Title: Little Clues

Author: Urabadinfluence

Rating: T maybe turning into M later

Summary: It's the little clues that you should follow to see what is right in front of you. The night shift family compare notes on how they knew that Sara and Grissom were together.

A/N: I don't own much of anything. If I did, I would love to own CSI, but, I don't. I don't even know any of them. I would LOVE to know Billy Peterson though. But, of course, if I ever saw him, I would probably become a blundering idiot, tripping on every word in my mouth.

.A/N: I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for your reviews. I really appreciate them. I usually like to try to answer them all, but, I really couldn't right now, so please, consider yourself thanked, appreciated, and deeply cared for. Once again, thank you, and may you have peace and love in your life.

With a softness that none of them had ever heard, Grissom spoke, "You all have told your stories about how you knew about us. Now it is my turn, to tell you about how I knew about us." Reverently, Grissom kissed Sara on the forehead and whispered to her, "It is time my dear."

A hush filled the room as all of the people there watched their elusive, refined friend open up, and tell his story. More than once, Grissom had told his friends that he was someone who showed emotion but until that moment, none of them, with exception of Sara, had ever witnessed it.

Looking around the room, Grissom realized that this was his family, that it was alright to let down his guard, and let them see the real man that he is. It was time for them to see how much he loves Sara.

"Nine years ago, I walked into the Forensics Academy Conference. I was presenting a lecture about anthropology and its uses in crime investigation. The room was already full when I arrived, and I was the first speaker. When I reached the podium, I arranged my paperwork, and then looked up. When I looked up, I saw the most beautiful woman I have ever met."

When Greg blurted out "Who was it?' Warrick and Nick both smacked him in the head, letting Catherine be the one to holler out to him, "It was Sara you twit."

Rolling his eyes, Grissom continued, "I remember it like it was yesterday, she had on black pants, a off-white top, and she had a ponytail. I went on with my lecture that day, but, I couldn't let my eyes stray far from Sara. At the end of lecture, I always have an open question and answer forum. There were so many people there about eight or nine hundred total. I got through about fifteen questions, and I was getting sick of the stupidity coming out of their mouths. They were just trying to fill in Sara raised her hand to ask a question, I thought for sure that something stupid was going to come out. I prepared myself to answer another mundane question. My jaw must have dropped when she asked me a very intelligent question. She kept on firing questions about anthropology at me. I dismissed the crowd, but asked her to stay so I could take time to answer her questions. I told her that her questions were too detailed to answer in a simple classroom setting, that we would have to ponder the mysteries of anthropology over dinner. That evening, she showed me the true depth of her wisdom. our date lasted into the next morning when we went into the hotel lobby and sat, drank coffee, and talked. The next afternoon, I had to give another presentation..."

They all looked to Sara as she cleared her throat and interrupted, "I heard that the lecturer was quite boring. I almost didn't go." They all laughed and let Grissom continue.

"Hrmph, boring...whatever, anyways, I had to give another presentation, and when I looked up from the podium and saw Sara again, I knew ," Grissom closed his eyes and dropped his head, the emotion clinging in his voice.

'I knew....'

His voice broke as he finished his statement, "I knew that I had met the one person that I was meant to be with, I had just met the woman who would be my wife."

Looking to Sara, he saw tears in her eyes, clinging to her lashes. He could only hope that she could see through the tears that had run down his own face and see the love that he harbored there for her.

Hearing a gasp from Catherine, Grissom remembered where he was, and that he had an audience, and told his friends, "That is when I knew about our relationship."

Almost embarrassed by the display of affection, Brass chuckled out, "Well, Gil, your story beats all of ours."

Still in shock over Grissom's declaration, Warrick could only reply, 'So Griss, you knew right away, and you have been together for NINE years, how did you hide it from us? I mean, I could understand one year maybe, but nine? That hurts man, did you not feel like you could trust us?"

Before the conversation could go any farther, Sara decided to interject and set them all straight.

"Sorry guys, but, he said that he knew, not that he did anything about it. Getting him to do something about it was a bit harder. Now I guess, you will have to hear my story to get the facts straight, or you will all leave here thinking that we have had this wild, torrid affair for nine years. It has only bee a little over two and a half years. I remember it like it was yesterday, I was off that day..."

At that moment, a nurse came in to check on Sara's vitals and check on her wounds. Grissom paid close attention to the nurse, as did everyone else in the room, knowing that they were all going to take turns helping in Sara's recovery.

After the nurse left, Sara continued.....