Fortune Cookie

Author: Moggie


Pairing: It's a surprise, but you can probably guess.

Rating: Pg

Category: General

Spoilers: Possibly

Summary: [Wait and See] Sara receives a proposal in a Chinese fortune cookie.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

Grissom placed three brown bags on the break room table, grabbed his food and left to eat in the quietness of his office.

Nick and Catherine attacked the bags and recovered their ordered meals. Warrick and Sara each found theirs once there was room and eager hands where pulled back.

Each bundle bared their names and a tray of Starbucks.

"God! I needed this." Nick groaned enthusiastically.

Sara nodded in agreement as she ate her egg fried rice. "Can't believe we haven't eaten in 72 hours."

Warrick chuckled. "Big case leaves no time for breaks."

"Sure doesn't." Catherine sighed with a smile as she attacked her chicken-chow-mien.

Digging into her bag, Sara sipped her hot coffee. She discovered a fortune cookie at the same time Nick did. Though hers looked differently to his, like it was made recently.

"Your weekend will hold new treasured memories." Nick quoted his fortune. "Hmm, I'm going to my sisters." He said as an afterthought and looked around at his friends. "You think she's going to set me up with her friend Josie?" He asked excitedly, causing Warrick and Catherine to laugh.

Sara was otherwise engaged with her thoughts as she opened her cookie. Something dropped onto her lap as she pulled out the fortune paper.

Warrick looked up and smile. "What does yours say Sara?"

"Hmm?" She dragged her eyes from the neat handwriting at the sound of his voice. "What does what say?"

"Your cookie?" Warrick chuckled, waving his fork at her hands.

"Oh!" Sara fumbled. "Nothing much." She evaded, looking back at them to find all three staring at her.

Catherine leaned forward. "Was it empty?"

Sara shook her head and shrugged, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "No. No, it wasn't empty." She reached into her lap and held up the item that had fallen.

Nick whistled in awe.

Warrick sat up to get a closer look.

Catherine, well, Catherine was out of her seat and by Sara's side in an instant, reading the fortune paper. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the boys. "It says- 'Will you marry me?' Kinda strange that a fortune cookie would say that, right?"

Sara took the paper from Catherine and tucked it into her pocket as she stood. "Excuse me for a moment guys. There's something I gotta do." She collected up her empty cartons and binned them on her way out the door.

"What's going on Cath?" Nick asked as he pushed with his food.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She teased, turning to look out the door to see Sara rounding the corner.

Warrick sat back and finished his Chinese. "You don't think its Griss, do you?"

Catherine shrugged as she went back to her seat. "Don't know. If it is, you'd think we'd know they were going out, right?"

Nick nodded. "Maybe they are and it's all hush hush."

"Possibly, but what if they're not dating and that cookie was meant for someone else?" Warrick queried as he looked meaningfully into his rice box. He glanced at Catherine and cleared his throat. "You finished with that Cath?"

Catherine looked from her box of rice to his blank face. "What's it worth?" She asked.

Warrick tossed her his fortune cookie before sliding the half empty rice box towards him.

Grissom stared at his barely eaten Chinese dinner.

"Will you marry me?" Sara asked as she opened his door and closed it behind her. She pulled out the fortune paper and placed it on his desk. "That's you, right?"

Grissom looked up at her.

"This yours too?" She opened her hand to show him the ring sitting in her palm.

Turning his head back to his dinner, he sighed suddenly. "If I were to say yes, what would your answer be?"

Sara stared at him.

He continued, pushing his food around uninterested in the contents. "If I asked you to marry me, or go out with me, what would you say?"

Her throat felt dry and her heart was pounding in her chest. "Are you asking me to go out with you?"

Grissom shook his head. "No."

She watched his slow movements.

He abandoned his food and stood. "I'm asking you if there's a chance that you'd marry me, in this life, or the next."

"Definitely the next." Sara answered immediately.

Grissom's head snapped up. He waited a beat, staring into her eyes the entire time.

"Is there a chance in this lifetime?" He asked, becoming verbally hesitant.

"Griss." She said his name quietly, trying to fathom what had brought on this line of questioning, let alone this 'type' of questioning.

"I'm serious." He told her firmly, his eyes dark.

Moving around his desk, she reached for his hand and placed the ring in his possession. She looked up into his eyes and lightly closed his hand around the ring with both hers. "In this lifetime, I've battled to get you to notice me. I've fought with my feelings because I knew you'd never return them." She squeezed his hand. "At least not straight away."

"I notice you." He told her. "I notice you and I know you feel for me too. I have tried so hard to figure out what to do." His other hand came up to touch her face, pushing back her hair to see her brown eyes. "After figuring it out, I knew what I had to do."

"Marriage isn't the answer." She whispered sadly, watching him fight to make her listen.

"I disagree." Grissom closed his eyes briefly before stepping closer to her and touching her body with his. "I think that marriage is the next step."

Sara shook her head, following his eyes as they roamed over her face. The warmth of his hand on her neck, sending sensational tingles down her spine.

"Yes." He insisted, getting back his courage. "Over ten years of friendship, Sara. That's a lifetime. Ups and downs, good times and bad. Marriage, kids, growing old together." He watched her eyes widen. "It's what I want. I know it's what you want too. I can see it in your eyes." His voice lowered to a soft whisper. "Marry me."

She didn't know what to say or think. She would never have thought in a million years that Grissom would propose to her, let alone lay out his feelings and future.

"I-I don't know Griss." She stammered, dropping her head slightly. "I don't know."

"I've been stupid, keeping you so far from me. And all this time I was planning on asking you, I was hurting you. I'm sorry honey." He felt her body relax as he pulled her against him. "I've been such a fool." He whispered into her neck, his hands running up her back soothingly.

"It feels so sudden." Sara sighed tiredly. "I can't think straight Griss. I need time."

"We have time Sara." He promised her, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "It may seem like I'm rushing into this, but I'm not. I've felt this way for so long. It's just taken me a while to find the right moment."

Sara smiled a little, still trying to come to terms with what was happening. "A fortune cookie is romantic."

Grissom chuckled. "I was afraid you'd think it was foolish or tacky." His smile broadened. "I didn't want tradition. You deserve something special."

Searching his face for any hesitation or regret, she was surprised to find glee and happiness embedded in his eyes and smile. Sara only hoped she could keep this side of the Gil Grissom she knew and loved for as long as she could for she knew she had to give him an answer soon.