Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, Barbie, GMC or Borders. Using them only to entertain myself and a few others.

"So Barbie, uh, wanna go to dinner with me?" Heather altered her voice whilst moving the Ken doll from side to side to add the effect that it was talking.

Liz giggled as she watched the woman lying on the floor on her stomach a few inches away; She had expected the babysitter to be mean and old, when it fact Liz had discovered that she was neither.

"Ken, I'm so over you!" Heather managed to squeak in a high-pitched voice before bursting into a fit of laughter.

Liz's face turned with hilarity as Heather, whose face was nearly the same shade, tossed the doll aside.

"Aren't Barbies fun?" Liz asked, gathering up the dolls as the laughter subsided. She had decided it was time for a new game.

"Yeah."

Heather didn't understand the appeal of playing with the dolls that seemed to draw so much drama from little girls.

She didn't know if they really weren't fun or if she had long ago passed the age that made playing with dolls enjoyable.

Liz hurried out of the room, arms full of Barbie's friends and accessories, saying as she went, "I'll be right back!"

Heather pushed herself up into the sitting position; She had been astounded by the little girl's intelligence earlier. Liz had informed her that golf courses were a blight to the environment because of the chemicals they use to keep the grass green.

And when asked if her father had taught her that, she replied with a smile, "No. I got it from the Gilmore Girls."

But it still shocked Heather that a girl of that age could repeat such information and not misuse any of the words.

The patter of feet jolted Heather from her thoughts.

"Let's play with my baby doll! My mommy is going to have a baby and I want to practice so I can be a good sister!" Liz grinned.

She was holding the slightly bald doll correctly, which was something not every little girl can do.

"Okay," Heather smiled broadly. She laughed inside as she thought, "It's going to be a long night."

The Strip Shopping Plaza

"Milady, where shall we go first?" Gil chuckled as he pulled into the only empty parking space he had seen all evening.

"Let's leave the theater up to the pros," Sara replied with a smile. "How about Borders?"

Gil nodded once before opening his door and stepping out. He stood beside the vehicle just glancing around.

Sara walked in front of the Tahoe; The semi-cold Vegas air blew her hair out behind her.

"You look gorgeous," He grinned as he joined her in front of the car; The two locked arms and proceeded to the book store.

"What are we looking for in here?" He inquired.

An older gentleman held the door open for the couple; Gil nodded their thank yous and followed his wife into the store.

The warming smell of freshly brewed coffee made Sara stand up straighter; She slowly scanned the store to see where the aroma was coming from.

"Don't even think about it," Gil warned as he saw what she was doing.

"Why? I can't even smell the coffee now?"

A grin spread on his face. "Fine, smell away. But when people start looking at you funny, you'll have to defend yourself."

Sara took one step closer to him; With a grin, she kissed him gently on the lips, pulled away and whispered "Thank you."

They set off through the store, walking slowly to glance at the book titles on the myriad of shelves.

Sara pulled Gil into an aisle, obviously having spotted something.

"What are you doing?"

"Look up."

She pointed at the ceiling; A large brown sign hung several feet above their heads with the word 'Pregnancy' written in bold letters.

"Why are we here? You already know what happens."

Sara ignored Gil. She moved her finger along the books, each one varying in thickness and in title. She was looking for something, but wasn't sure what.

"Here," She softly said as she pulled a large book off one of the shelves. "Week by Week Pregnancy Guide."

Gil watched with a smile as she carefully turned each page; Upon reaching the 16 week section, she pulled him down onto the floor.

"Sara, I understand you are excited about this baby, but can't we sit somewhere that there isn't a slimy substance sticking to my ass?"

Overlooking Gil's slime filled dilemma, she read aloud one paragraph.

"Weighing in at all of three ounces, your little one is now 12 centimeters crown to rump. Baby's head is now held high, and limb movements occur in a coordinated fashion. The eyes have come closer together so that they face forward, and the baby begins to blink. Tiny toenails are beginning to form. On an ultrasound, you may catch sight of the sucking reflex as your baby sucks his or her thumb. And that's not all you may see: Gender is now recognizable, if you have an extroverted fetus"

With a sigh, she closed the book and looked expectantly at Gil.

"That's very interesting. Maybe we should buy that," He suggested. No longer being able to stand sitting on the floor, he quickly stood up then offered his hands to Sara.

She graciously accepted his help; When they both were standing, she locked her arms around his neck.

"Thank you for putting up with me."

"Sara, my love, it's not 'putting up with you'. It's called loving you," Gil replied. He gave her a kiss then grabbed her hand, wanting to resume looking throughout the store.

Sara couldn't help but smile as she realized just how much she loved Gil, Liz, and her unborn child.