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Love Is Unstoppable

2 months later, the day of the wedding:

"Cath," I panted. "I… I, I think I'm having a panic attack!"

"Sara, calm down. Take a step back, close your eyes and have a few deep breaths," Catherine insisted.

"Okay," I nodded.

"Breathe in," she said.

I did as I was told.

"And out," she sighed.

I exhaled and repeated again and again until I was finally starting to feel less nauseous.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous and stressed out," I sighed as I flopped down on my couch, trying not to damage my wedding dress.

"It could be the fact that you're 4 months pregnant. Last time, you were barely nervous at all," Catherine smiled.

"I guess. Last time we were here I was about to walk out the church and leave Nick to marry the vicar," I smiled back.

"That's right, he got so drunk on his stag night," she laughed.

"I sure as hell hope Warrick and Greg went easy on him this time."

"Ava!" Isla called out. "Where are you?"

"What's up peanut?" I asked as she slouched down next to me.

"Ava was playing hide and seek with me, and now I've lost her," Isla sniffled.

"Ah, well she is very good at disappearing," I smiled. "Why don't you and Auntie Catherine keep looking inside and I'll check outside. Deal?"

"Okay, mummy," Isla smiled, grabbed Catherine's hand and skipped off to continue looking for her big sister.

I smiled to myself and shuffled to the back door, I could barely move in my dress. There she was, sat at the bottom of the 3 concrete steps that led out into the massive back garden.

"She's your number one fan, Ava," I smiled as I walked over to her. "You almost had Isla in tears, she thought she'd lost you."

"She just doesn't know where to look," Ava sighed.

"She's only 6," I reminded Ava. "I'm sure she'll learn, like you did."

Ava nodded.

"Look, if you're still hung up about the Sam Patterson thing…," I started.

"No, of course I'm not," she glared.

"I didn't mean that to sound the way…"

"It's fine, I've practically moved on already. I have to, right? I have to forget about it, like my parents do, like CSIs do. They forget they were buried alive, forget they were pinned under a car and got lost in the desert, forget their daughter was kidnapped and that they watched their dad die in their arms, forget they were beaten within an inch of their life, forget about all the insane things that have happened to this messed up family over the past 10 years," Ava said sarcastically, then stood up and walked past me. "But that's what you have to do."

"Angel?" I sighed.

"What?" she snapped.

"You don't have to pretend you're okay," I smiled sheepishly.

With that, Ava ran back down those few steps and flung herself into my arms.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I know."

"There you are," Isla grinned. "Found you!"

"Yeah, you did," Ava smiled back. "Come on, Princess, I'm gonna getcha!"

"Ahhhhh," Isla shrieked.

Ava ran in the house after Isla and I slowly followed. Ava really didn't have to pretend everything was okay, we all knew it wasn't. We weren't trying to forget about the past, not really, just when something like that happens to you, you don't always love to talk about it. And we've all learned that, either from our own personal experience, or have been their for a person struggling through a tragic event.

"Mum, mum, mum!" Dylan shrieked at me, the second I stepped back in the house.

"What, what, what?" I smiled.

"Daddy's outside," he smiled back, as he pressed his nose up against the window.

Catherine heard the car pull up, and looked at me. I nearly had a heart attack. Bad luck was the last thing we needed. The kids didn't understand that, so when Warrick and Grissom stepped out the car they saw their dad and were waving like mad from the window. Nick got out and came to see them. My blood pressure had risen enormously just when the car pulled up, now it was sky high. The knock on the door came and Maddie ran to be the first to open it.

"No! Nick, you can't come in!" Catherine screamed as she shoved me into the corner of the room.

"I've got a present for Sara," he yelled back.

"I'm serious Nick. Get out! You can't see me," I shouted.

"Fine, I'll go," he said and very quickly tried to hug all four of our children at the same time. "Love you."

"Love you too," I yelled back, and peered over my shoulder to find Nick stood in the middle of the room, eyes tightly shut.

"I can't see you," he reassured me.

"That's not the point," I protested. "Go, before you curse us for the rest of our lives."

"I came to give you this," he said, bringing his arm round from behind his back and held out a beautiful little box.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Open it after I'm gone," he insisted, as he took a few steps forward and placed it in my open hand.

"Hey ladies," Warrick smiled as he and Grissom squashed into the room. "Nick, what are you doing? We told you to stay in the car."

"I'm going," Nick smiled, still with his eyes closed. "Am I allowed a kiss first?"

"No, you can wait an hour when you renew your wedding vows," Catherine reminded him.

"Fine," Nick sulked, slid out the backdoor and he was gone.

"Wow," Grissom gapped in my direction. "We may just have to hold on to Nicky when you start walking down that aisle. You look stunning."

"You really think so?" I asked. "Will Nick be okay about me wearing this again?"

"Of course he will," Warrick nodded. "Sara, you could be wearing a bin bag and Nick wouldn't care."

I smiled and gazed down at the floor.

"We best get off, got to get a Groom to a church," Warrick smiled.

Grissom and Warrick left and drove away again. Catherine looked at me at just the moment tears started streaming down my face. She gave me a 'come on now' glare and I soon stopped.

"You gonna open it then?" she asked

I lay the box flat in the palm of my hand. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes again as I lifted the lid to reveal a gorgeous love heart shaped diamond necklace. I gasped as I read the tiny card inside: To my beautiful Bride, I'll see you very soon. All my love, Tricky Nick. Catherine then helped me put it on.

"It's, um, it's perfect," I stuttered.

"You lot ready yet?" Brass asked "Car leaves in 5 minutes."

"Yep," Ava nodded.

"Sara, you ready to go get married again?" Brass asked as he walked over, handed me my bouquet of flowers and took my arm.

30 minutes later:

We arrived at the church, fashionably late, of course. Brass smiled and took my arm again. The doors opened, and there he was, staring at me from the opposite side of the room. We took slow steps down the endless red carpet, my bridesmaids, Catherine, Lindsey, Ava and Maddie right behind me, and Dylan the ring-bearer and Isla the flower girl just in front. When I finally reached Nick at the alter he too looked like he was a nervous wreck, fit to explode into tears.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, again," smiled the same vicar who had married us 8 years previously. "You may now kiss the Bride."

Without any hesitation, thankfully, Nick kissed me. The room filled with cheers, and tears, of joy. Lindsey had to pull Isla back when she wanted to dive into our arms, this was our moment. The cheers continued outside as they showered us with little heart shaped colourful pieces of paper. Nick glanced at me. He had a massive grin on his face and a slight delish glint in his eye. Out of nowhere he scooped me up into a fireman's lift.

"Nicky, put me down!" I screamed.

"No, you're mine and no one else's," he smiled. "I love you Mrs Sara Stokes."

"I love you too. I'd love you more if you'd put me down," I insisted.

Nick was about to put me down when the heavens opened, and dumped a weeks worth of rain onto the crowd in about 5 minutes. It was a mad dash for the cars, but Nick just stood there, in amongst it all, me clinging on for dear life, when he smiled.

"Isn't it good luck if it rains on your wedding day?"

The Reception:

"Hey Cowboy," I smiled as Nick walked over to Catherine and I as we were kindly guarding the food and drinks table. "You okay?"

"No," Nick started. "See, there's this very beautiful women that I really want to dance with, but I don't think she's interested."

"Ah. Have you asked her?" I smiled.

"I'm just about too," Nick winked and held out his hand for me to take. "Mrs Stokes, would you care to join me for the first dance?"

"Go on then," I rolled my eyes sarcastically. I took his hand and he guided me to the middle of the dance floor. All eyes were on us. It would have been creepy if it wasn't so romantic. The music started playing and we started swaying slowly.

Nick soon had a curious look on his face when he realised the song was quite fast for a first dance song.

"Is this Unstoppable by Rascal Flatts?" Nick whispered. "It's a bit fast, don't you think?"

"Shut up and enjoy the music," I insisted. "You left me in charge of the music, remember? And I like this song."

"Yeah, and it's the last time I do," he smiled.

When the chorus came everyone else joined us on the dance floor, not traditional of a first dance but technically that wasn't our first, first dance. Greg and Ava, Maddie and Lindsey, Catherine and Warrick, Isla and Dylan, and the others surrounded us as we all enjoyed my amazing and well fitting choice of music.

"Keep on believing, don't give in. It'll come and make you whole again. It always will, it always does. Love is Unstoppable," the majority of people sang along with the second chorus in unison, and surprisingly on key.

"Actually, this has to be the best song ever," Nick smiled and span me round, again.

We all continued humming and occasionally yelling out words until the final few lines came round again.

"Love is Unstoppable," Ava smiled to over to us.

"So you made a lot of mistakes," Catherine sang.

"Walked down the road a little sideways," Maddie chuckled.

"But love, love is Unstoppable!" Nick sang and gazed longingly into my eyes.

The song ended, but the room erupted into cheers and pleads for an encore. The next song came on, I would have stayed and danced again but my ankles were baring the brunt of my 4th pregnancy.

"I'm gonna go and sit down," I whispered.

"Stay and dance with me," Nick insisted.

"Go and dance with your Angel," I smiled as I tried to walk away.

"If I can find her," he smiled back.

I sat back down in my seat and stared out into the dance floor. It looked so perfect, at that very moment everyone looked so happy, each person dancing in their selected pairs and smiling.

It turns out Catherine was right all along. I did have what every women wanted, and he was all mine.

Thank you for reading. Deception is officially finished! Thank you all for being so patient and thanks Bee for putting up with me for this long, you helped me so much. That's the end of yet another sequel. Fear not, a new story will be along very soon. Love you all so very much. Keep the faith in Snickers! Review please.