I have been VERY bummed out because of rumors that they are breaking up Gil and Sara but then the little man that lives in my head turned on the light. I mean that's why its called FAN FICTION so we can use our imagination. So to my readers - no matter how things turn out as for my stories Sara will always be his wife - friend and lover and Gil will always be hers.

Gil and Sara are at the point in their lives where most people would like to be. They have achieved every goal they had set for themselves, are financially stable and both are doing the type of work they love most.

They had gotten married after Gil left CSI and went to her in Costa Rica. After Costa Rica Gil went to France for a while and Sara went back to Vegas. From France he went to Peru. While he was there a professorship opened at WLVU and he gladly took it, he was home now but more important he was back with Sara.

"I love you being home," Sara told him as she snuggled close to him.

Gil smiled, "I know what you mean. It's so nice to have you in my arms."

Sara's hand slowly made its way to his manhood, "Being able to do this whenever we want is nice too."

Gil let out a soft moan, "Mmmmmm."

Gil pulled her to a kiss, he went to her neck and nuzzled it as his hands found her breasts.

Soft moans encouraged him to explore other parts of her body.

Without releasing her nipples from his mouth his hands crept down to her womanhood.

His fingers danced around her love button and in and out of her opening.

Sara started to moan deeply, raising her hips as shock waves of pleasure electrified her body.

He sensed her need for release, he moved between her legs, his tongue attacked her button as he pumped his fingers in her opening.

She cried out his name. He felt the explosion in his mouth and swallowed quickly...not wanting to lose one drop.

Satisfied that he had caught all of it, he slowly pulled away from her. In one fluid motion, he was behind her, she raised a leg so he could get inside of her. He reached his arm around her and rubbed her nipples between his finger and thumb.

His need for her was overpowering, he pulled back, and lunged into her again, and again.

His face was flushed and his breathing heavy and erratic. His body clench and began to shake as he exploded inside of her.

Sweat covered both of them, he lay with his arms wrapped around her until his strength returned.

She turned so she was facing him, then cuddled close to him as their breathing slowed and their pulses had returned to normal.

He smiled as he kissed the top of her head, "So much better then being so far away from you."

Sara would be off the next day and Gil had called in a favor so he too would be off, there was something he wanted to talk to her about and he didn't want to be rushed.

The next morning after they ate Gil said, "Can we take our coffee into the living room? It's more comfortable in there and there is something I have been meaning to talk to you about."

Sara giggled, "I thought as much. You hardly ever take extra time off."

Both refilled their cups and headed for the sofa.

"I have been thinking about something," he started, "I have everything I have always wanted except one thing. A child."

Sara was in shock, she never expected anything like that.

"A baby?" she said.

Gil smiled, "Not a baby, a child. At my age there is no way I would want a baby. For its own good, I mean….can you see me bringing a child into kindergarten at MY age, heaven they would think I was it's grandfather."

Gil laughed. There were plenty of older parents out there and if that was what they wanted them God bless them, it just was not something that he wanted for himself. [EDITORS NOTE: I have nothing against older parents, I happen to be one myself. I had a little one when I was older. I am now in my 60's and my little surprise is almost 20. So to all the older parents, believe me when I say I have nothing against you]

Sara looked at him, "Explain please."

Gil took her hand, "Foster children or perhaps adoption. You know better then any one how hard it is to place an older child."

"I do," she said, "You know that may not be such a bad idea. I think we could do a lot of good for some child."

They both agreed that Gil would do some research and then set up an appointment to talk to someone.

"Now," Sara said, "That I have the rest of the day off, how about you and I take that ride."

"What ride?" Gil asked.

Sara laughed, "The one you have been trying so hard not to tell me about. Out to look at that house you have had your eye on for the past three months."

Gil just smiled. The same day he had decided that fostering or adopting a child would be a good idea was the same day he had started looking at houses. He knew that their condo in the city would not be a good place to have children, especially if they planned on more then one.

"I've found three," he said, kissing her cheek then picking up the car keys, "Shall we?"