Obligatory disclaimer: I do not own the characters within this story… too bad. I also do not own the song this story borrows its title from… that honor goes to Rascal Flatts.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so we will see how this goes. Bear with me. Thanks to my beta, Nicki (aka CSIangel17). I am not entirely sure if this is formatted correctly, so if it isn't let me know so I can change it.

"In your eyes I see forever

Makes me wish that my life never knew

The day before you."

Sara glanced at the clock on the break room wall, willing time to speed up.

'Only twenty minutes to go,' she thought.

It had been a very long, slow night. Warrick had the night off, Catherine had elected to leave early, and Greg and Grissom had taken the only call of the night. That meant she and Nick had been stuck in the lab all night working on paperwork.

She glanced at the clock again. 'Eighteen minutes…'

Nick caught her glancing at the clock again from across the table.

"Thinking of Detective Vartann again, huh Sara?" Nick asked

"Shut up, Nicky, someone might hear you," Sara replied.

"And that is a bad thing, why? Everyone would be really happy for you two. He is a great guy and he obviously makes you happy. I am sure the rest of the team has noticed your change in demeanor over the last year. I know for a fact that Warrick suspects something… he just commented the other day about how happy you have been lately. He made some comment about you getting laid."

"Thank you for your support Nick. And I know the rest of the team would be just as supportive but I am just not ready for everybody to know about my relationship with him yet."

"Well, then I guess I am privileged to be the only one who knows…" Nick started to say before he was interrupted by Sara..

"The only reason you know is because you came over unannounced that day and Tony happened to wander out of my room."

"Hey, it's not my fault you forgot about our weekly movie fest. And here I thought I was your best friend," Nick said, giving her his best puppy dog look.

"Nice try, but that look is not going to work. I am immune to that look," Sara replied while attempting not to laugh.

"Whatever Sar."

Sara glanced at the clock again.

"You know, staring at the clock won't make the time go any faster, believe me, I have tried," Greg said as he entered the room.

"Shut up Greggo," Sara said. "You weren't stuck in the lab all shift; you at least got to take a case."

"Yeah, because we all know that B&Es make for the most exciting cases," he replied sarcastically.

"Better than nothing…" Sara said as she glanced at the clock yet again. "Fifteen minutes still… I swear that clock must be broken or something, there is no way…"

Sara's rant was interrupted when Grissom came running into the room.

"Sorry to interrupt but we have an officer involved shooting that needs our attention…"

"Damn, my bed was calling my name," Greg mumbled. He chose not to say anything else when he saw Grissom glaring at him.

"Why don't you fill us in on the circumstances on our way to the scene," suggested Nick.

The quartet made their way towards Grissom's Denali. Grissom and Greg hopped in the front while Sara and Nick took their seats in the back. Once they were all in the car, Grissom started to explain what he knew about the case.

"All I know is that several officers were working on a sting operation. Something to do with illegal arms dealing. The detectives weren't wearing vests because they were searched when they entered the building. Apparently something went wrong because someone opened fire," Grissom explained. "Two of the criminals were killed and two of the officers are being treated for minor injuries. Unfortunately, Detective Vartann was injured during the fight… he was shot in the chest and is being taken to Desert Palm for emergency surgery…"

Grissom continued to talk, with Greg asking questions intermittently. Neither of them noticed the sympathetic look Nick was giving Sara, or that her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Nick reached over and gave her hand a small squeeze to show his support. Thoughts of the previous evening flooded her mind.

Sara and Vartann had just returned from a dinner at the Picasso, an upscale restaurant at the Bellagio. The evening had started out wonderfully, with Tony picking her up at 5 for drinks before heading to dinner. Sara looked beautiful in her deep green, floor-length gown. Tony didn't look too bad himself, arriving in an all black suit, with a deep green tie.

They enjoyed a wonderful dinner, but things started to go downhill when they spied Catherine with her latest boyfriend, and Sara insisted on hiding from her. Tony was not happy with that decision and made no attempt to hide his annoyance from his girlfriend.

"Dammit Tony. What the hell is your problem," Sara shouted.

"My problem is that my girlfriend seems to be ashamed of me!" Vartann replied trying to keep calm.

"Why the hell would you think that I am ashamed of you?"

"Because you insist on keeping our relationship a secret!"

"That doesn't mean that I am ashamed of you!"

"It sure seems that way."

"Why would I be ashamed of you?"

"I don't know! Maybe because I am just a cop…not a brilliant CSI like you and you are afraid of what the rest of your team will think, especially your precious Grissom."

"Not that again." Her frustration grew more and more apparent in her voice "Christ, Tony, we have been though this. I am over him. I don't care what he thinks or what the rest of the team thinks for that matter."

"You could have fooled me. Are you afraid of what they will say if they find out you have been dating some dumb cop for the past year?"


"Then why do you insist on hiding our relationship from the rest of your team? God Sara, I love you, I have since we worked that case with the jazz singer's dead wife. And sometimes I think that you are actually over Grissom and that you do love me back. But then again, you have never actually said it. I didn't press the issue because I know you think people say 'I love you' without actually meaning it. But I just don't know what to think any more."

"I really do care for you, Tony. Things are just… well, complicated." Her voice softened as she spoke.

"Only because you insist on making them complicated." He looked at his watch in an attempt to avoid her gaze. "You know what, I am going to be late for a briefing on some sting operation. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Happy anniversary," he said as he handed her a small velvet box.

"Tony, wait!" Sara said. But it was too late; he had already slammed the door to her apartment. She just stared at the engagement ring in her hand.

"Shit, Tony. Please be ok."