A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, GMC or Barbie. I am not profiting from this story in any way.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway forced Sara to try and button her pants faster. She had come to the conclusion that new clothes had to be purchases; And soon.

"Finally!" She sighed as the button to her jeans slipped through the denim button hole; She rested her hand on her stomach with a smile. "Mommy is getting fat because of you but I still love you more than you'll ever know."

Grin still present on her face she made her way over to the window to see a woman getting out of a dark blue Denali.

"Does everyone in Vegas drive a stupid GMC?" She asked herself, rushing out of the room to alert Gil that 'the sitter' had arrived.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, it appeared to Sara that he already knew.

Gil smoothed his hair back with his hands; He looked more handsome than ever to her. His blue eyes lit up as he turned to see Sara standing halfway up the stairs.

"You look beautiful," He grinned.

Sara blushed and looked down at herself; He thought jeans and a long sleeved shirt was beautiful?

The doorbell rang, sending the ding-dong echoing throughout the house.

Gil took one step closer to the door and pulled it open.

A woman a bit taller than Sara stood on the cement porch; Her chestnut hair fluttered in the wind, blowing it in her face. She tucked it back behind her ear with a smile.

"Hello," Her voice was cool and relaxed; For some reason Sara imagined her voice would be different, deeper and more husky. But it wasn't; The woman's voice was actually very pretty.

"Heather, please come in."

Gil opened the door wider to allow Heather to step in; She nodded once to him as she took a few steps in.

Sara saw that she had made a few assumptions about Lady Heather; And so far both had been wrong. She had assumed Heather would be wearing leather or something like it, considering she was a dominatrix.

But she wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a white long sleeved shirt that clung to her skin; Sara was surprised Heather was even able to breathe.

"Thanks for coming. This is Sara," He motioned to his wife who was walking down the remaining stairs.

The two women met eyes before

"Sara, nice to meet you. I remember him saying you're pregnant?" Heather's eyes wandered to Sara's stomach. "How far along are you? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Sara reached the bottom of the stairs with a grin.

"Sixteen weeks."

A smile now spread on Heather's face, revealing white teeth and a straight smile; Gil had almost forgotten how gorgeous she was, and he had seen her a few days ago.

"I hope everything goes well for you. Isn't there supposed to be a little girl and a dog here?" Heather questioned.

Gil motioned for both women to follow him. He led the way into the living room.

Liz was on her stomach lying on the floor, with paper and crayons surrounding her.

"Liz, sweetie, the babysitter' here."

After putting one last touch on her drawing, the small girl leapt up from the floor.

"Hi!" She squeaked, extending her hand for Heather to shake.

Heather glanced at Gil and Sara with a grin; She bent down and took Liz's hand.

"Hi. You must be Liz," The little girl nodded happily. "I'm Heather. What were you drawing?"

Liz pulled her hand away as she ran over and pick the picture up. She pointed to each thing on the paper.

"My mommy, daddy, me and the new baby when it's born."

"That's a very nice picture."

Liz smiled broadly at Heather then ran back to the section of the floor she had been laying on.

"She's adorable," Heather told Gil and Sara as she stood back up. "Anything I should know? Allergies, bedtime, rules?"

"Right. Um, no allergies. Bedtime is nine or nine-thirty, which ever. Rules are pretty basic; No coloring on walls, be nice to Lily, just really simple stuff," Gil explained, nodding his head.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to go do my job now, if you don't mind."

Heather smiled briefly at the couple before her then strode toward Liz. Their talking made Sara grin, once again amazed by her daughter.

"So, what would you like to play?" Heather asked Liz; She joined her in sitting on the floor, folding her legs under her.

"Barbies!" Liz jumped up once again and took off to find the dolls.

"I've never played Barbies," Heather laughed, moving so she was facing Gil and Sara.

A look of shook took over Sara's face.

"Never played Barbies? Well you'll get your fair share of it; Liz loves to play them."

Secretly, Sara wondered why Heather had never played with the dolls; Almost every female she knew had at one time owned or at least had played with a Barbie doll.

"My mother didn't approve of Barbie, if that's what you're wondering," Heather suddenly offered.

Sara shook her head to signal that wasn't what she had been thinking but just as she began to speak, Liz ran back into the room.

"Okay, I have three Ken dolls and ten Barbies. You get to pick your girl doll and then her husband," Liz explained calmly.

"Well, we're going to leave now. Liz, behave and have a time nice," Gil said before the two started their game.

Sara walked over to her daughter and kissed her on top of the head. Gil did the same.

"Enjoy yourselves!" Heather called after them as they left the house.

As Gil closed the door, Sara burst into a fit of giggling.

"What's so funny?" He asked with a confused look.

"We're leaving our daughter with a dominatrix!" Sara shared through laughs.