A/N: I nearly hated writing this chapter, since it was so difficult. Sometimes I thought to skip this part of the story completely, but then I pushed myself and got the typing going.It's not in it's best, but that was all I could do.

POV: Sara

Disclaimers: CSI's still property of CBS. Gar and his team is my own made-up characters though.

Chp. 19.

Three days later I'm entering the airport, with Gar in tow, after having had the night off. His team of 5 will be touching down, flying in from Alaska, in about 20-30 minutes, so were in good time. We've going back to Gil's in a larger rented van so we're able to accommodate everyone, so we don't have to commute in two cars. That way Gar have it at his use the days his team will be here. I was told by him that the team consists of two women and four men, and that is included him. Aside for the van, Gar rented two rooms on a hotel, not long from Gil's town house. We'll be getting a bite to eat, once we arrive. Gil's in charge of that, bringing breakfast home after shift. To pass the time, we head for a coffee shop. We get our coffee to go, since we need to find out, at what gate the Alaskan passengers will come out at. So after studying a large screen, announcing arrivals, we find the gate number, and learn that the plane is 15 minutes late, we walk calmly to the gate since we're in no sort of rush now. When we reach the gate area, waiting people stands around, as they waits for family members, friends, buisness connections, or other, but we manage to find two empty seats in the sea of people.

"So you basically fly into some airport inside the US boarder." I start to sum up what my brother told on the way here. "Then arriving here, you all split up and head each your way."

"Yes, that is exactly we do." Gar says from next to me. "I sometimes do have to report back to our boss, in person, if he wants a debriefing in person. If not I head straight to my base, then send my report over the great email system from there. Albeit sometimes we all have to report to the headquarter all of us, but that's only after the more complicated and harder jobs."

"So this heading to see the boss, it will be the first time for your second in command?" I need to know.

"That's right." He says. "But Leo will do well, since I have faith in him."

We sit in silence as we drink our coffee. When the announcement of the plane landing safely, we know it'll take some time for them to emerge, so while I find a place to deposit our empty paper cups, Gar stands alert as he spies for his team. I walk back to his side, just as thin trails of people emerge from around a corner, dragging luggage and carry-on stuff behind them. Some of them heads for their family, some heads for their friends, some just keep on going, connections are picked up, and other buisness people heads for limo drivers, waving signs in the air, telling that they are here for either Mr. This, or Ms. That. We even hear some people speaking Russian, and then assume they came from Russia, did a layover in Alaska, and then continued their trek.

"Ah, there they finally come." Gar says and motions towards five people rounding the corner, one by one, dragging duffel bags, small soft sport bags and just general carry-on stuff over their shoulders.

Gar told me that all of their gear is packed into boxes and will be in the cargo area of the plane. So even before the team can scatter, they need to go have it sorted out and made sure it reaches the company for checking and restocking. If there are explosives left, it's left at the scene of the implosion, and then it's taken care of by the military. Company rules say never to travel with high explosives.

A little while later we're all assembled at Gil's house, where we're eating the breakfast he brought home, after he had finished the shift. Gar's team is an interesting mix of people, who comes from all over the US with one Canadian, Jerry from Toronto, thrown into the mix. There's Leo and his female cousin Nicki from Chicago, the other woman on the team Winnie from Seattle, and last but not least Fred from Ford Lauderdale.

They're a great team. I sensed from the beginning that they're very close, and knows each other to the bone. They've been together as a team for a very long time, and because they spend weeks at a time, together on their job, so I gather that the closeness comes easily, as well as trusts each other without doubts. I bet it also helps doing their jobs, since one tiny mistake in connecting the explosives the right way, can cause disaster out of known proportions.

Somehow that reminds me of our team before Ecklie split us up. It's something I really miss, but on the other hand, this last month, we've begun to find each other again, all eight of us and that is such a relief. In some absurd way, me revealing my secret, and Gil and I revealing us finally getting together, was the thing making this happening occur.

"Sara?" I am brought out of my thoughts by Gil, who sits besides me, and nudges me in the ribs.

"Yes." I say looking at him.

"You okay?" He asks me with a frown etching his forehead.

"Yeah I'm fine. Why?" I ask him.

"You just looked to be miles away." He answers me.

"I was just thinking." I say. "About how great the last month has been, with all of our friends finding together again."

"I know what you mean, Sweetheart." He says slipping his arm around my shoulder. "I've missed them too." He squeezes my shoulder then leans to kiss my temple, before releasing my shoulder again. "Does anyone want more coffee or another bite to eat?" He asks the whole table.

The general answer is no, since everybody is tired and needs to get to a bed. That means that the breakfast session is halted. It's already agreed that Gil will stay home, so he can get some sleep. Gar and I will run the others to their hotel; then we'll go out shopping for a big dinner, for all of us, much later today. I also need a small nap, since I'll be going to work this evening. After Gil and I have loaded the dish washer, only used in these big events with lots of dishes, Gar takes his team to the van, leaving me to say goodbye to Gil in privacy.

"So I'll see you later?" Gil asks me huskily, while slipping his arms around my waist, as he pulls me closer to his front.

"Yes you will." I match his tone of voice, as I wrap my arms around his neck. We hug each other tightly, stands there for a while, and then we kiss each other with passion, before I rest my forehead against his, while we both catch our breaths. I can hardly believe how much I love this man; I'm now looking into the deep blue eyes off. I'm momentarily lost in them, but suddenly reality sneaks itself into my brain.

"I better go." I say reluctantly as I pull back, but still with my arms around Gil's neck.

"Yes." Gil says as his left arm leaves its place around my waist. He uses the hand on said arm, to brush my hair around my ear. "I'll let you go, even though I don't want you to go." He says that in his tender tone of voice, and then draws me in for a parting kiss.

Once we've let go of each other go, and I have reached the front door, I turn around and does what we have taken to do when parting, and no other is around. I sign that I love him, and he signs that he loves me back, and then I'm finally out of the door. When I reach Gar and his team, who's still not in the van, he's wearing a teasing smile.

"So there you finally are." He says to me. "I was just about to come in there to get you." He pretends to think then he winks at me. "But getting in there, I'm sure would have put a picture in my head; I'd rather not have of my little sister."

"Then I'm glad you didn't go in there." I say feeling myself flush by what he tries to insinuate. "For the record, don't get any funny pictures in your head of him and me, big brother. In no way possibly, I may add." I warn him, since he really doesn't need to get any funny pictures of Gil and me. Let alone thinking in that direction. Would I think about him and some girl that way? Nope, since the mere though just make me sick to my stomach.

We all piles into the van after that, and after we've dropped Gar's team off at the hotel, we start our shopping trip.

A/N 2: I might get a chapter down per week, since it's getting a bit more difficult to find the imagination. Maybe I'm putting this on hold, at least for some time, until I have some more stuff to work with. I'll let you know what I decide to do.

A little note, please!