Creeping Redview

[equalsmcsquared]

"--If you have to ask me that, Mike, you're better off not--yeah, yeah, I know. You weren't being serious. Keep telling yourself that. You might believe it."

Pause.

Chuckle.

"No threats. I'm warning you. Bye."

Phone clicks off, fruit salad is grabbed out of the refrigerator.

Sara heads outside, sitting in the shade next to the building.

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[drgrissom]

A little while later, Grissom comes home, Honey running out in front of him on her leash. He scoops up the dog when he spots Sara outside, walking over with a smile and quickly kissing Sara's forehead as Honey wriggles, looking for attention.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

[equalsmcsquared]

"Fine." She plops the wriggling pup into her lap. "Sit down--it's nice today. And I've got everything confirmed for The Weekend[TM]."

[drgrissom]

He takes a seat, and looks at her fruit salad, considering nabbing a piece of watermelon, but alas he has puppy hands. Instead, he roots around for some sort of utensil as he replies.

"Excellent. My mother agreed to stay in the hotel by the way. She tried to insist that she's deaf and wouldn't be able to hear anything, of course." His smirk is marred by a grimace as he picks up a piece of paper and looks underneath it with no luck.

"So, what did you set up?" he asks a little distractedly.

[equalsmcsquared]

She hands him napkins without looking, rubbing Honey's ears.

"Thank God for that. And I thought this chapel would be nice, since it's located across from the resort where we're staying. I had my grandmother's dress altered a bit to give me some more room." She looks down at her stomach with a bit of a laugh.

"Is this okay?"

[drgrissom]

"Looks fine to me", he says, giving it a glance. "I don't think I've ever had a 419 there, so that's always a good sign."

He holds up the brochure or whatever after giving in another minute. "Apparently a Marriage Certificate Holder is quite the selling point," he adds with a laugh.

[equalsmcsquared]

"Display it prominently to piss of those who never thought we'd get this far?" She snickers.

[drgrissom]

"We might as well just staple the print-outs of your first sonogram to our foreheads, then. That should get the point across," he says with a wicked smile, letting his hand fall to her belly while leaning over to kiss her cheek lightly.

[equalsmcsquared]

"Holly and Mike will definitely want to see them. And he said they will definitely be there. I told him not to threaten you, but I doubt he'll listen. Want me to email the guys to give a heads up?"

[drgrissom]

"A heads-up that we're getting married, that we're having a baby, or that if they are all going to threaten my life, perhaps it would be the best use of their time to do it in a collective, pack-type of formation?"

[equalsmcsquared]

She snorts. "You know Nicky, Greg, and Rick won't do anything to you. They'd have to deal with me, and they don't like me when I'm pissed off."

Pause.

"Can't speak for Brass or Catherine though."

[drgrissom]

"You mean pregnancy hasn't softened big, bad Sara Sidle yet?" he asks with a laugh, rubbing her stomach once quickly before withdrawing his arm before it gets thwapped.

"Brass won't be angry, he'll just roll his eyes and tell me it's about time. Catherine, however... I'm waffling between wearing a cup, and full body armor."

[equalsmcsquared]

"Call her from the airport when we arrive, give the details, and then we can make a break for the resort. And hey, we'll have an angel with us--Phale & James accepted the invitation--we can always use divine intervention."

[drgrissom]

"I've heard that Phoebe Halliwell is in town. Maybe we can ask for her to cast a spell, as a wedding present," he chuckles.

"Speaking of, did you want, do you want... a wedding party, or anything like that? I could ask your brother, if you wanted, I mean... whatever you want, Sara. I don't mean to come across as if I am not interested in the wedding, I am very much interested in marrying you, as you know by now. Just, tell me what to wear and anything else I should take care of, okay?"

[equalsmcsquared]

"I know, babe. And frankly, this is as girly as I'm going to get. I don't need a wedding party but...well, I guess it'd be nice to have a night out with everyone."

[drgrissom]

"Tell you what? I'll wear a nice suit, you wear your dress, we'll go to the chapel and get married - and have Nicky take pictures, just in case. He's got a good eye, nice composition. I'm sure living subjects won't be too much of a difference. - and we'll rent out a room of the restaurant in the resort, have them do a buffet spread and an open bar."

He pats Honey on the head. "And once every one we know is liquored up on our dime, we'll slip away upstairs," he adds with a wink.

[equalsmcsquared]

"That sounds like a plan. And this little brat will have to behave herself in the kennel while we're gone."