Grissom practically slides into their bedroom, his hands laden with two steaming cups of herbal tea, a Ziplock bag of their favourite chips each pinned between his lips and his book tucked in his arm pit. He approaches her side of the bed and drops both the bags of chips onto her lap before carefully setting her tea down. Stepping away, he quickly retreats to drop a kiss to the top of her head making her chuckle. After manoeuvring to his side over a sleeping Hank taking position at her bedside, he jumps onto the bed after graciously setting his own tea down. Sara flips her book closed with her good hand and leans back against the headboard. Grissom shuffling around next to her, reaches across to drag his chips closer, ripping the bag open.

'Penny for your thoughts?' He rolls backwards to a sitting position, moving her book to one side he then opens her chips and returns to his own, diving to the bottom, retreating with a small handful, throwing them into his mouth with a loud crunch.

'You think we should tell them?' Sara looks sidewards at her now fiancé. The rustling and crunching stops and he contemplates her question for a second, then looks down, focus back on his chips. Swallowing once, twice he tilts his head to the side.

'No.' Sara, shifts slightly, turning her body to face him. Watching him engrossed with his chips she smirks to herself then leans in a fraction.

'Wanna wait until one of us is unconscious under a car in the desert then blurt it out?' She smiles, sitting on this nugget of information for a few weeks now, finding the right time to bring it up.

'Ah…' He closes the chips up and rubs a hand across his mouth.

'You told me everyone found out because of that doctor. Asking those questions about my medical history? Whether there was a possibility of pregnancy before I got x-rayed?' She brushes a crumb from the corner of his mouth he missed as he dips his head down, chin almost to his chest. 'And how would my supervisor know those kinds of answers? Or what type of birth control I was on?' He looks up, turns to her and then drops his head again. 'I mean, three outta five already knew so what did it matter. But then…' she pauses, swallow and smiles. 'Catherine tells me you said I'm the only person you have ever loved…' She pauses. 'Out loud.' Another pause for effect. 'In front of everyone.' She brushes a hand through his hair, rubbing down the side of his face, bringing his attention back up to hers.

'It wasn't everyone!' She pouts at his outburst and pulls her hand back. 'I thought you were gone. That we were too late.' He reaches for her hand, replacing it on his cheek to lean into her touch, his eyes soft and loving.

'Why didn't you tell me?' She rubs his cheek, like she did all those years ago, blaming it on chalk dust from plaster.

'I wanted to.' He shrugs. 'I panicked so... I flirted with the truth somewhat. I thought it was for the best until you were better.' He reaches across and places a hand on her comforter covered thigh.

'Until I was off those strong pain meds? I was barely lucid. Then again that must have helped too huh?'

'Are you mad?'

'For lying to me? Gil, come on. Everyone pretty much knew anyway. But I do think we should tell them. We owe them that much surely?'

'If that's what you want m'dear.' He pats her thigh twice and leans back against the headboard. They sit in silence, hands caressing on top of the comforter, rubbing knuckles and old faded scars, along with the fresh grazes and cuts to her soft skin.

'Can we not get married in Vegas?' She whispers.

'Too easy?'

'Too tacky.' He nods in agreement.

'We could go away. Just us?' He turns to her, her face beaming at his suggestion.

'Minus the bee suits?'

'Minus any clothes if I have my way.'

'If that's what you want m'dear.' She smiles wickedly at him.

'Things forbidden do have a secret charm.' He wiggles his eyebrows and leans forward, their lips connect.