I opened the door and came face to face with the rest of the night shift crew. From the amount of light outside, I assumed that shift was over and a whole hell of a lot more time had transpired than I had thought. They had a bouquet of balloons, a cake, and what appeared to be a card. I don't know what my face looked like, but I think I must have looked a little shocked and confused because Greg broke the silence. "We remembered that it was your birthday."

"Yeah, thanks." Was about all I could manage as I opened the door wide to let them in. As I turned around I knew that there was no way they were not going to figure out our little secret. What with the candles, wine glasses, and cushions on the floor, especially when I had just spied a couple of missing key articles of underclothing. I crossed my arms in front of myself as I realized that the chair next to the couch was wearing my bra and a pair of boxers.

At first, no one noticed anything unusual about him being here. I mean, like I said, we've always spent time together outside of work. However, as the group glanced around the room and noticed what I was glaringly aware of, the pieces started to fit together in their minds. I think a little shock was written on everyone's faces as the evidence spoke for itself. We had hidden our relationship very well and no one seemed to have had a clue.

I felt really bad for Greg because he looked crestfallen.

Grissom looked, well, I'm not sure. I had already told him it was too late, and I gathered from his expression that he had assumed it was because I had found someone else. I think it was the particular someone else that was a bit of a shock to him.

Catherine finally broke the uncomfortable silence with a sly grin firmly etched on her face. "Well, it looks like we came at a bad time." I think she spied my bra sitting next to a pair of boxers on the arm chair next to the couch.

"Something like that." I just nodded and I think my face was a little red. Of course, I was not the only one under scrutiny. I glanced over at him and something between a sheepish look and a grin was etched on his face.

Grissom, always one to state the obvious, pointed toward us. "Is there something going on between you two of a personal nature?"

I think Catherine rolled her eyes. Grissom could really be elementary at times.

I nodded and cringed as the rest of the crew seemed to notice the bra and the boxers on the chair at that very instant. I felt a familiar hand take mine and give it a squeeze. I smiled and caressed the back of his hand with my thumb.

Catherine glanced toward the undergarments that seemed to scream from the chair and then back at us, grinning as she studied us. "Uh, just when did 'this' happen exactly." I could tell that Catherine was pleased. I have a feeling that she knew that he had been harboring feelings for me for some time and was pleased that they had actually turned into something mutual. She was practically beaming at him.

He grinned at me. "I guess we've gone public, babe."

I chuckled and grinned back. "Yeah, I guess we have."

He plunged right in. The tension in the room was a little thick. "Uh, Sara and I are dating."

"How long have you two been dating?" Grissom looked a bit perplexed.

I felt his hand squeeze mine again. This time I was the one to speak. "We've been dating for three months." I was pretty sure at least a couple of them were going to be upset that we didn't tell them.

Greg's jaw dropped. I could tell that my dear friend's hopes that I'd go out on a date with him were finally crushed. I'm sure that he will find a great girl someday that is perfect for him, it's just not me. I was pretty sure that it was his idea to get the rest of crew to come by my apartment with him since they all forgot it was my birthday.

Grissom just stood there, expression unreadable. I'm pretty sure that he didn't expect me to say that we had been dating for three months. I mean, he must have expected that this was a fairly recent development when I turned him down for dinner. I'm sure it didn't enter his mind that I would start dating someone just a couple of weeks after he had turned me down. I guess I hadn't expected it either, but sometimes the very thing you need shows up when you least expect it, even if it's been under your nose the whole time.

We just grinned nervously at each other and then glanced up curiously as we heard a low chuckle coming from the only member of the team that had been silent up to this point.

"Nice boxers, Nick." Warrick was pointing at Nick's boxers which were perched next to my bra on the arm of the chair next to the couch.

I started to chuckle. I mean, Nick does have interesting taste in underwear. He loves Texas and well, let's just say that his boxers tend to scream this. And when you've got 'Don't Mess With Texas' etched across your ass it brings that message up to a whole new volume.

Thankfully, after Warrick's comment, the tension in the room dissipated and we all started to relax in the wake of the awkwardness of our revelation.

"Hey, we've got cake!" Greg exclaimed.

I went into the kitchen and pulled out some plates and forks. Everyone started to make themselves at home and Nick, bless him, took his boxers and my bra and threw them into my bedroom.

I think that I felt strangely relieved that they all finally knew. I mean, keeping a secret like that from your friends, who also happen to be some of the top investigators in the country can be tiring. I had thought that maybe it wouldn't be a good idea if everyone knew about Nick and I, but I was wrong. They all seemed to be really supportive of our relationship after the shock wore off. I guess I'd been wrong about a lot of things. I mean really, Nick was under my nose for three years, and I didn't notice him. Any woman with eyes could see how amazing he is. But he was mine, all mine.

After they all left, Nick just grinned at me. "I guess, we don't have to decide if we're going to tell them anymore."

I just laughed. "No, I guess we don't."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you think you'd want to come to Texas with me and meet my family?"

I chuckled. I think things are getting serious. I smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like to meet your family."

"Ok. How about Thanksgiving?" He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist.

I slid my arms around his neck and grinned. "Ok. Do you think they'll like me?"

Nick shook his head. "No."

I raised a concerned eyebrow at him and frowned.

He chuckled. "Sara, they're going to love you."

I giggled. "Well if they're anything like you, baby, I'm going to love them too."

He grinned at me pulling me closer. "Sara Sidle, I love you."

I grinned back at him. "I love you too, Nick Stokes."

He leaned down and kissed me and I started to giggle. I think it was at that moment that I remembered that we were both missing a key piece of underclothes. I think he must have read my mind because he scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom.

~*~*~*~*~ The End ~*~*~*~*~

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the suspense of who the mystery man was. I thoroughly enjoyed reading all of your reviews. And I did try and make some of you think that it might have been Warrick, kudos to those who picked up on that. To those Grissom/Sara shippers, thanks for reading and commenting. And huge, huge thanks to my regular reviewers who I always seem to be able to count on to read and review my stories.