By the time Grissom and Sara had made it to the parking lot, Sara had mastered the pregnancy 'waddle' that befalls most pregnant women.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To eat." He replied and held open the car door for her with a smile.

"Griss, I really am tired. I'd much rather go home and rest. I promise I won't take this off."

"No. We eat first and then we rest." She knew she wasn't going to win this argument.

"Where are we going to eat?"

"It's a small place, the same one our couple went to."

"Great; do you have an itinerary?" She asked.

"Sure, but we're here." He handed her the paper she wanted and parked the car before she could really look at it. She looked up.

"Denny's?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Denny's." He left the car and came around to help her out.

"I'm still mad at you." She said when he opened her door.

"I know, that's why this is my treat." He smiled and held out his hand. Sara withheld any further comment and enjoyed his gentle nature. First, he held her hand and when they approached the door, he moved his hand to her lower back. The one place only he seemed to touch. Most of the other guys she knows used her mid to upper back.

"My back is starting to hurt." She mumbled angrily. He checked his watch and then called Catherine after they had been seated.

"Willows."

"One hour for the back comment. Who wins…oww!"

"Did she just hit you?"

"Sort of. Who won?"

"You did. What does 'sort of' mean?"

"She hit me with a fork. It's not funny, Catherine."

"You were betting on me?" Sara demanded angrily and tried to get up. Her added weight prevented a speedy exit however. Gil hung up on Catherine and grabbed her wrist.

"Please stay. I'm sorry; it was an easy bet. I just won one hundred dollars."

"I just figured out how you can make it up to me." She sat back in her seat. If he was going to be honest with himself, her sudden calmness was scaring the crap out of him. This wasn't going to be pleasant by any means.

"H-h-how?" He stammered.

"You have to wear this thing for twenty-four hours straight and that includes working a scene. If I get public exposure, then so do you." He audibly gulped.

"Wh-wh-when?" She smiled wickedly.

"The same day you give your lecture; midnight to midnight." He paled.

"I'm not hungry; please take me home." She asked.

"Please reconsider the day. I'll do anything if you change the day." He pleaded with her.

"I'll think about it and let you know when I get to take this off. I'm really, tired, sore, and irritated. Can I shower with this thing?" She changed the subject for now. She already knew what her alternative consequences were, but this was not the place to have that discussion.

"No, you can't, but I'll help you with that though, trust me." Grissom left a few dollars on the table even thought they hadn't ordered anything and led her out to the car once again.

Neither one knew that they were being watched since they had left the lab. By the looks of things, Sara had either forgiven him or plotted her revenge. She was still allowing him to touch her needlessly and help her in and out of the car. Brass' phone rang through the silence of the car he had been sitting in for an hour.

"Brass."

"Hey, it's Nick. How's it going?"

"She's in control. She hit him with a fork while he was on the phone. When they left, she had an evil smile on her face masked with gratitude."

"She's definitely got him by the cajones right now."

"They're headed for her place. I'll keep you updated." Brass hung up and continued to discretely tail them. They were only in her place for ten minutes or so when they emerged again. He noticed Grissom carrying an overnight bag, and Brass was intrigued by this since they didn't go inside with one. He followed them to Grissom's place and updated the team before going home.

Grissom opened the door of his townhouse and pulled on Sara's hand to get her inside. They both had the same thought, what a perfect fit! He led her through his home and stopped in front of a bedroom.

"Here is the guest room. Get some rest; you can shower later. Don't take that off either."

"I won't and thank you." He nodded and started to walk away when she grabbed on to his sleeve.

"I did decide on an alternative though. Either you kiss me like you mean it or add another twenty-four hours to your punishment." Grissom raised his eyebrow and steeped into her personal space.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked almost silently. She held back her moan at the tone of his voice.

"Yes, what is your choice?" He said nothing; he just cradled her face and kissed her. She wasted no time in reciprocating. When they broke for air, they discovered that they were horizontal on the bed. Neither could remember moving their feet.

"Wow." She gasped out.

"Yes, 'wow' certainly applies." He agreed.

"You're very good at that." She complimented him.

"You too." He agreed again while he was still laying half on top of her. The pseudo belly was preventing him from being where he wanted to be. It was also a good thing so she didn't know what the lower half of his body was urging him to do.

"Can we do that again?" She asked hopefully and he smiled.

"Not today…Sara, am I too late?" She smiled and tightened her grip on his shoulders.

"Never." He was relieved to hear that and smiled at her. He moved to lie next to her and they stay as such, just holding each other. A few minutes later, Grissom rolled off the bed to his feet.

"Come on, my bed is much more comfortable than this one is. It will help your back" He pulled her to her feet. She had always been curious about his bedroom. The warm, cozy feeling it radiated surprised her. His bedroom had dark blue walls that had paintings decorating them instead of bugs. His furniture was a dark cherry and the king size bed looked inviting. He had a blue plaid sheet set and matching comforter. She laughed at that.

"What?"

"I have the exact same sheets in light blue."

"King?"

"No, queen. A king wouldn't fit in my bedroom; otherwise I would have gotten it." He nodded understandingly.

"Do you need a T-shirt?" He offered, knowing that his were larger around the middle than hers were. She nodded and he handed her one. He disappeared into the bathroom to change his clothes. Sara changed her pants first because she knew she still had he tank top on. She was changing out of the maternity shirt and into his when he came back. She pulled the shirt over the belly and looked at him.

"This thing really does weigh a ton, you know."

"So you've said; you look good though. Lay down, we'll rest for a few hours and then we're going out again." He did it again, just like at the hockey rink! Throw a compliment out there and then act as though it had never happened. Sometimes, that man is so sweet and frustrating at the same time. At least this time I know he means it. Sara thought as she joined him on the bed. She faced him and closed her eyes until she heard his breathing even out, then she gazed at him and how much more relaxed he looked when he was asleep. She knew she wouldn't sleep due to the fact that she was a stomach sleeper, so she took comfort in watching him sleep, being in his bed and wearing some of his clothes.

Grissom woke a few hours later to see Sara's brow eyes staring at him.

"Didn't you sleep?"

"No; this thing cramps my style. I rested though."

"My bed not comfy enough?" He tried not to sound hurt.

"No, it's not that. I'm a back or stomach sleeper and I couldn't get comfortable with this thing on; that's all. I'm fine and except for my back, I'm perfectly rested. She smiled and touched his cheek to reassure him.

"Back still hurts, huh? How about a ten minute shower break?"

"God, yes! Take this thing off." They both climbed out of bed and Sara picked up her clean clothes. He made sure she had everything she needed before taking off the belly.

"Ten minutes and I'm coming in, so you'd better be dressed if you don't want me to see anything." He handed her an egg timer. She adjusted the water and then allowed him to remove it. She set the timer and didn't waste any time in getting cleaned up. She finished getting her clothes on with thirty seconds to spare. Grissom entered the room while knocking on the door and pulled her out into the bedroom.

Sara was being weighed down once again, only this time, he deliberately touched her and kissed her neck from behind. When he reached around her front for the straps that hold it in place, Sara dropped her head back on his shoulder simply because she could.

"Sara, I would love nothing more than to continue this, but we need to go." She pouted.

"Where are you taking me now?"

"We're going out. You'll see." He tugged on her hand, grateful that she had forgotten about the itinerary.

When she saw where they were going, she got angry all over again and not even Grissom holding her hand eased her mood. He practically had to drag her in.

"Grissom! I hate the mall. That's what the internet is for." She complained.

"I don't like this anymore than you do, but this is what our couple did that day. Quit being a baby." She stopped complaining and trying to escape, but he knew she was still angry. It was one thing to be there when you actually had a reason, but they were there for a re-enactment; nothing more.

Grissom was deliberately pushing her buttons for the whole time they were walking through the mall. She'd finally had enough.

"Just leave me alone!" She shoved him hard enough to make him stumble back a few steps and she stalked off as fast as she could. It was easy to catch up to her.

"Sara, thank you. Experiment is over, let's get out of here." He pulled her willingly toward the car. He drove them straight back to his place.

"Ready to take this off?"

"Yes." He took her into his bedroom, explaining the results. The victim was found near the fountain and when the suspect had shoved him, he must have slipped on some water. He stripped off the maternity shirt and she pulled his face down to hers.

Once the kiss broke, he removed the maternity belly then set the alarm clock. He wanted to make sure she was truly ready before allowing anything further to happen, so he asked her a question.

"Are you sure this isn't too soon?"

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A/N: Well, what do you think? You're probably all thinking the same thing that I am. :)

I did my part, now you do yours. :)

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