"So Sara how did my brother ask you out?" Emily inquired.

"He didn't really." Sara replied.

"He obviously didn't just walk up to you out of the blue and propose."

"No. We just started hanging out after work, it ended up being pretty much everyday; I kept falling asleep on his couch. He sat me down after about a month and asked me if we were dating."

"Something about smart people being blind springs to mind." Emily said.

"We work in a lab full of very smart people none of them notice, apart from our boss who is usually pretty oblivious to human interaction. It took them a while to figure out I was engaged to."

"It's a gorgeous ring."

"It's one of the only few that wasn't stolen at a jewellery store robbery that Nick investigated."

"I was going to say my little brother doesn't seem like the type to spend hours in a jewellery store."

"Warrick and Greg offered to test the diamond to make sure it was real."

"I doubt he'd buy you a fake."

"I know he wouldn't." Sara said.

"Any plans for the wedding?" Emily inquired.

"Your father came up with the best solution. We're going to get married in Vegas so all our friends can come since they all wouldn't be able to get time off work and then we're going to have another ceremony here so all of the family can come."

"Seems reasonable."

CSI

"So how's NASA?" Nick asked Jack.

"Well if you listen to the news getting too much money and building things that don't work."

"Sounds like you're making decent leaps forward; they just need a little more work before they get launched."

"Deadlines are deadlines." Jack replied.

"If NASA extended the deadlines then there would be less 'Houston we have a problem' speeches needed."

"Like I haven't heard that one before."

"I have a whole array of rocket scientist jokes." Nick offered.

"I wouldn't say any of them unless you want me to lose all respect for you."

"Now we wouldn't want that."

"So Sara studied physics?"

"Yes."

"So she's smart, beautiful what exactly does she see in you?"

"I have no idea." Nick admitted.

"Your parents kept expecting you to tell them you'd eloped with an airhead stripper."

"You really don't need to elope in Vegas, you just walk half a block and you find another wedding chapel. Besides one of our co-workers used to be an exotic dancer and she is one of the smartest women I know."

"How do you go from being an exotic dancer to a crimes scene investigator?"

"She had a lousy ex-husband and a kid, and she used the money to pay for school. She likes the idea of solving puzzles."

"So you're certain you don't want to marry a stripper and ruin the family tradition of marrying people with decent jobs and college educations?" Jack asked.

"No. I'm good."

"You know you're family did pretty good on the odds stakes. In all probably there had to be at least one screw up but you all turned out pretty well."

"That's what you get for your parents being lawyers growing up and all the cops knowing who you are."

"You know we should probably be drinking beer having this conversation." Jack pointed out.

"As long as we don't drink more than three sips standing up other wise we could get arrested."

"Then you'd have to arrest practically every adult in the state, including your parents."

"I think the jails would be a little full." Nick said.

"Or empty if the cops had to arrest themselves and there was no-one to arrest anyone else."

"Most states have stupid laws but I'm pretty sure if they needed to arrest someone for something and couldn't find a legitimate reason they'd use it."

"Al Capone and his taxes." Jack said.

"Think the Cowboys have a shot this year?"

"Maybe if they let their cheerleaders play."

"That's harsh." Nick said.

"You know I'm a Bears fan."

"You think living in Texas for the last ten years you'd have seen the light."

"No. Bears fan all the way."

TBC