A/N: Sorry for the delay my muse went missing for a while!
As I mentioned before I own nothing except the idea behind the story - twisted as some of them may be P
Also I do not own the song Feels like home but you really should check it out, it's rather lovely
Almost as if they knew that Grissom and Sara's wedding was approaching, every criminal in Vegas seemed to crawl out of the woodwork and get busy. The crime rate in the weeks preceding the wedding sky-rocketed; it seemed as though crime season was upon them.
But that would not deter Gilbert Grissom; if anything it only made him more determined. He was going to make sure that this wedding went off without any problems; it would be perfect, a day he and his bride could share with all their friends and remember for the rest of their lives. In order to makes sure of this he pulled countless double and even triple shifts, on most of his he was accompanied by his bride-to-be Sara, who despite of his many attempts to send her home, worked tirelessly by his side. The whole team also made a noticeable effort to help them out, working overtime and not once did they complain.
In the end though it seemed as though all their hard work paid off as with just a week to go until the wedding every overdue case file, every piece of evidence collected and every outstanding case had been finished, filed and solved.
Now after three long weeks of endless double shifts soon to be Grissom's were enjoying finally being able to get some rest. Lying up in their king-sized bed wrapped in Grissom's arms Sara was going over the final wedding plans.
"Did you talk to Brass?" She asked.
"Yes I did." He answered, absentmindedly stroking her arm as she lay on his chest, "and I thought he was going to cry!" He chuckled recalling the distinct wateriness he observed in Brass' eyes when he had asked him to be his best man.
"What?" Sara choked out. "Bad ass Brass was close to tears? What has Sofia done to him?" she laughed.
Grissom giggled through a yawn at Sara's quip about their co-workers then sighed, "I don't know I guess love changes people." He smiled at his pointed comment. Tracing small circles on his chest she couldn't help but agree. Fighting back a yawn of her own she quickly ran through her mental check list of things that needed to be done before the wedding; she still couldn't believe it was only a week away.
"Then I think that's everything!" She smiled, "Unless you can think of anything we've forgotten...Grissom?"
"What?" He said sleepily, "Oh...uh...no I think you've got everything sweetie!" He said his eyes remaining shut as he spoke. "Now come on, let's get some sleep!"
She reached over and flipped the switch at the side of the bed, plunging the room into darkness, lying back down in bed it was not moments before she drifted off into a well deserved sleep.
A few hours that felt like minutes later, Grissom was rudely awakened from his peaceful sleep when he received a sharp slap to the chest. He grunted.
"Gil!" A voice hissed in his ear. Not wanting another slap he forced himself to answer.
"What?" He slurred, his eyes still shut.
"I just thought of something we've forgotten!"
"And it couldn't wait 'til morning?" Even with his eyes closed he could tell she was giving him a death stare, he sat up slightly, forcing his eyes open. "What have we forgotten then?"
"We don't have a song." She informed him.
"A song?" He squinted, incredibly confused at what was going on.
"A song!" He still didn't get it; she rolled her eyes and explained further, "You know the song for the first dance."
"We have to dance?" Immediately he regretted letting those words pass his lips, strike two, he just didn't understand wedding traditions. Quickly he tried to redeem himself. "That didn't come out right. Sorry. So we need a song, I tell you what tomorrow we will look for a song, we'll spend all day searching if that's what it takes. And we'll find the perfect song to dance to at our wedding!" He promised, kissing her on the shoulder.
"Alright!" She smiled, forgiving him for his earlier slip up.
"Good! Now how about we get some sleep in the meantime?" He suggested not waiting for her reply as he lay back on his pillow and closed his heavy eyes. Sara lay down beside him and did the same.
The next morning when they were both suitably awake and coffee filled they sat down in the office and set about the task of choosing their song.
"Any ideas?" Sara asked as she took a seat in Grissom's lap and waited for the computer to start up. She laughed at her fiancé; he looked like a deer caught in headlights, paralysed by her question.
"Uh...whatever you think honey, I'll let you decide!" He smiled, passing off the decision.
"What a cop out!" She smirked at him and turned her attention to the hundreds of song titles that filled her music library. He just sat back in his chair and watched her as she read through the song titles, pausing every once in a while when a song caught her attention. She would sing it quietly under her breath or hum it to herself before moving on.
After a few minutes of looking a song grabbed her attention, Feels like home by Chantal Kreviazuk; she pressed play and the music filled the room. Grissom had never heard this song before although the longer it played the more the thought it sounded vaguely familiar. But it was the lyrics that caught his attention more than the sweet voice that was singing them. The lyrics seemed prefect; sweet but not sickeningly so. They described exactly how they felt about each other. He smiled.
"I think we've found our song!" He said softly in her ear as the final verse played out. She smiled as he softly kissed the back of her neck; this was definitely their song.
The rest of the week flew in and before they even realised it, it was the day of their wedding and Grissom was standing at the makeshift altar in the outdoor 'chapel' in which he and Sara were getting married. And Sara was standing in Catherine's guest room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection, thanks to the assistance of Catherine and Lindsey and her wedding dress was sitting perfectly too, tapering in at the waist and falling out at the hips. It was simple yet elegant, sleeveless and ivory in colour it complimented Sara's milky complexion wonderfully.
"You look beautiful!" Came a tear-filled voice from the doorway.
"Thanks!" Sara beamed at Catherine, taking one last look at her reflection, she still couldn't believe she was getting married; she turned round to face the woman in the doorway. "And thank you for agreeing to be my maid of honour as well." Sara's own eyes began to fill up.
"Not a problem sweetie, I'm honoured to be a part of your big day!" The older woman smiled, despite their problems in the past Catherine couldn't help but feel a motherly love for Sara.
"No please!" Sara half-laughed, "Don't you cry! If you start crying then I'll start crying! And I really don't want to cry on my wedding day!"
"I'm sorry!" Catherine laughed, blinking away the tears from her eyes, "I'm just so happy for you!" She pulled her into a hug. Their embrace was interrupted by Lindsey's voice shouting from the living room that the car had arrived to tae them to the hotel.
The congregation was small, neither of them had any family to invite, so it was just their closest friends and a few choice lab rats in attendance. Grissom held his breath with anticipation when Catherine arrived, looking to the door, waiting to see Sara.
When she entered the room he could have swore he heard the entire congregation gasp in awe. She was more beautiful than he ever could have imagined. The beauty of her dress was only out done by the dazzling smile that was spread across her face and stayed there the entire day.
They had exchanged their vows, said their "I dos" and the bride had been kissed and they were now officially married. As the exited the outdoor chapel, heading indoors to the function room where the reception was to be held they were ambushed by a rather teary Catherine Willows.
"That was beautiful!" She wept, hugging the couple.
"Yeah, congrats guys!" Said Warrick as he peeled the crying Catherine off the pair and ushered her away from the newlyweds, wearing a smile that rivalled Sara's.
"What is with you girl? He asked shaking his head and chuckling, "You're an emotional wreck!" His comment earned him a swift slap to the arm.
"Shut up! You know I can't help it!" She said pointedly, he should know better than anyone why she was having a hard time controlling her hormones.
Once everyone had made their way inside the time arrived for them to dance. Smiling he took her hand in his and walked out onto the dance floor as the music began to play. They both looked so comfortable in each other's arms as they shared their first dance as a married couple.
If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
If you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought I'd love anyone so much
The final bars of the song played out and the small crowd applauded as Grissom kissed his bride. More music started up and more couples took the floor; including one Jim Brass and Sofia Curtis, much to the raised eyebrows of everyone else, but it seemed neither of them cared.
The next surprise couple to take the floor were lab rats Hodges and Wendy. Sara looked at Grissom as she watched Hodges lead the lovely DNA technician to the floor only to find him returning her look of complete confusion and shock. Shaking their heads they just laughed at the fact that the whole lab seemed to be getting loved up.
The last couple to hit the floor was not such a shock; Greggo and Nick quite literally hit the floor when they fell over after attempting a rather elaborate dance move after one too many drinks. The atmosphere was contented and relaxed, no one wanted the evening to end; except Grissom of course. As much as he was enjoying the festivities he just couldn't wait to whisk his new bride off on their honeymoon.