Call Me Gilbert

Gil and Sara have a chat. Find out the origin of when Sara said "Hello Gilbert".

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Gil flopped onto his side of the bed. Both he and Sara were breathing hard. Once again, they were in the middle of making sweet love and once again, the phone had rung. Gil picked it up.

"What?" He said annoyed. It was Catherine. She had called to remind him that the annual reports were due in two weeks and she wasn't doing them for him this year. She was going to Aruba with Lindsey for the next two weeks and would not be disturbed. "Fine, I'm almost done with them. I'll see you in two weeks." He hung up the phone and looked over to Sara she was smiling. "What? I don't like being interrupted." She laughed.

"I hadn't notice. Grissom this has got to be the what fifteenth time we've been interrupted-"

"Sixteenth" Grissom corrected.

"Sixteenth time we've been interrupted during sex. I'm almost expecting it now. Relax, I don't mind." Sara explained. She always made Gil feel better, even when she didn't say anything. She was like a drug. Once he had her, she made him feel good and then he couldn't get enough of her. He leaned in to kiss her and pulled her closer. He got back on top and began to caress her. She groaned as he stuck his tongue in her mouth. He leaned down and gently sucked her neck.

"Oh Grissom." She said. Gil paused for a moment, thinking.

"Call me Gil." He said. She nodded and they continued.

"Oh Gil!" She yelled. He had hit her spot. Grissom felt uncomfortable once again. He couldn't understand it. Sara started to sit up. Gil stopped her.

"Call me… Gilbert." He said and tried to continue. But Sara was confused. She sat up and held Gil in his place.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I like it." He answered.

"No one calls you Gilbert; no one but your family." Sara protested. Gil sat back.

"I know. But that's why I want you to call me it. It's special. You're special." He said with a child-like smile. Sara was still confused, but she liked it.

"So you let your lover call you Gilbert and your aunt Agnes too?" She asked. Gil chuckled.

"No. Aunt Agnes calls me Bert and I hate that name." He said. Gil looked down, thinking. He puckered his lips ever so slightly. She loved it when he did that. He seemed so young.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked him. He looked up at her with big eyes.

"I never learned your middle name." He asked. Sara smiled.

"Beth." She replied.

"Elizabeth, Bethany, Beth what?" He asked.

"Just Beth. Sara Beth Sidle." She said. He smiled at her. "What are you smiling at?"

"You; you're so beautiful." He replied. He was such a smart man, but sometimes his thought patterns confused Sara. But this time Sara would ask no more. She would enjoy her boyfriend's compliment. Just enjoy it.

"Thank you, Gilbert." Sara said. Then she slipped back into her man's arms and proceeded to call him Gilbert.