A/N Some stuff didn't go completely right yesterday, make sure you read chap 40 which I posted yday (September 2nd)

Previously:

"I love you too." She let go of his hand. "Come pick me up tomorrow, will you?"

"I will." He kissed her on her forehead before grabbing his bullet proof vest from the ground, putting it on and walking away.

…

"So when will I be discharged?" She asked the nurse at 9 am.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes, but you did wake me every hour."

"Do you have a headache?"

"I wouldn't call it a headache.."

"That's a 'Yes.' She has a headache."

"Thanks, Spike." He smiled at her and handed her a muffin. "Okay, that makes up for it."

"You won't be discharged in the morning shift, maybe in the afternoon shift. Try again between 2 and 4." She nodded just as the nurse left.

"You're here early."

"Wanted to make sure you were okay, Sarge couldn't come by because of Dean." Zoë nodded. "Besides, I gotta make sure you don't run."

"Funny, won't be running for at least three days. Did you call Molly?"

"I did."

"Did you go out with her?"

"I did."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"Not particularly." He smiled at her.

"I will pull it out of you."

"No you won't."

"Share a little.. Did you go to dinner?"

"We did dinner and a movie."

"Smooth. Did you do the yawn, stretch and arm around her?"

"No…"

"You totally did, didn't you?"

"I was totally smooth about it." She laughed.

"Sure you was."

"No, I was. She totally smiled at me."

"Hope you were a gentleman Spikey."

"I was, total gentleman. Didn't even try to kiss her."

"Now, that's just stupid." His phone buzzed, indicating he had a text.

"I got to go to work, " He got up. "I will tell them you are fine. Just text Sarge when you're discharged." Zoë nodded.

"Thanks for stopping by."

"Thanks for setting me up with Molly." He grabbed his coat before saying goodbye.

…

"Hey, Greg. I got your voicemail, again. Anyway, I got discharged two hours ago. Just, call me back okay?"

Zoë hung up the phone. She had been trying to reach him for at least two and a half hours. She kept getting his voicemail. She didn't want to bother the rest, they were working. She had to stay an additional two days, making today their anniversary. She checked her watch again, half past four, great. If he didn't pick up his phone soon she would end up spending their anniversary in the hospital, alone. If he didn't call her back within half an hour she would just take a cab.

"Hey Greg, voicemail.. Again.. You don't have to pick me up, I'll just take a cab.. See you in 15, you better have a good reason."

She hung up her phone, annoyed. She grabbed her bag and told the nurse she was taking a cab, she left before the nurse could reply.

…

She walked up to the door, she could hear music playing. She twisted the key in the lock and walked inside, she could hear Greg singing in the kitchen.

She walked into the kitchen, his back was facing her and he didn't notice her. She leaned against the counter.

"Hello, stranger." Greg jumped around.

"Hey, I thought you would call me?" He unconsciously felt if the little jewelry box was safe in his pocket, where Zoë wouldn't find it.

"I did, like a dozen times." He grabbed his phone to check it, 13 missed calls and 6 voicemail messages.

"Oops, it must still be on silent." She looked around, she noticed a picnic basket, sandwiches, fruit and other necessities for a picnic. "No! Don't look. It was a surprise.."

"I promise I'll act surprised." She kept her eyes on him, not wanting to ruin any other surprises. "So, where are we going?"

"Nuhu, I'm keep that a surprise." Zoë smiled.

"When?"

"15 minutes?"

"Okay, let me just take a shower and change. Anything in particular I should wear?"

"No. Just make sure you grab a sweater." Zoë nodded and started to walk away. "Wait." He walked up towards her and kissed her, carefully not to pull her against him too hard. Her ribs were still tender and he didn't want her to feel the jewelry box. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary." She smiled sweetly before walking towards the shower.

…

Greg was nervously walking around, waiting for Zoë. He checked everything again. Food, check. Drinks, check. Alcohol free champagne hidden in his backpack, check. Ring hidden besides the champagne, check.

He heard their bedroom door open, he sat down on the couch, trying to act casual.

"So, I'm ready to go wherever." She said as she put on her shoes.

"Good." He got up and resisted the urge, once again, to propose on the spot.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm good, why wouldn't I be?"

"You look kinda nervous. Like the way you looked when we went paragliding."

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want to look like a.. wuss.."

"For being scared of heights?"

"It's more the hanging on a small paper airplane that does it." Zoë smiled and went to lift the backpack, checking the zipper was closed. "No!" She looked back up at him.

"I'm putting the bag down. I'll put it down slowly." She put the bag on the ground and raised her hands in surrender. "I'll move away from the bag." She stepped back, slowly. He smiled at her, feeling like an idiot.

"It's just, I want to do everything today."

"Fine. Knock yourself out. Can I grab my own coat?" He laughed and nodded. "Do you want me to hand you yours, or do you want to do that yourself?"

"Wise ass.." He took the coat and put it on, it wasn't cold outside but the weather had been unpredictable lately. He then grabbed the backpack and picnic basket.

…

He parked the car next to a walking trail. The trail leads up to a field which overlooks Toronto.

"Can I carry anything?" She asked as he put the backpack back on and grabbed the basket.

"Nope, I'm good." She smiled at him. "We're going to follow the trail, have dinner and watch the sunset."

"Quite the romantic."

"I've got my moments."

She smiled as they began walking the trail in silence. He was desperate the break the silence after a few minutes. Because the silence allowed his mind to go anywhere, including the placed he didn't want it to go.

'What if she says no?'

'If she says no, will we break up?'

"Just let me know if your ankle or something is hurting."

"Then what? You'll carry me?"

"I will try."

"I was scared." He looked at her. "I know he would've killed me if you guys didn't show up in time."

"He wasn't going to kill you that second."

"No, he was going to wait until I was conscious again. I'm glad Dean was okay to go home."

"They had to cancel their vacation though."

"Why?"

"The school made a mistake, he starts school today."

"At least they'll think he's a badass." Greg laughed.

"That's what he said."

"So what did you make us?"

"I've got sandwiches, tomato soup.."

"Chinese?"

"Yes, it is the one you like from the place you like." She smiled gratefully at him. "uuhm, all kinds of unhealthy junk."

"Sounds good."

…

They had walked a half hour or so before they reached the field overlooking Toronto. The sun wasn't setting just yet. He put everything down and spread it all out on the ground. He then beckoned for her to sit.

…

They had enjoyed their dinner, the champagne and ring were still safely tucked in the backpack. The sun was starting to set, She leaned back against him as they watched it together.

"You know, I never saw the appeal in watching the sunset." She looked at him. "But I totally get it now." He kissed her, they heard an airplane and looked up to see where it was coming from.

"Look, it's got a banner behind it. I can't make it out, it's probably a commercial or something." He used his left hand, the one around her shoulders, to point out an airplane, reaching into his pocket with his right. "Can you?"

"No." She got up to get a better look. "Ah, it says, Greg, you're getting old and need glasses." She joked as she tried to read it. "It says, Zoë.." She then trailed off as she read the rest of the sentence. "O.. my.. god.." She looked back to Greg, he was kneeling in front of her, opening the little black box.

"It's supposed to say: Zoë, will you marry me?" She put her hand in front of her mouth, she was completely speechless. She tried to talk several times, failing completely. He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Greg. God yes." He took the ring out of the box and put it around her ring finger. She then took his hand and pulled him up before hugging him tightly, not caring for the dull ache in her ribs.

"Thought for a second there you were going to turn me down." She let go of him and looked into his eyes.

"No, of course not. Though you did surprise me, figured you had some kind of gift in that bag, but a engagement ring.." She kissed him. "I didn't get you anything this good."

"It would look kinda weird if I had a diamante ring around my finger, don't you think?"

"You really are quite the romantic."

"I wanted to make it both big and personal."

"You did perfect." He kissed her before walking to the backpack and grabbing the alcohol free champagne and two glasses. He filled them both and handed her one. She looked at the one he was holding.

"No alcohol. To us, we got a lot to discuss." He raised his glass.

…

He woke up in the middle of the night, he looked to his left, no Zoë. He thought back to the previous night. They had stayed at the field for an hour or so before going home. They barely made it inside before Zoë started unbuttoning his shirt. She had been frisky back at the field, but he convinced her that it wasn't the best of places to celebrate.

He got up and threw on a robe when she wasn't back a few minutes later. He checked the bathroom, nothing. Living room, nothing. Guest rooms, nothing. He stood in the living room for a second, pondering where else she might be. The roof, of course. Their apartment had roof excess. He climbed both flights of stairs and walked onto the roof, seeing Zoë overlooking Toronto.

"Hey, you." She turned around, he noticed she had been crying. He immediately walked closer. "Are you okay?" She nodded. "Liar." He put his hands on her upper arms.

"It's just.. I started thinking about the wedding." He nodded, letting her know he was listening. "And I thought about picking out a dress, how my mom can't help me. I skipped past that thought, but then I realized my dad won't give me away." He gently stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears. "I won't have a father daughter dance, speech, all that stuff. All that silly, unimportant stuff."

"We don't have to do a big wedding." He smiled gently at her.

"We don't know enough people to do a big wedding." She tried a smile. She then sat down on the lounge set. "You're going to ask Ed to be your best man?" He looked at his watch, she wanted to talk about this at 4 am?

"Yeah, I've known him for ages, he's my best friend, helped me pick out the ring." She nodded.

"Can Spike give me away?" He was taken by surprise.

"Yeah, of course. If you want him to." She nodded.

"Do you want to get married at a church?"

"We don't have to have this conversation at 4 am?" She looked up at him, sadness in her eyes. "I think so. Call me old fashioned but it has a nice touch, don't you think?" She nodded.

"I agree. I want Jules, Donna and Molly to be my maid of honor and bridesmaids." She wiped away a tear. "Do you think it's weird to ask my boss to be a bridesmaid?"

"Just as weird as it is to ask your subordinates to be your best man and groomsmen."

"True." He sat down next to her. "We need a church, a place to hold the reception and a honeymoon."

"We don't have to get married tomorrow." He smiled at her.

"I just can't wait to be stuck with you for the rest of my life."

"Same here." The sun was coming up before they even realized it. "Looks like it's time to get ready for work." Zoë nodded.

"We're engaged."

"We are."

"Am I allowed to show you off?"

"Didn't know I was something to show off?"

"After you gave me this?" She raised her hand. "Definitely." She sat up straight and kissed him. "Does it happen to fit under my glove?"

"I think only the wedding band fits inside the glove, so I got a gold chain necklace with it."

"Considerate once again." She smiled at him before getting up. "Donna will kill you for getting me all distracted."

"You ready for that physical? I'm sure Donna wouldn't mind rescheduling, with the broken ribs and everything?"

"Yeah, but I want to requalify for my shooting now. And I'll reschedule for the physical.." They got up and walked inside, both yawning. Between the celebrating and sitting on the roof discussing their wedding, they had slept for about an hour and half.

…

They arrived at work together, Greg's team was already in the briefing room. His shift started before hers and apparently they were all eager to know if he went through with it.

"Told everyone but me?"

"No, just Ed knew I was going to ask you."

"He's such a gossip. Want to pretend you didn't ask me?"

"Maybe just for a little bit?" Zoë smiled at him, her left hand was already in her jacket pocket. She took of the ring and let it drop into her pocket.

"Guys." Ed called for them when they walked past the briefing room. They turned around and walked inside.

"Yeah?" Zoë stepped forwards.

"How was your anniversary?" Ed asked.

"It was nice."

"Just nice?" Spike asked surprised.

"Yeah. We went picnicking, and watched the sunset."

"What did he give you?" Jules asked.

"The picnic." She scratched her right ear with her left hand on purpose, giving them a good view of her empty finger. "Why?"

"Oh, nothing." Wordy spoke up. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the ring.

"Oh, you mean this thing?" She took it out of her pocket and put it on again.

"Now that's mean. Again."

"Don't be such gossips." She smiled at them. "I gotta go change." She kissed Greg on his cheek before walking towards the locker-room.

They all glared at him, he smiled back.

"You heard her, don't be such gossips." Ed got up and walked towards him.

"Congratulations." He hugged his friend.

"Thanks, Eddie."

"So, don't you need to ask me something?" Greg laughed.

"I do, actually. Can you get started in the gym with the guys while I go change?" He walked away.

"We will talk about this Greg Parker!"

…

"Hey Donna." Zoë smiled up at her from the bench as Donna walked into the locker-room.

"There was a lot of man-love out there? You know something about that?" Zoë held up her hand. "Oh, wow." Donna walked towards her and grabbed her hand to look at the ring. "Looks nice, it fits you."

"Yeah, he did a good job." Zoë smiled at her.

A/N To all my fellow Rookie Blue lovers, OH NO! Season finale in a couple of days!