Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. If I did Sara and Grissom would still be on the show.

Sara had never thought her life would turn out this way. She was used to expecting the worst and was good at it. But a certain Gil Grissom had changed that and she couldn't be happier.

"Sara!" a voice called jolting her out of her daze.

"What?" she looked up to find a very flustered Greg Sanders staring at her. She gave him a questioning look and he sighed exasperated.

"I've been calling your name for, like, thirty minutes!"

"Thirty minutes? I highly doubt that." She said "I've only been in the break room for about ten. And before that I was in trace checking with Hodges about my vic's boots."

"Ok you got me. Now could you come please?" the young CSI practically begged.

Sara looked at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Just come ok? And close your eyes."

"Uh Greg? I just sat down after being on my feet all day I kinda want to rest a bit."

"Please? For me?" begging this time.

"Fine, fine but you owe me." Sara said.

Greg held out his hand to help her up. But she ignored it saying "I don't need help yet, when I do I'll ask for it."

"But Sara. . ."

"Don't 'But Sara' me. Being six months pregnant does not hinder me in any way what-so-ever."

Greg just rolled his eyes and gestured for her to follow him. He led her to Grissom's office and told her to wait there.

"What's going on Greg?" she asked impatiently.

"Just wait there!" he said over his shoulder as he practically ran out of the room.

"GREG!" Sara shouted to no avail. She sighed and decided that in all the places he could have left here this was probably the best place. At least there was a couch in here.

She leaned back on the couch to finish her thoughts from before Greg had so rudely interrupted her.

Now where was I? Ah yes Gil Grissom. She smiled slightly as she remembered her co-workers faces when each of them had found out about the two of them.

A/N: ok I would like to know what yall thought of my very first fan fic. Please be nice seeing as you know its my first.