Will Graham and you had both accidentally proposed to eachother while being on vacation once you had time off together. It all turned into laugh and a fluster of words, almost like the two of you had fallen in love all over again. You were both pink faced and mumbling your words as you tried to make sense of what you were even saying.

When the two of you exchanged rings, you couldn't deny how good it looked while he had that silver band around around his finger; it wasn't as nice as the one he got you... But he told you he loved it as he took you by the waist and pressed his lips against yours.

You and your friends have been shopping for a wedding dress/suit for some time, finally picking out an expensive white outfit that barely fit in your price range. Truthfully, your friends had to give you a bit of extra cash to have it tailored to perfection. You had to look perfect for your husband.

Husband. It still seemed unbelievable to say, or even think. Will Graham was going to be your husband. The same private investigator who worked with Hannibal Lecter and Jack Crawford. Will Graham.

Now as the two of you had been getting ready in separate rooms, one of your friends working on your hair while the other touched up your makeup. You admired yourself in the mirror once they finished up and you began to hear the music. The ceremony had started.

You made your way out and saw will standing at the wedding altar with finicky hands, playing with the ring you got for him. After your niece walked down as the flower girl you walked up after her. Your figure immediately caught Will's gaze causing him to visually shift.

As you got up and stood in front of him he smiled, taking one of your hands in his and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "You look-" He paused. "You look beautiful..." He'd whisper.