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

I have to give thanks to Peggy who keeps my writing on the up and up. She's my proofreader, my editor, and my friend.

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. Please, R&R!

Family, Like It or Not

Chapter 52

By the time Gil got the dogs back in the house, it was dark except for the upstairs hall light. Sara had finished whatever it was she was doing and gone ahead to bed. Gil checked all the doors and set the alarm. He padded quietly upstairs peeking in on both the kids. Isabella was already asleep with her bat house at the foot of her bed. Isabella probably wanted to sleep with it. Hogie was asleep, too. He'd fallen asleep reading his favorite bedtime story, "Before I Go to Sleep"; he was so much like his mother. Gil leaned into the room and clicked off the bedside lamp. When he reached his own room, the door was open only slightly and was strangely lit.

Gil slowly pushed open the door. "Honey?" He spoke quietly in the event Sara was asleep.

She stood in silhouette by his dresser. "Dance with me?" Sara clicked on the small CD player and the music started to play just softly enough to hear. She started to move toward him.

Gil closed the door behind him and started toward her. "You're not going to wear that ugly robe are you?"

"I thought I'd take it off." She slipped the robe off her shoulders and stepped naked into his arms.

As they danced to the instrumental music, Sara slowly helped divest Gil of his clothes. She loosened his dress shirt, lifted it over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She slowly undid the button of his pants, and they puddled around his ankles allowing Gil to kick them to the side. Lastly, she dipped her slender fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slowly lowered them until they joined Gil's pants somewhere in the corner.

They continued dancing, naked, in the dim light from the candles Sara had lit and placed around their room. They danced and they kissed. Gil guided Sara slowly from one candle to another blowing each one out along the way until they danced in the dark. Their dancing slowed until they were barely moving. Gil moved them toward their bed. When he reached it, he lay her down like a queen. Her head was propped on the pillow; her hair was splayed over it. The dim light of the candles made her skin radiant. He lay beside her and kissed her. Soft kisses, in all of her favorite places. Gil started with her forehead and moved onto the spot just in front of her ear. Then he kissed her neck and the soft skin just above her breasts. Sara laid still and allowed him to worship her. His hands moved gently over her body, her shoulders, and down her arms stopping at her breasts. He stroked them lightly bringing goose bumps to the surface. Gil continued his exploration of her body. He slid his hand over her abdomen, to her hips, and down her thighs. That's what it felt like when he touched her, like worship. It made her skin tingle and ignited a fire in her very core. They made love slowly, relishing in the feel of each other. They fell asleep with arms and legs entwined.


Gil was already waking up when he heard the small voice.

"I wouldn't do that Hogie." Isabella was careful to whisper.

"Woo Hoo!" Hogie called out as he leaped off the armchair.

Gil and Sara were fully awake now that Hogie had attempted and successfully landed a 'superfly' off the armchair into the middle of their bed. Neither adult could bear to scold their son. After all, it was Saturday morning in the Grissom house. That meant tickle fights and cartoons in Mommy and Daddy's bed until it was time to get ready for brunch with the Brasses. However, this Saturday morning, unbeknownst to Hogie and Isabella, their parents had forgotten how they had ended their Friday evening. Well, not ALL of their Friday evening, just the 'we'll be naked in bed when the kids come in here in the morning if we don't get up and put something on' part of their Friday evening.

"Hogie," Gil started. "Why don't you go and get the newspaper; and Isabella grab your favorite books so Mom and I can go to the bathroom?"

"OK, Dad!" They both yelled together and took off out of the room

As their bedroom door closed behind the kids, Sara and Gil shot out of bed and into the bathroom. They were both finished and attired before the kids returned.


After a fun morning of tickling, coloring, crossword puzzling and cartoon watching, the Grissoms were starved and ready for their weekly brunch with the Brasses. They met at the Main St. Buffet, their usual place, and sat at their usual spot. They even had their usual busboy. It was a serve yourself kind of place, and these two families had it down to a science. While Jim and Gil sat with the kids, the mommies would first get drinks for the kids. Then, while the daddies passed out drinks, Sara and Gwen would go and fill up a few plates with scrambled eggs, waffles, pancakes, hash browns, and ham. Then, while the mommies divvied up the food among the kids, Gil and Jim got their food and drinks. When the daddies finally returned and started to eat, Gwen and Sara went to get their food. While this seemed unfair to many who knew the process, it worked well and Gwen and Sara usually got to take their time making their own selections. Sammy decided that the next time they came to brunch he would get his own plate.

"I think that's a good idea, Sammy." Gwen thought of how much less the plates she'd have to carry would be if they didn't have food for Sammy. "Just as long as you promise to make good choices. I don't want your Saturday brunch to consist of three different kinds of cake and a selection of cookies."

Sara winked at Gwen. "I can't imagine where he gets that sweet tooth."

"Me, either." Jim added his thoughts to the conversation.

"Oh, Jim. You know full well if the entire world's food consisted of nothing but chocolate pudding, and peanut M&M's you'd forever be a happy man." Gwen chided her husband.

"Hey! Who do you think turned me onto peanut M&M's?" Jim shot back at her.

"Ok, I don't want to know anything about who's turning on whom." Gil put his hands up in protest.

Leaning in, Jim whispered, "That's not what I hear, Brother."

Confused Gil asked him, "What are you talking about?"

"Hogie!" Jim got the boy's attention from the other kids. "Tell your dad what you told me in the men's room when we first got here."

All the adults turned to look at Hogie. Never one to shy away from the public eye, unlike his parents, Hogie simply stated, "Mom and Dad were practicing again."

Sara and Gil were confused. Gil asked his son for clarification. "Hogie, what's practicing?"

"For autopsies. That's why you have to be naked, right? Like when Doc does an autopsy." Hogie finished and continued eating.

Sammy, however, had more questions. "Uncle Gil, why would you have to practice for an autopsy? Doc does all the work, right?"

Gil looked a bit like a deer in headlights. "Well, Kiddo, it's like this…uh…" Gwen could barely contain herself. Gwen's eyes were big as saucers as she bit her lip to keep from laughing. Jim just ate his breakfast with a satisfied smirk.

Sara interrupted, "Sammy, I don't think brunch is the right time to talk about autopsies. Maybe you could talk to your dad about it at home."

Sammy looked at his parents and said, "Ok."

Jim shot a look at Sara. "Thanks."

"Jim, you knew you'd have to do it sometime. He's twelve years old." Gwen lightly rubbed his back. "You'll do just fine."

Jim just grumbled and kept eating. Now it was Gil and Sara who could barely contain themselves.

A/N I've had a request to bring the readers up to date on the ages of the kids. As mentioned Sam is twelve, which makes Hogie and Tommy nine. Isabella is almost seven. I hope that's what you needed Toothchick. If you'd like the ages of the rest of the gang's kids, just let me know. Thanks to everyone for reading! - FoG