"And Gil,"

"Yes?"

"No dilly dallying." Catherine Willows told her supervisor as she headed out of the lab, a big grin spreading across her face. He looked after her with a matching grin on his, remembering when 'dilly dallying' had become their phrase.

It had been the best day of his life when the three younger members of his team had tricked him into telling Catherine that he loved her. That confession had been followed by six wonderful months during which time he had been accepted into the Willows' family.

Catherine had responded to his confession quickly and had told him not to worry about Lindsey's acceptance of him as everything would be fine, and it had.

He had been drawn into the small family even to the extent where he had taken part in their home baking tradition. At first it had only been tasting the efforts of mother and daughter, then Lindsey had informed him that he was to help her bake and her mother could taste their efforts. The result had been a pleasant day making a chocolate cake with the child. One that had turned out quite well, even though he said so himself.

Each month their relationship had gotten better and better. He had someone he could talk to freely and let down his mask of detachment with, and Catherine had found someone to share her feelings, her worries and her joys. He gave a small smile and then there had been the sex!

Then on the sixth month anniversary of his confession he had proposed to her. "Catherine, I know I dilly dallied long enough before I told you I loved you, but I'm not going to dilly dally now, will you marry me?" He had blurted out one night as they had both put Lindsey to bed.

She had stood at the closed bedroom door completely stunned.

"Well?" he asked.

Suddenly she burst out laughing. "Dilly dallied," she got out between guffaws, "Where do you get your expressions Gil?"

"Damn it Catherine," he spluttered nervous that she might turn him down. "Will you or won't you?"

"I take it you don't want me to dilly dally over my answer." The smiling woman stated.

"Catherine!"

"Of course I'll marry you."

He had grabbed her then and kissed her, holding her tightly, only letting her go when a small voice said, "Does that mean you're going to be my dad?"

Grissom had crouched down and looked into Lindsey's eyes. "If you want me to be?"

Two arms had circled his neck, "Yes please." The girl answered. He had picked her up at her answer and the two adults had put the smiling child back to bed.

Now they were finally getting married. Catherine's parting comment of 'Don't dilly dally.' Was a reminder he had better not show up late at the church that afternoon.

Gil Grissom, supervisor of the Las Vegas forensic Graveshift left his office smiling. By four pm that afternoon Catherine would no longer be Catherine Willows but Mrs. Catherine Grissom and there was going to be no dilly dallying, or maybe that should be plenty of dilly dallying during their two week honeymoon.

The End