Author's note: So sorry for not updating sooner. Life's just so hectic, and I can't seem to find time to upload chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.

Mysterious Night

The stars are beautiful, Sara thought, it seems such a shame to be married to Vincent on such a nice day.

Somewhere in the background, a fork clanged against a wine glass. The person who clanged the fork shouted, "Kiss! We want a kiss!"

…Such a shame to be kissing Vincent on such a nice day too. Sara thought.

"Well darling, shouldn't we grant this man's request?" Vincent asked, his eyebrow rising, a smirk on his face as if he was saying, I won. As much as Sara abhorred the idea of kissing him again, she had to because she was playing a part, a part she couldn't let anyone know the reason why she played it.

Putting on a fake smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, she said, "Sure darling, I would absolutely love to. After all, your lips taste delicious."

A choking sound was heard in the background, and Sara laughed internally. It was a good thing that she didn't see the various faces of the people seated at their table; the faces of the groomsmen, and bridesmaids.

Cheska was blushing. He tastes awesome? Wow. I never knew. Score, Sara!

Faith was holding in her laughter. Nice one, Sara. Nice game you have there. God, I hope I never become your enemy. Humiliation sucks.

Hope was deathly white. Sara? Did he poison you, or something? I can get one of the royal healers for you, you know…

Amber was shaking her head. I did not just hear that. No, no, no. No sir.

Rose had a mischievous smile on her face. Sara, you've got a nice man right there. If he tastes awesome right now, I wonder how loud you'd be after this night…

Shane was paling by the second. Oh my God, the mental images of Prince Vincent…just…no.

Hazel tilted her head, confusion visible on her face. But I thought she wasn't in love with him?

Luna was smiling. All my years working for Prince Vincent and I didn't know this fact?

Ruby was coughing. Tap that, Sara. Geez, what is up with me? I should definitely not be thinking like this!

Olivia spit out her wine and started trying to clean her dress. That was a wrong time to drink wine, Olivia, wrong time.

Stella was biting her fingernails, her eyebrows knit in confusion. But, what about Prince Gil? Sara, get your head out of it! Prince Gil is way hotter than Prince Vincent.

Caramel was staring into space, her eyes wide as saucers. Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

Dorothy's posture went stiff and still. I hope that Sara isn't drugged. I also hope that they wouldn't be so loud…Oh my God, the horror when Queen Emily was newly married to King Arthur. I hope they wouldn't be like that…my ears practically bled every night.

Vincent wiped the smile off his face. 'What?' he thought, but then he put his smile back on. Sara wanted a kiss? She'll get it. "Thank you for the compliment dear," he said and leaned towards Sara.

Sara wiped the smirk off her face. Wait, what? But then suddenly, his lips were nearing hers, and she couldn't really avoid him, so she just waited for his lips to attach with hers. Three…two…one…ze—

"Stop!" Gil shouted.

Vincent stopped. Sara let out a relieved sigh, but then her eyebrow rose when she saw who shouted. Heads turned to look at Gil, and Vincent let out an irritated huff.

"What is it? Look, you're my brother and all, but this is just unacceptable! Stop messing with my wedding!" Vincent shouted.

"This isn't a real wedding," Gil said, walking to the groom and bride's table. "At least, it's not a real wedding in the eyes of the Lord."

Vincent looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "What is this, Gil? A cruel joke? A prank? Well, stop it because it's not funny. We got married in a church, with a priest."

Gil smirked. "Well, the priest was a fake. He was not a real priest. This supposed 'marriage' is not real."

A gasp was heard all throughout the room. Vincent paled. "No, no, no…this is not true. It can't be! Show me proof."

Gil smiled evilly, "Well you see, if some people would like proof, you can go to the bar near the edge of the garden, and see for yourself. The man there, the supposed 'priest', is currently drinking himself to death with brandy."

Many people scrambled away from the party. Some were going to go to the bar to see for themselves if what the Prince had said was true but most, however, were scrambling to just get away from the party which was filled with an aura of sadness.

Vincent turned to look at his parents. "King Arthur? Mom? I asked you to arrange my wedding. Do you know about this?"

King Arthur bowed his head, shameful. Queen Emily stood up. "Vincent, I'm going to tell you the truth. Yes, we did."

This can't be true, Sara thought. What if he still kills Gil because we're not married? I can't have Gil killed.

"How could you? I trusted you! Is it because Gil is your favorite? Am I not good enough a son for you?" Vincent shouted.

"I have no favorite. I love you both, which is why I decided to hire someone to be a fake priest tonight. Vincent, you don't realize what you have in front of you. You should not get married to a girl you don't love."

"What do you mean? I love Sara!"

The Queen walked towards Vincent. "No. You are not in love with Sara. You are merely infatuated with her. You are deluding yourself that you are in love with her, when in reality, you are not. You're in love with another girl, a girl you once thought you couldn't have because someone got to her first. You're pretending, acting like you love Sara because in your head, this is some kind of revenge, taking away the girl your brother really loves, because you think that by taking her away from him, you would get your revenge from when your brother took the girl you loved."

"No, no, no. This is not true!" Vincent cried out. He was panicking. Were his feelings and emotions that visible? Was he not a good actor as he once thought?

"Yes, yes it is. You love another. You can't marry Sara. You don't really love her, you just think you love her," Queen Emily said.

Jacqueline stood up from her table and ran to Vincent's table. She was not entirely sure that the Queen was talking about her, but she took the chance anyway. She ran, and when she finally reached Vincent, she kissed him, with all the passion and all the love she could put in it. Vincent kissed back, hugging Jacqueline to his chest. It was over all too soon; Vincent pushed Jacqueline away, not too forcefully to hurt her, just enough to put space in between them.

Jacqueline paled, a tear rolling on her cheek. "Vincent, I love you. Don't do this, please."

Prince Vincent gently wiped her tear with his hand. "You were always so beautiful, even when you cried. Please don't cry, Jacque. It's heartbreakingly beautiful, and I'm not worth your tears. I was never good enough for you. Please don't cry."

Queen Emily smiled and took King Arthur's hand. "Let's go. They need some privacy," she whispered. She motioned for the remaining guests to leave the vicinity quietly.

Jacqueline unknowingly leaned into Prince Vincent's touch. "You're wrong. I'm the one who isn't worthy of you. Please don't leave."

Vincent smiled bitterly. "I have to think about this first," he said, and then he walked away. Princess Jacqueline just stood there, unable to do anything but let the tears fall.

Gil looked at Sara and saw that she was quiet. He approached her and tried to touch her hand but she put it out of reach.

"Do you always have to play the knight in shining armor? Do you always have to save me? Well guess what, I can do this on my own! I don't always have to be the damsel in distress, and I don't always have to be saved!" Sara said, angry at Gil. She was angry that Gil never seemed to get it, that she was getting married to Vincent for Gil. If they weren't married at all, Gil could be killed! Why did he have to tell them that the priest was a fake?

It was too much for Sara to be near Gil, and so, she ran from the garden, into the castle, to her bedroom. Gil was left standing there, too shocked to even move, not even knowing what it was he did that made Sara so angry.

Finally, Gil stopped his musings and walked to where Jacqueline was now seated. He kneeled in front of her, feeling awful because she was still crying.

"Love's a bitch, isn't it? It keeps you hanging on its every word, lets you fall without catching you. It isn't fair," she spat, tears still streaming down her face.

"Life's hardly fair," whispered Gil.