A/N ---If you feel like it, click on my profile, this is a continuation of my very first fan fic She Loves that Dog, but they can stand alone, so I leave that up to you!

I do not own CSI, but envy the luck S.O.B's who do...

As Mountain View Hospital disappeared in his rearview mirror Nick's mind turned to the task that lie ahead.

Walking Grissom's Dog.

Catherine's words echoed in his head, not only did Grissom have a dog, Grissom and Sara had a dog; and it lived in their house.

Nick wondered what Bruno would be like, more importantly he wondered what Grissom and Sara's house would look like. A sly smile found its way to Nick's lips; he would be ALONE in Grissom and Sara's house.

After his navigation system got him turned around twice, Nick finally parked his Denali in their driveway. He got out and took it all in. It was a modest house, plain stucco on the outside, with brown shutters, not unlike most homes in sin city.

He fumbled with the keys, and finally managed to get the door unlocked. He walked in, shutting the door behind him and took it all in. It was small, but cozy. "Very home-y" He concluded out loud.

Hearing someone talking woke the sleeping dog, and he jumped off the bed and came out to stand at the top of the stairs.

"You must be Bruno!" Nick smiled, sending the dog running down the stairs. After a few good sniffs and a couple of ear scratches, Bruno was ready to go. Nick turned around realizing neither Catherine nor Grissom had told him where to find a leash. But there it was, neatly folded on the table next to the door. "Very Grissom like" Nick chuckled as he clipped the leash onto Bruno's matching leather collar. "Ok, let's go boy!"

The moon was shining bright as Nick and Bruno made their way around the neighborhood. Bruno seemed to enjoy his new friend; Nick hadn't stopped talking since they'd left the house. "Good thing it's midnight and no one is out to see me talking to a dog!" Nick thought to himself. "Don't worry Bruno, the best doctors in town are working on your Mama, they're gonna try their hardest to get her back home." He said to the dog as he reached down to scratch his ears. "Ok boy, let's go get you fed"

Back at the house Bruno waited patiently as Nick poured the kibble into his bowl. Nick added an extra scoop before setting it on the floor. "We won't tell Gris will we?" The dog cocked his head to the side, and finally set into his dish.

Nick chuckled as the dog happily grunted as he ate his dinner. He flipped open his phone and dialed Catherine.

"Willows"

"Hey Cath, its Nick"

"Hey Nick, how's Bruno doing?" She asked, this caught Gil's attention and he walked over.

"Bruno's doing great, we took a midnight stroll, and now he's enjoying his dinner."

"That's great" She covered the phone and turned to Grissom, "They've walked and now they are eating" Gil smiled and told her to thank Nick.

"Nick? Grissom says thanks for doing that."

"No problem, actually can I talk to him for a minute?"

"Sure Nicky..." She passed the phone to Gil.

"Nick? Don't overfeed him ok, boxers tend to get gassy"

Nick quickly glanced over to the dog, and his now empty dish. "How the hell does Gris do that?" He thought.

"Sure thing boss." He answered back, and putting his finder up to his lips and looking over to Bruno, who simply cocked his head and headed for the water dish.

"Gris, I'm dead tired and Bruno will need to go out again in a few hours, would it be cool if I crash on the couch? I'll take my shoes off and I won't touch a thing, I promise."

Grissom chuckled a bit "Sure Nick, we have extra pillows and blankets in that closet at the end of the hall upstairs, and help yourself to anything in the fridge."

"I think I'll be ok couching it boss, but thanks."

"Thanks again Nick, it really means a lot"

"No problem boss, I'm happy to do it, besides I think Bruno and I really hit it off, you've got an awesome dog."

Gil passed the phone back to Catherine, who quickly turned her back and walked away. "You're sleeping at Grissom's house??" She whispered, almost hissing into the phone.

"Yeah, just a quick snooze on the couch." Nick told her, a little puzzled by her reaction.

"What's it like in there??" She whispered so low Nick could barely hear her.

He laughed. "It's very, very...neat"

"C'mon Nicky, SPILL"

"It is neat, but it's very home-y. It's nice, a normal house, except the bugs all over, but what do ya want? Its Gris... Look, I'm gonna nap, you call me the second you hear anything."

"I will, but when you get back here Stokes I want details damn it!!"

"You got it Cath, see ya later."

"Later"

Nick snapped his phone shut and looked around. It was neat, but warm, the walls were painted in war green, brown, and blue hues. The furniture was over-stuffed, and looked very inviting; this was not how he pictured Grissom's house at all. He'd expected the bugs; they adorned most of the living room and spread into the den.

Nick walked back towards the front of the house and stared up the stairs. His hand gripped the rail, but he hesitated. While he did technically have permission to go up there, it just felt...weird. Bruno came around the corner, water dripping from the corner of his lips. He looked at Nick; he looked up the stairs, and looked back at Nick.

"Ok, but I am NOT snooping!!" Nick said as Bruno raced ahead of him.

Bruno headed down the hall and went into the last room on the left; Nick followed, passing a very organized office with a library of books, and he glanced into the very burgundy bathroom. "That has to be ALL Sara" He laughed out loud.

He found Bruno curled up on the bed. "Whoa...Grissom and Sara's bedroom..." He whispered. Bruno lifted his head to look at him, but quickly settled back in for his nap. Nick glanced around the bedroom; the bed was neatly made, nestled between his and her nightstands. It was easy to tell whose was whose. One held and orchid in a vase, a few magazines, and a half bottle of water. The other had a copy of Moby Dick, a forensic journal, and a scorpion pinned inside of a shadow box.

Nick found himself smiling. "Wow, they're like a normal couple." He looked at the scorpion. "Well, almost normal couple." He sighed. He thought of Sara back at the hospital, still in surgery. "She's strong; she held on that long, she is going to make it." He assured himself as he left their doorway and headed back downstairs.

As he sat on the couch, a rather large, leather book caught his eyes. As he picked it up, he realized it was a scrapbook. He smiled; he could see Sara being a secret scrap booker. As he opened the book, the title page simply read 'US'.

The second page has large black letters at the top. "OFFICIAL FIRST DATE" and there was a picture of Sara and Grissom sitting outside The Wynn. "That had to have been over 2 years ago!" Nick gasped.

He flipped through the pages, each one revealing a very happy Sara and Grissom. Pictures of them hiking through Red Rock, the pair outside the house proudly pointing to the sold sign in the yard. The last of the pictures were professionally done. Sara and Grissom cuddled together, Sara and Grissom sharing a kiss, and finally a picture with Sara, Grissom, and Bruno.

Nick flipped the page, hoping for more pictures; instead he found the last page decorated with Las Vegas theme items and at the top in large silver letters "The Grissoms"

"No friggin' way!!!" Nick hadn't realized he was shouting until Bruno appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"They're going to get MARRIED?" Bruno cocked his head, and Nick realized he had asked the question to the dog.

He quietly closed the book and lay back on the couch. As his mind tried to comprehend everything he'd seen in the last hour, he secretly hoped to be invited to the wedding, once Sara came home.