"What are you doing?" Catherine asked, as Gil steered her away from the grocery store. "We're supposed to be getting food, remember? For the hungry and pregnant woman?"
"We'll get food later," Gil said.
Catherine tugged on his hand. "Gil. For a pregnant woman, there is no such thing as later. Don't make me beg or hurt you."
Gil stared at her. "But…"
"Gil…"
"Fine, we'll get food first. But then can we go to my store?"
Catherine narrowed her eyes. "What is your store?"
Gil pointed across to a "Babies R Us" store.
She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "You're cute."
Gil frowned slightly. "I prefer macho or manly."
"Right. Sorry." Catherine kissed him on the cheek. "My macho manly stud."
"That's certainly an improvement," Gil agreed. He found them a table in the food court and sat her down. "I'll go order us something, okay?"
"Lots of something," Catherine reminded him.
Gil rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear."
Gil almost dropped Catherine's lunch in front of her as he tried to balance everything.
"I don't know how you can eat like this and still stay so thin!" he told her, sitting down.
"Good genes," she winked. "Besides, I'm only in my fourth month. When I REALLY start showing, then you'll be wondering what happened to my good genes."
"You'll be beautiful," Gil replied. "I can't wait to see you…"
Catherine arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Carrying our child," Gil said, quickly taking a bite of his sandwich.
Catherine rolled her eyes. "That was such a cop out." She twirled some pasta on a fork and held it out to Gil. "Try this."
"Some of us have to watch our figure, dear," Gil said, patting his stomach.
Catherine let out a snort of laughter. "Oh, please." She held out the fork until he took a bite. With a smirk, she slid her chair around the table and sat next to him. Her hand rested on his stomach and then she kissed him gently. "You're the sexiest guy I know."
Gil smiled bashfully. "Really?"
She nodded and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "If we weren't in a public place I'd jump your bones."
Gil's eyes widened considerably and he almost choked on his sandwich. When he finally swallowed it, he turned to her. "Wanna go home?"
Catherine threw her head back and burst into laughter. "You're such a man, Gil." She kissed his cheek. "I wanna go shopping and look at baby things with my husband." She whispered in his ear again. "But maybe later."
Katie and Lindsey looked up from where they were watching their movie. Cath and Gil raced inside and had both sequestered themselves in the two different bathrooms.
"Do you find that weird?" Katie asked her sister.
Lindsey shrugged. "No weirder than usual."
"STOP COPYING ME GIL GRISSOM!" came the cry from the bathroom.
"I'M NOT DOING IT ON PURPOSE!" came the cry from the other room.
"That was just gross on so many levels," Lindsey said, wrinkling her nose.
"Agreed," Katie nodded, a look of disgust on her face. "Hey guys! We don't need to hear about your bathroom adventures!"
They heard the taps running in the two bathrooms and then Catherine and Grissom appeared.
"Your father has lost his mind," Catherine explained, glaring at her husband.
Gil held his hands up in surrender. "It's not my fault! I swear!"
"What's not his fault?" Katie asked.
"He thinks he's having sympathy pregnancy symptoms," Catherine said, disbelief in her eyes.
"I don't think," Gil replied. "I know. I have a PhD, Catherine. I KNOW these things."
"So you've got a PhD," Catherine groaned. "Big deal! You've still lost your mind!"
"Actually, I've read that it can happen," Katie said, shrugging.
Catherine sent her daughter a look.
"On second thought, what do I know?" Katie mumbled, shrinking back down into the seat.
"You need to snap out of it," Catherine ordered her husband. "Thinking you have food cravings is fine, but when it comes to needing to pee when I need to pee, it's getting a little creepy!"
"Do you mind moving this discussion elsewhere?" Katie asked, her face scrunching up.
Their parents stared at them.
"Or we could move," Lindsey suggested, scampering out of the room.
"Okay, where are we going?" Katie asked Greg, as he grinned, opening the car door for her.
"Can't tell," he replied.
"Greg, you told me to dress up nice on our only night off together. And now you're opening car doors for me. What's going on?"
"We're going out to dinner."
Katie rolled her eyes. "I gathered that. Where?"
"Not telling," he answered.
"You're being really annoying and stubborn.""You're beautiful."
Katie froze and stared at him. He just smiled at her and kept driving.
"Thank you," she finally managed to get out.
Greg reached his hand over and took hers. "You're welcome."
"I feel like we're the only ones here," Gil said, as Catherine came into his office.
"That's because neither Katie or Greg are here," Catherine reminded him. "And Warrick, Nicky and Sara are all out in the field."
"So technically, I could make you scream and no one would hear?" Gil wondered.
Catherine arched her eyebrow. "I don't think so, hon. There are lab techs in this building."
"Damn," Gil grumbled.
Catherine giggled. "But if it makes you feel better, when we get home, you can pretend I'm the poor innocent lab tech and you're the big bossy supervisor."
"I'm not bossy!" Gil protested.
"Totally missing the point," Catherine reminded him.
"Oh no, I got that loud and clear," he assured her.
Katie's eyes widened when Greg pulled into the driveway for the Caesar's Palace. "You're bringing me to Caesar's Palace?"
"Au contraire, my dear," Greg replied. "I'm taking you to the Empress Court."
"The Empress Court?"
"I did bring Katie, and not the parrot, didn't I?"
Katie glared at him. "Don't spoil it."
Greg grinned and gave the valet the keys to the car. He walked around and took her hand. "Shall we?"
Katie squeezed his hand. "Lead the way."
"You taste good," Catherine murmured against his lips. "You know what stage of pregnancy I'm at?"
"Tell me," Gil replied, kissing her again.
Catherine whispered in his ear and Gil smirked.
"Sounds like you need some help there then."
"It's incredibly urgent."
Gil moved forward and kissed her deeply. She moaned slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"You certainly outdid yourself tonight, Sanders," Katie smiled at him.
Greg grinned. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Good food, good company. How could I not?" Katie replied.
"The pleasure was all mine," Greg answered.
"Shall we head back to your place next?" Katie asked, a sly smile on her face.
Greg's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
Katie nodded. "We've got the night off. Let's enjoy it."
Nick wandered into Gil's office and immediately turned around, coughing slowly. "Guys, if you're going to do that, can you at least lock the door first?"
Catherine turned around in Gil's lap. "We were just kissing, Nicky. Don't get your panties in a bunch."
"I thought that was what Gil was attempting to do to you," Nick coughed.
Catherine shot him a dirty look.
"Sorry," Nick said.
"Did you come here with something in mind apart from ogling my wife?" Gil asked.
Nick blushed and started to stammer. "I wasn't…I mean I didn't…I mean…"
"You mean you don't think my wife is attractive enough to ogle?" Gil asked, cocking his head to one side.
Catherine pretended to pout.
"Geez, I meant that…oh man." Nick fumbled.
"Relax Nicky, we're just teasing you," Catherine chuckled.
"I wasn't," Gil said, attempting to keep a straight face.
"Gil," Catherine said, whacking him on the shoulder. She turned to Nick. "What is it, Nick?"
"I just got a call from Sara and Warrick. We're going to need all hands on deck. Major traffic accident out on the highway."
Catherine sighed. "There goes Greg and Katie's date."
Gil nodded. "I'll call them."
Katie snuggled closer to Greg, groaning as the phone rang. "I'll get it. You're still half comatose."
"I am not!" Greg protested, wrestling her for the phone.
"You can't have it! You'll have to drag me further down for that!" Katie teased. "Hello?" She listened to the voice on the other end of the phone for a minute, then scrambled off Greg's lap. "Yes, dad. Sorry. Yes, I'll be there." She hung up the phone and stared at Greg, who was wide-eyed.
"Busted," Katie mumbled.
TBC