A/N: A huge hug and thank you to Mingsmommy for the beta.

"Maybe we should get married." He suggested, trying to sound casual.

She felt her eyes widen and her jaw go slack, dropping slightly. "Excuse me?"

His proposal seemed out of place, like it belonged somewhere else, to someone else.

Grissom put down wooden slat honeycomb he was holding and turned his jumpsuit clad body to face her. "I want to marry you."

"Are you proposing?" Shock. She was in...shock.

Grissom lifted off his straw hat followed by his box helmet. "I believe I am."

"Gil, if this is about the baby..."

"It is; but not all.” He shrugged. “I want you to be my wife Sara. I want to be your husband. I want the whole deal: lilacs and roses and rings. I want a tux and you in a white gown...a veil." He stroked his finger over the netting of her helmet before lifting it slowly so her face and lips were available to him.

She nodded her head slightly but it was her eyes that told him ‘yes’. After a moment of holding his gaze intensely she whispered. "I can't believe we're actually getting married."

"I can't believe we haven't already... nine years."

She laughed shortly as he flashed a cheesy grin and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her as the bees buzzed on.