I hold no rights to anything CSI except to look upon them lovingly each Thursday night.

No Beta, so all mistakes are my own.

A/N OK, this is my slightly twisted idea of how to get myself on the show. Yes sadly I'm an actor as well as a writer, but a dreamer most of all. I would play Gwen.

Family, Like it or Not

Gil carried Sammy down the hall toward the break room, followed closely by Gwen, and Sara. As they neared the break room, they heard voices; the entire team hanging on Jim's every word. Not that Jim knew much, after all, he'd left them their privacy in Grissom's office.

"Come on Brass, you gotta have more than that." Nick said as he refilled his coffee cup, his back to the door as Grissom entered with Sammy, Gwen and Sara.

"Not really Nick, Jim knows when someone needs their privacy to be respected." Nick turned so quickly at Grissom's voice that he nearly dropped his coffee. "But now that the details have been discussed, I'd like to introduce you all to my sister, Gwen and her son Sammy." "Unca PA!" Sammy announced when he heard his name. Everyone laughed and exchanged greetings.

"So," Greg started after the introductions died down "when do we get to meet Sammy's dad?" Gil and Sara froze, not knowing how Gwen would handle the abruptness of her new found 'family'.

"Actually Greg, I'm on my own with Sammy. His father was a marine who died in Iraq before I even had my first wave of morning sickness."

"Nice Greg." Warrick said softly, elbowing Greg in the ribs.

In her nicest voice Catherine said, "Don't pay any attention to Greg; he likes having his foot in his mouth."

"Don't worry about it Greg, to tell you the truth, I barely knew him myself."

"OK, now that the family is all finally together," Brass announced with a grin, "I'm taking everyone out to breakfast!"

As they left, Gil put his arm around Sara and smiled, "Not a bad little group are we?"

Sara looked up at him and returned his smile, "Little?"

Brass offered to drive Gwen and Sammy to the diner since she was not familiar with Vegas, and hadn't yet rented a car. "So, how is it that Sammy here hasn't dropped over with exhaustion? It took me years to get used to being up nights."

"Oh, well, our schedule is really messed up. See, we're actually from New Jersey, so the time difference coupled with the flight and the excitement, who knows when he'll finally come down."

Brass all but slacked jawed said, "You're from Jersey? I never would've guessed! You don't have the accent. I'm from Newark originally."

"Well, that explains it. Newark is more a suburb of New York than a part of New Jersey." Gwen said with a playful grin. "Sammy and I hail from SOUTH Jersey, Swedesboro actually."

"Makes sense, Swedesboro is more a suburb of Philadelphia, than part of New Jersey."

At that they arrived at the diner and got out of the car laughing loudly. This drew the attention of the rest of the team, who Gwen and Brass caught gaping at them.

"WHAT?" Brass asked as he, Gwen and Sammy joined the group in front of the diner.

"That must've been one funny joke." Nick said as he clapped Brass on the back and moved to open the door for the ladies.

"We were poking fun at each others homeland." "England?" "Ireland?" "Germany?" Were guesses from the group. They both replied, "Jersey." And with that they all entered the diner laughing.

As they went through their normal routine getting ready for bed Sara broke the silence, "You know Gil, I think we should have Gwen and Sammy stay here in the guest room until she decides what they're going to do. It's silly for them to stay in a hotel. Plus, it'll give you a chance to get to know each other better."

"I think you just like having Sammy around to play with," Grissom said to her with a sideways smile, "but it's a good idea. I'll give her a call now."

Grissom retrieved the slip of paper containing Gwen's hotel information, picked up the phone and dialed. After punching in the room number in response to the voice prompt Gil's face went white. "Jim?" Sara stopped what she was doing and looked at Grissom.

"Jim is Gwen ok? Yeah, I guess. Can I speak to her please? Hey, listen, Sara and I think you and Sammy should stay here with us. No, we've got plenty of room and Dexter would love the company. Oh he's our Boxer, he's harmless. Ok, sure, yeah Jim knows the address. Ok we'll get everything ready. Bye." Gil hung up the phone, "Jim will bring them over in about half an hour, Sammy's in the tub."

As Sara crossed out of their room to prepare the guest room for Gwen and Sammy, Gil had a sudden outburst, "I think Brass has a thing for my sister!" Sara poked her head back in the door and flashing her trademark smile said, "Maybe your sister has a thing for Brass!!" And with that she was gone leaving Grissom to ponder the days events.