takes place either end of season 7 or beginning of season 8(oh yeah this is also my first fic! Reviews are definitely welcome!!)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN C.S.I.! because if did do u really think sara would have left, yeah i think not!

P.S. pretend the whole sara-being-stuck-under-a-car-thing didn't happen!

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It was a normal night for Sara Sidle and Gil Grissom, well Sara thought it was a normal night. Grissom on the other hand was nervous, and either he was very good at hiding it or Sara was too tired from work to notice he was acting different. They had been dating for a little over two years now and Grissom knew that Sara was the only person for him. He also knew he wanted to marry her. He just didn't know how exactly he was going to propose. He knew she wouldn't like it if it was too over the top but he wanted it to be special but at the same time he was terrified she would say no. He didn't know what to do. So he stressed about it while he and Sara got ready for bed. She was unusually quiet and Grissom would have said something if A) he hadn't been stressing over the whole proposal thing and B) if she hadn't fallen asleep in the car on the way home. He knew she was tired and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for as long as possible.

Which is exactly what she did, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Grissom on the other hand sat up in bed and stared at the ring he bought a little over a week ago. He really didn't know what to do and couldn't ask Catherine for help since her and the rest of the guys had no clue they were even a couple much less living together. The one thing he did know was that he was going to do this. He still didn't know how but he wasn't going to back out.

He looked over at Sara sleeping peacefully, she was rolled over on her right side so that her left hand would be on his chest if he were lying down. Then an idea struck him. He took the ring out of the box and carefully slid onto her left ring finger. He then, very quietly, shut the box, placed it back in the draw of his nightstand, turned off the lamp, and slid down to where he was lying next to Sara. He knew when Sara woke up and saw the ring she would understand what he meant by it. He was still afraid she would say no but knew he wanted and needed to do this and now seemed like the perfect time.

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Sara had been so tired when she got home she barely remembered changing before she fell asleep. She could smell coffee and knew Grissom was up and probably making breakfast for the both of them. The afternoon sun shone through their bedroom windows and as Sara started to get up she saw something glisten in the sunlight. She looked down to see what it was and gasped. On her left hand was the most beautiful engagement ring Sara had ever seen. She gasped again when she realized what she just thought. Oh my God! Gil must have slid this on my finger while I was asleep! And there's only one reason why he would do this right? She asked herself. It means he wants to marry you! It answered back in a why-did-you-even-ask-such-a-stupid-question voice. Sara wiped away the tears that were coming down her face. She couldn't believe this was happening. The man who had stolen her heart at that seminar all those years ago wanted her to marry him. She smiled knowing there was only one answer to such a question.