Disclaimer: Again, I am but a poor college student who owns nothing more than what fits in my dorm. CBS and affiliates, please don't sue me.

Pairings: G/S, what else is there?

Rating: PG- 13, possibly R

Summary: This is my take on the way some of our favorite GSR moments should have gone, starting from the beginning.

Epilogue

Four years later.

February 2008

The doorbell rang for the fourth time and Gil wiped his hands on his pants. He leaned into the hallway leading toward the location of his wife and daughter.

"Sara?"

"Honey, can you get that? Lil' Bit just dumped an entire cup of her bath water on me!"

Gil stood there for a moment, shaking his head silently. Samantha peaked around the door frame and smiled at her dad, her brown hair in wet curls and her blue eyes very wide. He smiled, stepping fully into the hall and holding his arms out to her. She grinned, her tiny smile reminiscent of her mother's, and ran to him.

The doorbell rang again as Samantha crashed into him, her soft pink towel rubbing his forearms as he scooped her up. He carried her toward the door.

"Daddy?" Samantha whispered.

"What Lil' Bit?" Gil asked, smiling as she leaned forward and touched her little nose to his.

"Is Mommy mad?" she whispered.

Gil shook his head, "No baby. She's not mad, just a little wet."

Samantha giggled but turned at the sound of the door opening behind her, curious to see who their visitor was.

"Uncle Warwick!" she screeched, wriggling out of her father's grasp and into Warrick's outstretched arms. Warrick caught her as she jumped from Grissom's arms.

"Hey there birthday girl!"

Samantha giggled and pointed at herself, "It's my birfday Uncle Warwick."

Warrick smiled, hugging the little girl in his arms and entering into Grissom's house.

"Samantha Grace Grissom!" Sara's voice called from down the hall. Both Warrick and Samantha looked at Grissom for an explanation for Sara's obvious frustration.

"Lil' Bit here dumped soapy bath water all over her," Grissom told Warrick, then looking at his daughter he added, "Down, Samantha. Go find Mommy and get dressed."

The little girl leaned over, kissed her Uncle Warrick and reached for her Daddy, who took her in his arms and headed down the hallway.

"Have a seat, Warrick," Grissom called over his shoulder. The doorbell rang again, "And could you get that for me."

Warrick shook his head, moving to the front door of the Grissom household and opening it to a somewhat confused pair of CSIs.

"Are we at the wrong house?" Greg asked, glancing from Nick to Warrick.

Nick smacked Greg on the back of the head and pushed him into the house, following him into the living room as Warrick closed the door behind them.

"Where are Griss and Sara?" Nick asked.

"And where's the birthday girl?" Greg asked.

"They had a bathing incident," Warrick told him.

The three of them stood silent for a second before Greg asked, "Did anyone else go to a really screwed up place just then?"

Nick and Warrick nodded, both of them going a little pink at the thoughts running around in their heads. The three CSIs moved to the couch just as the doorbell rang again.

"Warrick?"

"I got it boss," he said, moving back to the front door to be greeted by Catherine and Lindsey.

"Stuck being the doorman?" Catherine asked, giving him a peck on the cheek. He shrugged and kissed her back, earning a disgusted eye roll from Lindsey.

"Griss and Sara are takin' care of their kid," Warrick explained, "But do come in, ma'am."

Catherine laughed as she and Lindsey made their way into the house. Warrick closed the door waiting a minute to make sure that the doorbell wasn't ringing again before moving into the living room with the rest of the night shift. Just as he sat on the couch beside Nick, the doorbell rang again and he sighed loudly.

"I'll get it, Warrick," Grissom said from somewhere behind him.

The team turned to watch their boss emerge from the hallway, sans Samantha this time, and head for his front door.

When he returned, the last of their guests had arrived. Brass, toting a very large gift for the birthday girl, smiled at them as he came into the living room.

"Trying to show us up, Jim?" Catherine asked, eyeing his gift thoughtfully.

Brass shrugged, "What can I say? I love my goddaughter."

Catherine and Warrick rolled their eyes in unison which earned a groan from the rest of the guests in Grissom's living room. They looked at each other, Warrick shrugging and Catherine sighing loudly.

"Oh, get over it, boys and girl-" she threw a pointed glare at her daughter "-You all know what's going on, so can we stop rubbing it in every chance we get?"

That earned a huff from the woman of the house who had walked into the room behind her colleagues, "Right, Cath, cause the 'knowing' really stopped you from rubbing it in with me and Gil."

Catherine blushed and dropped her eyes, knowing that Sara had a point.

"Aunt Catrin!" Samantha's voice carried down the hall and Sara turned around to stop the oncoming intrusion of her child.

"Samantha Grace, if I come in there and you're not dressed, you are gonna be in big trouble, little girl," she called back.

There were no other signs that the child was coming down the hall and Sara turned to her husband, "She insisted on dressing herself. God, that child is stubborn."

Gil eyed her for a moment, casting a glance in Greg's direction as he heard him trying to stifle a laugh. He turned back to his wife, smiling at her.

"She remind you of anyone?"

Sara swiped at him but missed purposely, "You know, Gil Grissom, if we didn't have company right now, you'd be regretting that little comment."

At that moment, Samantha Grace, in her brand new pink dress that her mother insisted she did not wear, graced the guests of her birthday party with her presence. She bypassed her parents, knowing very well that her Sara would snatch her up and drag her back into the bedroom to change, and hopped onto Nick's lap.

"It's my birfday Uncle Nick," she told him, smiling brightly up at her. Nick smiled back.

"Really? I thought today was my birthday."

Samantha shook her head, "Nope. Daddy said today is my birfday. Mommy told me, too."

She looked up at her parents, wide-eyed. They both nodded at her.

Nick nodded slowly, rubbing his chin, "All right, Sam, if today is your birthday, than those presents on the kitchen table must be for you."

Samantha looked at her father again, a question on her face.

"Come on, Lil' Bit, let's go get the cake," he said to her.

Samantha climbed down from Nick's lap and ran to her father as he bent down for her, scooping her up again and taking her into the kitchen.

"Daddy, can I open presents after cake?" she asked as they moved into the other room.

"Of course you can Lil' Bit," he told her.

Sara shook her head, smiling as she watched her husband and daughter move toward their kitchen. She motioned for the others to follow her into the dining room and Catherine stepped up beside her.

"She's got him wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?" Catherine whispered to her.

Sara smiled, nodding, "Isn't it obvious?"

They exchanged knowing smiles as the group took their seats around the large dining room table. Samantha burst into the dining room through the swinging door and held her arms up to her mother, who lifted her into her booster chair at the head of the table.

Moments later, Gil entered the room carrying a large sheet cake with four burning candles. The look on his daughter's face could have made Gil's heart stop. She was beautiful and happy with her mother standing behind her at the table, recording every moment of the excitement. He placed the cake on the table in front of Samantha and moved to stand beside Sara, placing his hand on the small of her back. She glanced at him, smiling, as the group began to sing "Happy Birthday" to their little girl who was sitting perfectly still in her chair. When they reached the end of the song, Gil leaned over and whispered to Samantha, "Make a wish, baby."

She waited for a moment, putting a finger over her lips like she was thinking, before saying, "I wish I had a little brother to play with."

Gil and Sara looked at each other, both of them becoming slightly flushed at the thought of having another child. Sara smiled first, leaning in to kiss her husband on the cheek, before turning her attention back to Samantha. The birthday girl blew out her candles and the real party began.

Three hours later, after their guests had cleared out and their daughter had been put to bed, Gil and Sara sat curled up together on their couch, each of them reading a different issue of the same Forensics' journal. Sara yawned steadily, dropping her magazine onto the couch cushion beside her, moving closer to her husband's side.

"Gil?"

He lowered his magazine and turned his head to brush a kiss against Sara's cheek, "Hmm?"

"I have to tell you something," she said, so softly that it made his blood run cold.

Gil sat up a little straighter and Sara realized that she had startled him. She also sat up, facing him now. She shook her head, taking his hand in hers.

"No," she said gently, "Don't think that. Everything is fine."

The look in his eyes told her that he wasn't sure that he believed her and Sara kissed him soundly.

"Gil, I was going to wait to tell you this, but," she leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "Samantha's wish came true. We're having a baby."