Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or Gil or Sara; durr…
A sight no one ever thought would happen; Gil Grissom sat in a glider beside the fire with a small bundle in his arm. Reading softly he gently moved the chair back and forth. Looking down at the tiny infant in his arms, he smiled; at two months Elizabeth Leilani Grissom was showing signs that she was all Daddy's Girl. She was, however, a fighter just like her mom and sleeping was not her favourite activity. Grissom and Sara had both learnt early on that the way to get their "little Angel" to sleep was reading to her. Lifting her tiny arms up to stretch she gave a silent yawn as her eyes fluttered open.
"Hi Baby Girl," Grissom whispered as her deep blue eyes stared back at his own. Her eyes were starting to tear up and her face was scrunching, a sure sign that a fit was about to begin. Getting up quickly he bounced her gently on his shoulder, making his way to the living room. "Let's let Mama sleep just a little bit longer," he proposed. As if to comply too his whishes, Elisabeth took a deep breath and Grissom felt her relax once again. Walking into the living room, the glowing lights of the Christmas tree came on as Grissom flipped the switch to ON. Elisabeth had been mesmerized with the Christmas lights since they had first put them up a week ago. They soon realized she had added another "cry" to her list; hungry, sleepy, bored, needed changed, wanted attention, and now when she wanted to see the lights. Cradling the baby softly in his arms, Grissom walked around the Christmas tree pointing out different ornaments and softly telling the story behind each one.
"This one," he pointed to a butterfly made out of a clothes pin and tissue paper, "is from Lindsey from when she was five or six. And this one," he said pointing to a crystal plumeria, "is the one I gave your mom when we found out about you."
"Gil?" asked a sleeping voice. Gil turned around to see a half asleep Sara slumped against the door post.
"Did we wake you?"
"Indirectly," she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his side. "I was looking for this little one," she said pulling back the blankets around her little daughter.
"We were reading in the study," he told her.
"She's not even six months yet and you're already keeping her up till all hours reading," she chided him with a teasing voice. "What's going to happen when she starts reading on her own?"
"So, that wasn't you I had to take the book off of a couple of nights ago because you…"
"Okay, okay," she said with a small laugh, "you win. Look, she's asleep."
"Maybe you're right, maybe these lights are magic."
"Come on, let's go to bed," Gil said leading them up the stairs. Laying their daughter down to sleep, Sara gently pulled the blanket up around her.
"Goodnight, Little Bess."
"Merry Christmas, Baby Girl," Gil said stroking his daughter cheek.