CSI NY imagines and fanfics

Marrying

I was close to having a panic attack. Lindsay was standing in front of me, holding my hands as the stylist put the finishing touches on my hair.

"Cat, we've been over this a million times. You walk down the isle, say your vows, say I do, kiss him and then you're married. Easy as pie."

"Easy for you to say..." I mumbled, bouncing a little on the balls of my feet. I was waiting to get changed into the dress, a gorgeous, flowing off the shoulders gown of silk and tulle. Lindsay helped me pick it out. I chewed at the inside of my mouth nervously.

Don came in a few minutes later to see how I was. "Hey, Cat, how are you?"

I have a stressed laugh and replied, "I've been better but this is the biggest day of my life."

Pulling me into a hug, I wrapped my arms around the tall detective's stomach. He was like a big brother to me, and since my dad passed when I was younger, he would be walking me down the isle. Danny was best man, and the rest of the men on the team would be there, too.

Walking back out for a little so I could change, Don gave me another quick hug and a reassuring smile. I smiled back.

"Alright, Cat, ready to change?" Stella questioned. She was standing in front of the mannequin with my stunning gown, undoing the back to take it off.

Stripping down to my underwear and bra, Lindsay and Stella helped me into the dress, zipped it up, and adjusted it so it sit the way it was supposed to on my body. Slipping my heels on, I signed and thought, "here we go, this is it."

Flack came back in and handed me my bouquet. I graciously accepted, and we made small talk until I heard the music start. "You got this."

The doors opened, and Flack and I started the slow walk down the isle to the altar, where Mac and my coworkers were waiting.

Looking up at Mac, I saw his eyes were glistening. He was crying. One of his hands went up to his mouth, and then he ran both through his hair. I smiled, and got one in return.

After what felt like ages, we were at the front of the church, in front of the altar. Flack handed me off to Mac, and the ceremony officially began.

"Do you, McKenna Llewellyn Taylor, take Catherine Genevieve Martin, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," my beau said, slipping the ring onto my finger. I smiled.

"Do you, Catherine Genevieve Martin, take McKenna Llewellyn Taylor, as your lawfully wedded husband?"

With a nod, I said, "I do." Slipping the ring onto his finger, we took each other's hands and waited for the priest to say it.

"It is at this time that I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

As the crowd erupted in cheers and clapping, Mac leaned in and our lips let in a sweet, endearing kiss. When it ended, we turned to our family and friends, and with a smile, made our way back down the isle and to the car waiting to take us to the airport for our honeymoon.