Authors note: This chapter came to me after I found out that my little sister stole my favorite shirt. There is a lot of language, but it's just how I felt. Enjoy!

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"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My fucking shirt is missing!"

"Sara you need to calm down. Where was the last place you had it?"

"I came home….took it off….then I, uh…I threw it on the couch….then my….that little bitch! My sister came by yesterday. She fucking took it….stupid bitch."

"Which one was it?"

"Your favorite one. Long, black, very see threw…."

"That little bitch!"

Sara turned around and gave Gil a lopsided grin. He walked over to her and wrapped her in a big hug. They stayed like that until Sara pulled away slightly.

"I'm sorry babe. I know I've been a little cranky lately…"

"A little?"

"Hey." Sara slapped Gil across the chest and giggled. "At least I've got it pretty under control around you. You should take a look at my journal.

Hey Gil, would you mind if we stayed in tonight. I'm a little tired and I'm still kind of sick to my stomach. I don't want to eat all fancy just to throw it up again later."

"I understand. Why don't you jump in the shower? I'll make us some lemon chicken pasta."

"Mmm…I love you. You are so good to me. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Sara stood naked in front of the full length mirror. She was only four months pregnant. She wasn't big, but knew that in the next two months she would double in size.

She quickly showered, and walked into the kitchen. The table was set for two. Gil had even set out the candles. Sara sat as quietly as she could, and waited for Gil to turn around.

"Good god Sara"

"Hmm…is dinner ready? I'm really hungry. You know Gil; it's not really nice to stare."

Gil turned around from the stove. He knew that Sara was in the room. Every time she entered a room the air would take on her scent. When he turned around all he saw was Sara. She was sitting at the table clad in a green lace bra. Her long legs were under the table but he could still see the matching thong.

When he still didn't move Sara got up and walked over to him. He hadn't even noticed that she was a good three inches taller than usual, until she was standing right in front of him.

Sara knew that the lace-up sandals were bad for her back, but she thought, just for tonight, she would do it for him.

"God Sara, I think I just lost my food appetite. Can I just take you to bed and eat you?"

"Mmm…tempting as that sounds, I need to eat or the little cocooned pillar here, will never let me forget it. Then we have to get ready and go to work."

"You are such a tease Sara."

"But you love me for it."

Two hours later they were dressed and heading out the door, to their separate Tahoe's.

"Sara, I think tonight is the night. I want to tell them about us, and the baby."

"I don't know Gil. We could still get in a lot of trouble for what were doing, especially since we kept it hidden for so long. I'm not showing that much yet, nobody at work has said anything…."

"I just think that since were…you are….past the first trimester, we should tell everyone. You're going on maternity leave soon and with any luck, by the time you come back they won't have a right to say anything to us, and by they…I mean the sheriff."

"Did you just propose to me?"

"Uh…" judging by the look on her face, the innocent comment he made may have been inappropriate. After much hesitation, he finally answered. "No…"

"Good. Tell the guys anything you want. In the mean time, I'm going to work."

'Just great. Now I put her in a bad mood.'

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Sara got to the break room twenty minutes before Grissom. She wasn't really mad at him, in fact she quite the opposite. When she had gotten ready for work, she didn't change out of her 'sexy' underwear. Instead she was sporting a very tight short skirt and a small button-up shirt, with the top few buttons left undone. She had also decided to keep her sandals on.

'God I hope he keeps me here tonight. I can't wear this in public. I look like a hooker.

"Wow Sara, you look….HOT"

"Thanks Nicky. I had a hot date. Kind of ran late, if you know what I mean."

That was the moment that Grissom and Catherine strolled into the room. As hard as Gil tried, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"You know what; Sara looks hot tonight, and happy. You really should close your mouth before drool starts to dribble down your chin."

"Hm…okay, so Catherine, nick and Warrick. There's only one case tonight, so either you fight over it or you all go. Good luck."

He hadn't said one word to Sara. He turned and left the break room, heading straight for his office.

After the rest of the gang had left, Sara went straight to Gil's office. Now she stood just outside the door. Gil kind of sounded like he was mumbling, but Sara knew what was really going on, and dammed if she wasn't turned on.

She put the key in the lock and tried to make as little noise as possible.

Grissom's 'spidey sense' told him that Sara was trying to get in to his office. He turned in his chair so he was facing the door when she walked through.

Sara sauntered over to his desk, put her hands down and leaned in. he could see down her shirt. The green lace was hugging her breasts, and just past them was her stomach. From this view, he could see how much it had grown. She kissed his lips and he came, hard in his hand. He had never brought himself off while kissing someone, definitely not in front of someone. It was an amazing feeling.

"God Sara, do you know what you do to me? At breakfast, you sat across from me in that sexy thing I bought you, and then you were pissed when we left this morning, and now you're wearing almost nothing. I should be really jealous but all I want to do is fuck you right here on my desk."

"I wasn't mad at you, really, just kind of disappointed. No girl wants to be proposed to like that. I do want to marry you Gil, but I just want it to be perfect, you know. Oh, just in case you're thinking of a ring, I don't like gold. It doesn't look good on me."

She turned and walked to his office door when he called her.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. I have got to change out of these damn shoes. My back is killing me. I'll be back in an hour, you know where to find me if you need me. Love you. Oh and you might want to tidy up a little, just incase someone decides they NEED to talk to you."

He smiled to himself as she walked out of his office.

'God she's beautiful, evil, but beautiful. I love every inch of her evil little soul.'

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"I've got nothing Cath. Would you mind if I stepped out for a second, I just need to regroup."

"You don't have to tell me twice. This case just gets more frustrating every time I turn around. Nick is just upstairs if I need anything."

"Thank you"

Warrick walked to where Catherine was standing and kissed her.

"Maybe later tonight you could come by my place and I could make you breakfast."

"You're being brave. Nick is just upstairs."

"Yep. It's just the two of us down here."

"Tempting as your offer sounds, Lindsey is at home with me. I have tomorrow off so I thought we could spend the day together."

"Hmm…maybe I could stop by your place and make breakfast."

"Sounds good. So….when do you think they're gonna tell us about the baby?"

"Who? Gris and Sara? Probably not until she's like nine months pregnant, and he comes in one day and says 'hey I'm a daddy'"

"I love you Rick"

"Love you too. I'll be back soon."