Sara and Nick made it to work on time, just.

Grissom sent them to different scenes which wasn't unusual.

Sara ran into the paramedics who were leaving empty handed.

"Sara." Hank said.

"Hank." Sara was a little surprised to see him. They had managed to avoid each other most of the time since their break up.

"It's been a while." Hank stated.

"Yes."

"You look good." Hank told her.

"Thanks." Sara shifted awkwardly. "How is Elaine?"

"We broke up." Hank replied.

"I'm sorry."

"You got married?" He noticed the wedding band on her finger. Sara knew it wouldn't tear through her gloves like her engagement ring which was on a chain around her next as usual.

"Yes." Sara glanced at it and smiled.

"How long?" Hank inquired.

"What time is it?" Sara asked.

"About 12.30."

"Around 10 hours." Sara answered.

"You got married yesterday and you're working tonight?" He questioned.

"We're going to have a more traditional wedding with his family in a few months and have a honeymoon then." Sara replied. "We just wanted to get married.

"Who did you marry?" Hank inquired.

"Hey Mrs Stokes we have a scene for you to process." Brass appeared.

"I'll be right there." Sara told him. "I just need a minute."

"Okay." Brass turned and walked the other way.

"You married Nick Stokes?" Hank couldn't believe it. "Why?"

"Because he is my best friend, he loves me and he would never use me as the other woman. Excuse me I have to get to work."

Sara walked over to the room in which the dead woman was found.

"What have we got?" Sara asked.

"Everything okay?" Brass inquired.

"Just fine." Sara replied.

"Heather Dreyfuss, 28. Here for a dental convention."

"That sounds like a barrel of fun." Sara said.

"David's on his way."

"I'll take a look around." Sara set her kit down and pulled on her gloves.

"How's married life treating you so far?" Brass inquired.

"I have no complaints." Sara replied with a smile.

"And you made it to work on time?"

"Barely." Sara smirked.

"You should have taken the night off." Brass suggested.

"It was short notice and we want a honeymoon later so it's fine." Sara replied. "My flight to San Francisco is at 8 tonight so I'm taking the night off, there is only so much time I can take off."

"Don't you have like six weeks of leave accumulated?"

"Roughly." Sara replied. "Nick doesn't. It's fine. Hopefully we won't have to pull a double."

"Okay." Brass conceded. "It was a great dress."

"I liked it. Greg was speechless, proving there is a first time for everything."

"Greg speechless?" Brass repeated. "That would take seeing. Nick's parents seem nice."

"They are; his whole family are." She crouched down. "That's interesting."

"Define interesting." Brass came to look over her shoulder.

"There is a footprint on the floor here, and a matching one on the window ledge."

"Someone came in through the window?" Brass questioned. "We're ten storeys up."

"I'm just getting started." Sara replied. "And there are plenty of ways to get into a room ten storeys up; it just indicates someone with a determination." She grabbed her camera.

"I'll wait outside for David." Brass said.

"Thank you."

TBC