A/N: A HUGE thanks to Grace, my lovely beta (who I absolutely adore), for the super quick response back time!

A/N2: I took the words of the actual geek proposal (which I did love, since it was such a Grissom way to propose) and decided to take a different approach for the fun of it. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I, in no way, claim to own CSI.

The sun was shining brightly; a cool breeze was gently blowing. It was the perfect day to take in a game of America's favorite pastime. Baseball.

Grissom's love of the sport had rubbed off on Sara during some point of their relationship, and now she would happily accompany him to as many home games as they could manage to see with their schedules. His attention shifted from the field to his companion as he watched her get caught up in the excitement of the game, gnawing nervously on her lips. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a shirt sporting the logo of the home team.

On her head sat a brand-new baseball cap, which he had purchased earlier for her since she had forgotten hers at home and he didn't want the sun to burn her. With her hair pulled through the cap in a ponytail, she looked cute, and he didn't think he had ever been more in love.

Absently, she brought a handful of caramel-flavored popcorn and peanuts to her lips to eat. When she turned her head slightly, she caught him staring at her, and the corners of her lips rose in a quick grin. "You know the game's out there," she whispered, leaning closer to him so that he could feel her warm breath against his skin, as she pointed outward to the field.

He gave her a smile in return before re-directing his attention back to the game as she did the same.

Moments later, Sara passed him the box of Cracker Jacks to share. "Here, you can have the rest," she offered, without taking her eyes off the action on the field.

The score was five to three with the opposing team in the lead and still at bat. He munched on some of the sweet, crunchy treat while watching the game unfold. The box was nearly empty when he found it –the coveted Cracker Jack prize, available in every box since 1912. This time it was a ring, pink and plastic with a butterfly perched on top.

In the peripheral part of his mind, he could hear Sara yelling, "That was so a foul!" before she turned her head to face him. "Did you just see that…?" she questioned, breaking him from his reverie, but trailed off when she noticed what he held. "Aw, you found the prize, honey. I think pink suits you," she teased, her lips quirked upwards in a smile.

"You know, maybe we should get married." The words slipped out of his mouth before he realized it. He hadn't planned on saying that, at least not without flowers, champagne, a real ring, and all the basic necessities of a proper engagement proposal. But, in that moment, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and all that 'other stuff' didn't really matter.

The crowd let out a loud cheer, momentarily distracting her.

"So, uh… what do you think, you know, about…" He stumbled a bit over the words.

"Yes. Let's do it," she whispered. Her whole face lit up in a smile that he had fallen in love with so many years ago.

He knew his face pictured hers perfectly as he placed the ring on her left pinkie finger (the only one it would fit on) with a boyish grin. "Yeah?"

They leaned forward to kiss, only to be hindered by their baseball caps bumping.

They drew back smiling, and she took off his baseball cap as he removed hers. They shared a kiss –their first as an engaged couple –as the crowd around them cheered wildly and the bees buzzed on. The home team had won… in more than one way.