I'm only semi-back for now. I was gone because I kinda lost my will to write, I got engaged and found out we're having a bebe, and I got the hell out of IL. I decided that, since PMs and polls show you still kinda like me, I'd go ahead and do something.

Shorter than a midget it may be, but it's still getting posted. I have more written, but to do the entire sequel (that word means go read the first) in a one-shot would be like shoving a knife in a toaster- just not smart.

Thanks, TDCSI and Amber. Rosie... me wuvs you.

It had been a while since the Grissom home had had the intense pleasure of being completely destroyed at the little hands of Trent. Actually, it had been just over two years.

The work emergency that his mother had gone rushing back to had turned out to be quite the work travesty, so visits back to Uncle Nicky weren't really on the list of foreseeable things for Trent. But…

Grissom really wanted a child.

Like, really wanted a child.

And he hadn't shut the hell up about it since Trent had left. Once Sara's plan had failed and he'd gotten it into his head that two would be just so much more fun than one, she knew she had to try again to show him that kids were out of the question for them… though the thought of children may have crossed her mind on an occasion or two… or five.

With a phone call to Nick, her plan was underway.

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Once again, work had proven to be a ridiculous affair. Phasing out Ecklie's nagging comments had really been no big thing, but when Catherine just would not shut up about how unfair it was that Sara got the night off and she hadn't, Grissom had had enough.

When he told her that Sara got the night off because Sara's 'Complaint Mode' at least had an off switch, his apology was just as instantaneous as the movement that had the specimen jar being flung at his head.

When Catherine told him that Sara was going to get her wish of no children because she was going to castrate him the next time he ever so much as thought of making a comment like that again, he apologized twice more and decided that home was definitely where he needed to be right then.

After a phone call to Sara caused some pit stops on his way home for some… weird items, Grissom finally pulled into their driveway, more than ready to head off to sleep. Killing the engine, he got out and grabbed everything from the back before heading to the house.

Walking in, he slipped off his shoes as he dropped his jacket and briefcase before he headed down the small hallway towards the living room. Struggling a bit with the other bags he carried, he slowed his pace when he heard Sara giggling.

'What the hell?' he thought.

He heard her say, "You like that, huh?"

Then came a familiar man's voice. "I think they both do."

Both?

As in way more than that guy?

Jesus, Sara!

Dropping the bags where he had stopped to listen, he stepped into the living room, yelling, "What the hell, Sara?!"

Nick shot up from his seat on the couch, swearing about the scalding hot coffee Grissom had just caused him to spill on himself. This scared Bruno, causing him to bark and take off running. That scared the heck out of a child, obviously Trent by the looks of him, who had been sitting on Sara's lap, feeding ice cream to Bruno out of his bowl. Now Trent was crying, thinking he had done something wrong.

"Gil, what is wrong with you?!" Sara yelled, standing up and passing Trent to Nick.

Seeing who she was talking to, and knowing that everything was taken heavily out of context, Grissom immediately began tripping over his apologetic words. "I… the- uh… you know, it… I- what?"

"Dumbass," she muttered and walked him into the kitchen to get Nick a wet rag.

Pointing over his shoulder into the living room, he asked what was going on.

"How was work?" she asked, obviously not wanting to have the conversation while Nick was still around.

"No. No, no, no. Sara, why are Nick and Trent in our living room?"

"Probably because someone is still on a paternal trip-out," she said. "I'm not sure what about 'I don't want kids' is so hard to understand, but you really just don't get it."

"I want kids," he said with a shrug. "Why is that so hard to get?"

"It isn't. I do get it, but now that Trent is a couple of years older, maybe you really will get my point this time. Sure as heck didn't last time. I mean, trying to feed Bruno my birth control, Gil?"

An understanding look slowly found its way to his face. "Wait…"

"Welcome home, Grissom. Your son's back," she smirked.

So the title... Kinda stole it from 'If You Give a Mouse a Cookie,' because it semi makes sense. Or it will. Maybe. Anyway, the rest is more entertaining; this was just the starting point. Kinda get-the-feel-of-it-again sort of thing.

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