“Okay guys, I think we’ve had enough drama for today. Why don’t we go downstairs to the restaurant and have some tension free breakfast?” suggested Sara, not wanting to put poor Greg through any more beating.

“Uh, yeah…sure…of course!” Greg squeaked, still a little bit afraid of Sara.

Grissom knew that this was his chance.

“Greg, why don’t you go ahead and we’ll meet you down there in a minute?” asked Grissom, trying to keep his voice even and calm.

Now, Greg’s mind normally could have come up with a million sarcastic and nasty replies to what Grissom and Sara would do after he left the room, but his brain was still on alert mode being in the presence of Gil Grissom and his girlfriend Sara, “the torturer,” Sidle.

“Okay…see down there,” and with that Greg was out the door in a flash.

Sara let out a small giggle as she turned to face Grissom.

“That was so priceless!”

“Yeah, it was,” agreed Grissom, letting out a little chuckle of his own.

“So...” Sara prompted, “what’s up?”

“Uh, well…” Grissom stuttered as his nerves came into play, “there’s something I want to say…or ask you rather…”

“Okay...” Sara answered, not really sure where he was going with this.

“Well…” he continued, “it’s something that will make a big impact on our lives if you say yes.”

“Oh crap Gil, please tell me you’re not asking me what I think you’re asking,” said Sara quickly as Grissom bent down on one knee to retrieve the box that was in the pocket of his coat.

“Really Gil,” Sara pleaded, “you don’t have to do this.”

“Owww,” Grissom cried as he tried to stand up, “I wasn’t going to ask you in this position, but my damn back…”

“Grissom, seriously,” Sara begged, “I’m really not ready to get married!”

A look of shock came over Grissom’s face.

“Oh Gil, sweetie,” Sara exclaimed, “I love you, I really do, it’s just that marriage is such a huge commitment and you know how I feel about marriage. I really just want to wait until I feel that it’s completely right.”

“Marriage?” Grissom whispered, “You thought I was asking you to marry me?”

“Oh crap, you weren’t?” asked Sara nervously.

“No…” Grissom replied.

“Then what were you planning to ask!” said Sara a little too boldly in order to cover up her own mistake.

“Umm…” Grissom stammered, “I…was…a…hoping…you might consider us getting…a dog?”

Grissom opened the little red box to reveal a red dog tag in the shape of a bone.

“Oh wow…” sighed Sara as she laughed at herself, “my answer is yes. I will get a dog with you Gil Grissom.”

Suddenly, Greg burst through the partially open hotel room door that neither Grissom nor Sara realized was not fully closed until now.

“A dog! Dogs are great! What kind are you going to get? Oh, and Grissom, you really had me going there. Like Sara, I thought you were actually going to propose! I mean, it would be great and all, but it just sends really bad pictures into my head and of you and Sara kissing at the alter, and then on your honeymoon doing….ewwww! That would be so gross!” screamed Greg in a disgusted tone, but in an overall joyfully hyper manner.

Grissom and Sara simply looked at Greg and then at each other, both thinking the same thing. This was just another day little Greg Sanders burst into their lives, and they both knew that there would surely be more days like this one to come.

The End