A/N: They don't belong to me for if they did, Sara/Jorja would be on forever, CSI would never end...I'd pay them all whatever they wanted...and...I'm just borrowing.
Something that popped into my head this afternoon at work...had to get it out, No Beta so any and all mistakes are my own...unless someone else wants to take the blame!
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"I don't want the world to end" she stated matter of fact as they stood next to each other. Both were clad from head to toe in beekeeper wear as Grissom worked over the hive he'd removed from the murder scene.
"No one does my Dear" he smiled contemplatively while working outside. He realized that the thought of ever being without her for any length of time was harder to comprehend after Sara's kidnapping. "Especially when you've taken so long to find the one true love of your life" he winked at her and started to dismantle the beehive. "Maybe we should just get married!"
Sara almost dropped the smoke can she'd been using to slow the bees that were both leaving and returning to the hive. She smiled the mega-watt smile that made his heart thud that much faster. "Um...did you just say what I think you did?" she was standing beside him, mouth somewhere between that smile and being agape and for an instant, she reminded him of his Billy Bass.
"Well, it makes sense...we've been together two years...well" he turned, face partially hidden behind the pit helmet and netting. "9 if you see it my way..." he chuckled and saw her blush. "But we've shared a home for two years Sara...I know it's not always been easy but...I think what we have.." he was stumbling over his words. "I know you're anti-marriage..." she shook her head...
"I'm not anti-marriage Gil...I just, I'm not...it's just that woman get married and suddenly they become property" she put the can down next to the hive and studied his face.
"Well, how about if we get married and instead of you considering yourself my property..." he teased lightly "I get a tattoo that says 'property of Sara Grissom" she swallowed then shook her head..
"It would have to be Sara Sidle-Grissom" she corrected him once again..."I'm not wearing one of those floor length hoop things that look like you should have a staff in one hand and sheep following close behind!" she winked at him. Somehow, she never imagined Grissom ever asking her to marry him...or proposing marriage because in all honesty, he hadn't really asked. Like everything else, he'd just put it out there...
He reassembled the beehive after carefully extracting any deceased animals and collecting them in a jar. "I don't understand it...something is causing them to drop like..." Sara's laugh cut the air and he realized he'd almost said 'like flies' ...which wouldn't have been appropriate because while they were flying insects., they were bees. "Okay smart ass...just wait., I'm picking your dress..." he leaned gently over and poked a finger in her direction..."A big frilly one, complete with a bonnet and a big bow on your..." he motioned with his eyes toward her behind and she turned to follow his gaze.
"You keep picturing a big bow on my ass Mister, and I guarantee, the only way you'll ever see it again..." he pulled her toward him and tried to kiss her through their mutual netting but only managed to whack himself in the nose with the brim of her helmet. "Serves you right" she snickered as he pulled away and rubbed at the spot..."Want me to kiss it and make it better?" she smiled warmly and touched his shoulder.
"I want you to kiss that and...well, I have this ache in my neck" he took her hands and started leading her away from the hives and toward the house "and I have a spot on my elbow..." when they were far enough from the hives to warrant removing their protective headgear, he quickly moved in and captured her lips.
"Hey Bugman, I'm supposed to be kissing you better..." she pouted against his lips and pulled back. "So tell me again..." she took his hand, opened the back door and they slipped inside.
"Well you see, my nose is still a little tender..." he pointed, she kissed it softly. "And I think my eyes are a little sensitive from the sun" she followed his finger and kissed each of his eyelids, "and my neck is a little stiff..." she tilted his jaw and planted a wet kiss just under his chin. "and I think I'm getting a headache..." his voice was low and only slightly whining...She kissed each and ever part of his face finishing with a very heated kiss that enveloped his mouth under hers.
"I think if there's anywhere else that's hurting Mr. Grissom, we'd better take this to the bedroom" she stood waiting for him to make the next move.
"Well, my heart is hurting...but you could fix that right here..." he moaned, his hand just over the left side of his chest.
"And why would your heart be hurting?" she suddenly became very serious wondering if he was joking or if there were really something wrong She couldn't tell from his face.
"Because Miss Sidle, you never answered me outside..." he picked her up over his shoulder and carried her off to the bedroom "and for that., you simply must be punished..." he tossed her down on the bed and stood over her with his hands on his hips...trying to catch his breath...
She couldn't believe he did that. She'd known for the last year, he'd been working out at the local gym with Brass but until now, didn't realize just how physically strong he was...it surprised and amazed her and for a moment she was speechless.
"Sara...are you okay?" he was instantly puzzled by the stillness... "I didn't hurt you did I?" he immediately came over to assess that she wasn't injured...he'd been extra careful not to put pressure on her arm that was still in a smaller cast and in a sling. "I'm sorry Honey, I didn't think" he leaned overand gently touched her arm.."I do that a lot I guess" the sadness wafted off of him suddenly. Sara smiled up at him and latched onto his shirt collar.
"Gil...I'm absolutely fine, I just couldn't believe it when you picked me up so easily..." she pulled him toward her..."But I don't want you to ever berate yourself for thinking or anything else again..." she kissed him softly "Don't you understand yet...I love you...I have forever" her mouth was pressed against his and their tongues dueled for control "WhyelsewouldIbemarryingyou?" she mumbled into his mouth.
"Sara?" he pulled back instantly..."did you just say what I think you said?" he tossed her words back which were, in reality one of the things he remembered saying to her many years previously when she'd asked if he wanted to sleep with her...She nodded and smiled warmly.
"I said I love you...I have forever" she kissed him again more intensely "WhyelsewouldIbemarryingyou" she did it yet again, mumbling her answer into his mouth as his lips devoured her...
"Would you please stop that?" he pushed her back "You keep saying something and I keep missing it.." he wanted to see her face as she answered him.
"I would gladly answer you question...if you'd actually asked one?" she slipped off the bed and moved into the bathroom where she promptly locked the door and stood behind hit covering her mouth...'oh my God, he honestly wants to marry me...what to do...what to do...but he didn't come out and ask...he kinda just put it out there... what the hell kind of proposal is that?...
"Sa...ra!" he groaned and laid over the bed, head nearly buried under one of their many pillows..."Would you come out and talk to me? I don't like talking through a door" he moaned again.
"You didn't have a problem with the bee netting" she teased.
"Sara pulleeeeze..." he leaned on his elbows and waited "Would you just come out here so we can talk?"
"I think I want to take a bubble bath" she answered then flipped on the water for emphasis.
"Sara Jayne Sidle, if you don't open that door right now..." he swiftly rose off the bed and put his shoulder to the door "I'll...I mean it...I'll" he could hear her laughing from the other side.
"I'm losing my temper here...sweetie...!" his voice went from mad to sickeningly sweet..."You don't want to explain to our homeowners insurance why I had to break down the door..." his voice was nearly sing song now.
Sara sat back on the edge of the tub trying hard to suppress her laugh.
Deciding there was nothing to gain by smashing the door., Gil decided on another tactic...he silently slipped out of the townhouse with Bruno and went for a drive.
Sara waited and waited..."Gil...? Gilbert?" she pushed her ear against the door and heard nothing..."Gil Grissom...are you out there?" she cracked the door enough to only peak out and saw an empty bedroom...no note, nothing. "Bruno?" she called their dog but apparently, he'd taken Grissom's side and wasn't answering her either. She checked upstairs and down then opened the garage door and noticed that his SUV was parked there but he'd taken his car. "Dammit!" she swore softly to herself...wondering if she'd hurt his feelings.
"Well Bruno, what shall we do?" he watched as the big Boxer curled on the front seat and stared out the window. "How about a nice visit to the doggie park?" he laughed thinking how Sara would react when she came out and found him gone...then he swallowed hard...he didn't want her to think he was angry...or that she'd needed to make any decision so suddenly...he didn't want her to make a decision because of pressure and he immediately turned the car around."sorry boy, no park today...Daddy screwed up...again!" he signed and drove toward the townhouse only stopping long enough to pick up a wildflower bouquet from the local florist.
She was sitting on the front steps when he pulled up. Baggy sweatshirt, shorts and her hair pulled up. "Where did you...?" her mouth opened and she smiled when he handed her the flowers.
"I realize when I mentioned marriage..." he got down on his knee, she knew it wasn't an easy feat considering how much his knee joints seemed to bother him after a long case. "I didn't quite say what I meant to and kinda blurted it out..." he reached into his pocket and she stood there stunned "I'm not always the most romantic guy Sara...and I'm not good at words of my own...as you saw with the letter..." he reached out and took her hand "I've loved you for 9 years...since the first time I saw your beautiful smile and heard your laugh and it would make me the happiest man in the world" he pulled open the box he'd been holding in his palm "If you would do me the honor of becoming not only my soul mate, partner and lover but also my wife!" she was crying when she saw the beautiful platinum band with the simple round cut, square set diamond flanked on each side by a baguettes.
"Oh my...Gilbert Grissom...it's stunning..." she looked into his eyes and saw that he was crying "I never saw myself as the marrying kind.." she saw him swallow but he didn't break his stare. "Until I met you...and every day I wondered for so long what it would be like to wake up beside you, to go to sleep wrapped safely in your arms and to know that you belonged to only me...and I to you...you've given me a taste of heaven and I couldn't imagine my life without what I have now...I would be honored to be your wife..." she hugged him to her, there on the ground, Bruno beside them chewing up her flowers she held onto him and kissed his face everywhere her lips could cover...
"Sara...?" she backed away a moment "Could you help me up...I think my knee just went out..." he started laughing so hard the tears streamed down his face..."You sure you want to marry an old man?" he teased as she helped him up only to have her pull him within inches of her face.
I love YOU! You are NOT an old man, not by my standards buddy and I'll love you when you're shuffling along, grouchy, stubborn, wrinkled and...hey..wait...that's how you are now..." she cracked herself up and leaned in for a kiss.