A/N: Thanks to everyone who reads my story at TalkCSI; You all are the best and are SO nice compared to some other people. I'm really enjoying writing this but I might have to take a break. Not writing for a few days always helps me write what I think are my best chapters!

Gil had spent the rest of the night holding Sara in his arms; She quietly sobbed for a few hours then fell asleep. He didn't; He knew Sara was incredibly sad and he just wanted to think of a way to find out why.

When she awoke, eyes red and puffy from the crying, he still had no idea what to do or ask.

After thanking Gil for comforting her, Sara strode off to the kitchen to eat breakfast; Liz was waiting for them at the table.

"Mommy! I was scared last night. I heard a lady screaming," The small girl squeaked.

Sara joined her daughter at the table with a feeble grin; How do you explain to a child that you had a nightmare you own mother was going to kill you?

"Mommy… had a nightmare."

Liz jumped off of her chair and climbed into her mother's lap; She tightly locked her small arms around Sara's neck, attempting to make her feel better but she was only causing Sara to feel lightheaded.

"I'm sorry you had a bad dream. I have those sometimes. May I please color?"

Sara nodded as Liz ran out of the kitchen, pink bathroom trailing behind her like a cape.

"I'll make you breakfast," Gil softly announced from the doorway; He had large dark circles under his eyes. Sara assumed they were from not sleeping.

He walked to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs; banging noises filled the kitchen as he searched for a pan.

"What's wrong?" Sara asked, staring at her husband.

Gil set the eggs down on the counter; He wasn't angry with her, he was angry with himself.

"Why are you so miserable all the time?" He returned the question.

Sara felt confused; She wasn't sad all the time. Why was he inquiring her all of a sudden?

"I'm not. What's going on?"

Gil cracked the eggs and dumped them into the pan; A slight sizzling sound filled the silence between them.

"Look at this picture!" Liz shouted from the living room; Sara stood up from the table and walked off to look at the drawing without saying a word to Gil.

She was sick and tired of people always asking her why she was always down; She wasn't. Just because she wasn't smiling didn't mean she was sad; It meant she wasn't smiling!

She entered the living room to see Liz sprawled out on the floor on her stomach with papers and crayons scattered everywhere.

"What did you draw?" Sara asked, joining Liz on the floor.

"This is my school," She gestured to a very nicely drawn building with tiny stick people standing out front. "This is the wedding, Uncle Nick and Jenna's; He likes jeans so that's what he's wearing. And here's a puppy."

She handed Sara a piece of paper with a small brown puppy drawn on it; She knew what Liz was hinting.

"No puppies yet, Liz. Maybe you'll get on for your birthday. You're going to be six very soon," Sara explained.

It was true; Liz was going to turn six in four days. And Gil and Sara still hadn't picked out a present.

"Okay. What are we doing today?" Liz asked. She began coloring yet another picture. This time it was Sara wearing her CSI vest and she was holding a field kit in her hand.

"Let's go to the park," Gil answered for her. Sara quickly sat up and spun around; He was standing in the doorway with a smile. "Sara your breakfast is done."

Liz hopped up and ran after her father.

Sara slowly walked into the kitchen; Her eggs were sitting on the table, a small pile of ketchup in the center of them.

She smiled as she thought, "He knows me all too well."

Liz's happy shrieks suddenly filled the house; Sara was very used to this by now.

Gil would chase her around the house and eventually catch her; But lately, it seemed she was too fast for him.

"I'm gonna get you!" He bellowed in a deep voice.

Sara coughed and laughed at the same time; He always made her laugh.

"Mommy!" Liz shouted, running into the kitchen; She too was laughing. "Hide me!"

Sara dropped her fork and beckoned to the small girl; Liz immediately sprinted as quickly as she could toward Sara, her father's mock-angry footsteps the kitchen.

"Where are you my precious?" Gil called out in the same deep voice; He entered the kitchen and began looking around in search of Liz.

Sara motioned to Gil that she was under the table; She made sure her daughter couldn't see her and Gil nodded.

"I see you. Don't try to run! I'll get have to get you with my… insect gun!" He made a loud machine gun firing sound and Liz giggled happily from her hiding spot.

Gil strolled toward the table and bent down upon reaching it; Liz covered her eyes in attempt to further her hiding. Gil gently pulled her leg, tugging her out from underneath the table.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He calmly asked, trying his best to conceal his smile.

Liz peaked out from between her fingers before answering.

"You can't see me?"

Gil picked her up and carried her off to the living room. Sara listened intently to hear the sound she knew was coming.

Liz's begs and pleads for Gil to stop tickling her; But upon stopping, she would ask him, "Tickle me again, please?"

Sara listened to this for a few more moments before bounding away from the table, anxious to join in.

"Never fear, Super Mom is here!"