Disclaimer: I do not own CSI although I really wish I did. Anything similar to other fanfictions stories is not purposeful and the author has full credit for them.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic story so I hope you like it. Any suggestions or comments would be helpful so please review. Enjoy (I hope)!

Summary: Sara adopts a little girl and shocks the group. She has difficulty handling her new found motherhood and finds support in Greg. Greg-Sara relationship

Author's Note: Enjoy readers. This story is almost over. Only the epilogue after this chapter.

Chapter 11:

"Greg. This is amazing." Sara looked out the window at the amazing view. They were sitting in an isolated booth at the Eiffel Tower Restaurant, looking at the most beautiful view of the strip Sara had ever seen.

"I thought you'd like it," Gregg said, watching Sara's expression, as she took in her surroundings.

"Bonjour Madame et Monsieur. I am your waiter Pierre," the young man introduced himself as he handed Greg and Sara their menus and lit the candles in the center of their table. "Would you like to start with some wine?"

Greg ordered a bottle of wine and the waiter went to get it. They were looking at their menus when Greg mentioned, "I called the restaurant before I made the reservations to make sure they had vegetarian plates, so you should be able to find something."

Sara was touched that Greg had tried so hard to find something for her. When she was dating Hank, he'd take her to a steakhouse or something like it, and Grissom, leaving blood in the fridge and ask her to clean up raw cow meat. Greg was the first guy in a long time to put her wants and needs first.

Dinner flew by for both of them. They talked about almost everything- work, books, music- everything except their unsure relationship. Soon the waiter was clearing away their dessert dishes and they were heading out.

"I had a lot of fun Greg," Sara smiled at him.

"It's not over yet," Greg said, grinning mischievously at her.

"Really?" Sara wondered. "What do you have planned next?"

"It's a secret," Greg exclaimed.

"Greg where are you taking me?" Sara asked as she tried to walk on the uneven ground with Greg leading her by the hand. After they had left the restaurant, they'd gotten into Greg's car and drove for about 20 minutes. When they stopped, Greg had told her to close her eyes and had began to lead her. Sara had no idea where he was leading her.

"We're almost there," Greg whispered. "Keep your eyes closed a little longer." A few minutes later, Greg stopped and let go of Sara's hand.

"Greg," Sara twisted her head around trying to hear Greg. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here," Greg rested his hands lightly on her shoulders and whispered in her ear. Sara's heartbeat quickened at Greg's closeness. "Open your eyes."

Sara opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by a beautiful garden. In front of her was a blanket spread out on the ground with a plate a chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of wine.

The moon shone down enclosing them in this perfect heaven.

"Oh Greg," Sara breathed and then she turned and grinned at him. "You trying to get me drunk?"

"Of course not,... I uh...," Greg tried to stammer out a response.

"I'm kidding Greg, calm down," Sara laughed at his nervousness, even though she was just as nervous.

"Let's sit," Greg grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her down onto the blanket.

Just like at dinner, they two of them talked for hours. Soon it was 1:00am and Sara realized it was soon time to leave.

"I have to be back by 2:00, that's the latest I told Julie I'd be back," Sara said regretfully.

"Okay then," Greg thought out loud, "I think we have time for a short walk before we have to leave." He pulled her up and down one of the paths in the garden, but didn't release her hand as they walked in silence.

"Greg?" Sara whispered looking at him. "What are we doing? What about work? Bethany? What if we do date and then don't work out. Bethany already loves you, I don't want to hurt her."

"Stop," Greg stopped walking and turned to face her. "Stop worrying about everything else. What do you want?" He rested his hand on her cheek, caressing it gently.

"I want...," Sara looked into his eyes and knew, "...you."

"Good." Greg leaned in and kissed her slowly. Sara put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Their kiss became much more passionate and soon they had to pull back to breathe.

Sara rested her head on his chest and whispered, "I love you Greg."

"I love you too Sara," Greg whispered back.