Disclaimer- Nothing related to TV show CSI belongs to me. If it did, do you honestly think Jorja or Billy would have ever left?

A/N- Well, I didn't really expect to add to this, but after seeing the fountains in person during my trip to Vegas, I was inspired. Thanks for reading, and please review.

"Gil, we don't need to stay at the Bellagio. We're not tourists. We lived and worked in Vegas for years, it's not like we're here to gamble and drink away our troubles."

"I know. I just want to treat you to a nice stay at a hotel on the strip. You deserve it. Please Sara, humor me."

"You spoil me, you know that?"

"I've never given you anything more than you've earned."

"Geez, somebody's in a romantic mood. What's gotten into you?"

"I honestly don't know. Something about the Bellagio has always gotten to me. Every time I see the fountains, it's like there's some memory trying to come out." Sara shook her head as Gil's view drifted off into space. She'd never fully understand him.

"Gil. Gil? Gil!" Grissom finally turned his head towards Sara.

"Sorry dear."

"We should probably get our room key," she explained while gesturing to the front desk.

"Right." Sara smiled obligingly and followed Gil to claim their key. While walking towards the desk, she couldn't help but admire the stunning blown glass flowers artfully arranged upon the ceiling. She sighed.

"Something wrong?" Gil questioned nervously.

"Not at all. I just love those flowers. I've only been here on vacation once, and that was years ago. I'd almost forgotten how beautiful this place is."

"They are eye catching. Let's go, though. I think you're going to like our room." Sara tilted her head in confusion; of course she would like the room. As they boarded the elevator, Gil mentioned off-handedly, "We should look at the butterfly habitat later." Sara smiled brilliantly; secretly, she'd seen butterflies as symbols of sorts for her relationship with Gil.

"Absolutely," Sara agreed as the elevator came to a halt. Gil looked over at her and returned her lovely smile.

"Gil, is this what I think it is?" Sara questioned when they reached their room.

"That depends. What do you think it is?" Sara smirked; she was used to his antics.

"The honeymoon suite?"

"I always knew you were smart."

"Gil! Why in the world would you reserve the honeymoon suite?"

"We are newlyweds, are we not?"
"Well…yes…but…"

"No arguments. Let go of your bag."

"So demanding."

"Just do it." Laughingly lightly, Sara did as Grissom commanded. Within a second of her releasing her bag, Grissom swept her off of her feet, unlocked the door, and carried her over the threshold. Sara was shocked; never before had Gil been so affectionate.

"Seriously Gil, I don't know who you are anymore." Sara stated in awe as he gently laid her down on the bed.

"What? I do have my moments."

"Of course you do, they just aren't usually so…grand."

"I've always wanted to do something like this for you, but we've never had the time. Well, we finally do."

"Yes. And thank you, Gil. This is already wonderful."

"I'm glad." He walked over to the bed and kissed her sweetly.

"I was wondering, do you think we could go see the fountains tonight? I've always loved them."

"Sure." Gil looked over at the clock. "There's a show starting in fifteen minutes, let's get unpacked and head downstairs."
"Sounds like a plan." Soon, Grissom and Sara were standing by the fountains, eagerly anticipating the beginning of the show.

"I just got the strangest sense of déjà vu." Sara said.

"Did you? I thought I did too." Grissom replied in a slightly stunned voice. Sara murmured something incomprehensible before the opening melody of "Your Song" by Elton John began. Slowly, the water came to life.

"Oh! Gil look, it's starting!" Sara pointed to the rising fountains. Grissom looked over at his wife; she was grinning and her eyes were shining. Unconsciously, she began to sway her hips. Suddenly, Grissom knew. Suddenly, he remembered. He wanted to see if she would remember too. Grissom decided to encourage Sara.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked her softly. She turned and beamed at him.

"Of course." She responded. As they moved together to the rhythm of the water and the song, memories began to flood back to Sara.

"Oh my God." She whispered.

"You remember too, don't you?" Sara lifted her head from Grissom head and looked into his eyes. She gasped.

"Yes." She said breathily. "Gil, we met before that lecture, didn't we?"

"Yes."

"Did you know then, too?"

"No. It was your hips."

"What?" Sara questioned.

"Your hips. You started to move them when the music started. You're a dancer, Sara. You taught me how to dance."

"You told me you couldn't dance. I showed you how I did it, and then I tried to make you follow me. Yes, I remember it all now! My foster father took me to Vegas for a week. We stayed here. That night I met you was the night before we had to leave! Oh, Gil! I can't believe I never realized it before!"

"Me too. What are the chances that we would end up here, together?"

"I don't think I could do the math for that one."

"Sara?"

"Yes?"

"The show is over." Sara glanced over at the fountains.

"I guess it is."
"I'm sorry."

"For what? So we missed one show, there'll be plenty more for us to see. Right now, I'd rather look at you."

"I'd rather look at you than anything else, always." At that, the loving couple shared a deep kiss. When they pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes and saw something infinitely better than a fountain show- love. Unending, uncompromising, enduring love. And at that moment, they both realized an irrefutable truth. Fate brought them together, and destiny would keep them together. For the rest of their lives, their hearts would dance together, never slowing, and never stopping.

A/N- Again, I appreciate you reading. Please review!