris's bed; its tone was insistent, and unyielding. Iris had to push Cyrano and Durante off the bed, to try to hit the snooze one more time. The dogs hesitantly jumped to the floor, to lie where they should have been in the first place. Knowing she was a pushover about that, Iris had to chuckle in spite of it. That was probably changing after today, as she doubted Jim would allow the dogs to be a dividing wall in the same bed. She shivered at the thought…in a few hours she would be Mrs. James Brass, on her honeymoon at a suite in the Bellagio.

It had been a late night for her as well, at the bachelorette party given her by Catherine and Sara. The party had been attended by Ellie (Jim's daughter), Wendy, Jackie, Sofia, and other women from the lab and police departments. Iris had made a point to invite a brand-new detective, named Kacee, to come also. She knew the feeling of being the new girl in town, as well as on a new job. It had been a pretty exciting night by Iris's standards, even though the appearance of a male exotic dancer dressed as an LVPD captain brought the house down. Iris was still sore from how hard she had laughed, opting not to place money in strategic places on the male dancer. The other women though had been very generous in their tips, and encouragement of his performance.

Looking at the alarm clock, Iris gasped and hurriedly got up from her bed. She stopped for a moment, to take a glance at what would be her last time asleep here. After they returned from their honeymoon, she and Jim would be back at his home, their home she corrected herself. She still found herself amazed as to how they had met, and fallen for one another. They were so very different and yet alike.

Her cell phone rang… "King," she answered quickly, not even glancing at to see who was calling.

"No, it's soon to be Brass," said the gruff, but growling, voice she adored.

Still giggling, Iris said, "Yes, sir?"

"How ya doin'?" Jim asked, all Jersey right now.

"Splendiferous. How ya doin' yourself?" Iris replied. She'd never get his accent down right. Her own Midwest accent was generic at best.

"Well, I know it's considered bad luck for the bride to be seen by the groom before the ceremony, right?" Brass asked.

"That's when she's in her wedding dress, so they say. Why?" Iris countered, curiously.

"I'm on my way to see my bride before the deed is done later today and wanted to be sure I didn't have to dodge any lightning bolts and I promise not to try and undo your chastity belt!" Jim said, amiably.

Iris felt herself melt inside, at being called his bride. "Wow-whoa-whew, you had to do it didn't you!"

Brass laughed heartily at that. He enjoyed causing Iris to become flustered; she maintained an innocence about her that charmed him. "I'll be by to pick you up, in about an hour".

"Very well, Master Brass," Iris said, knowing how Jim ate that pet name up,

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LadyKestrel