Author's Notes: I just realized something about the breaks in my chapter. Like, scene changes…I had little squiggly lines and little star thingies (I don't know the technical names) to separate the scenes…and I just saw on the site that they don't show up. I am so sorry ya'll. I know how annoying it must be to have the scenes confused. It annoys me just thinking about it shudder that's complete hell for a perfectionist like me. I'll figure out a wayto make them work or separate scenes. I'm sorry ya'll I have serious writer's block! Ahhhh!

Birthday Surprise

Written by: Chella Belle/Edited by: Tigger

Chapter 3: Decorations, Fondue, and Awe

"Mr. and Mrs. Grissom, right this way." Grissom and Sara had decided to dine at Amour's. It was the fanciest, and most expensive, French restaurant in Las Vegas.

"Gil…it's beautiful." Sara whispered gazing into the rooms.

The building was split into two sides. To the left was the less expensive side; to the right was the classical dinning area. The tables were draped with red and white table cloths, rose petals were sprinkled everywhere, candles were lit, live music was playing, and the wine came automatically.

The atmosphere was amazing and romantic. The food was perfect and delicious. The service was incredible and unique, and the experience…unforgettable.

"Gil really, this is amazing." Sara stated in awe.

"No matter how beautiful the atmosphere is…it cannot be compared to you grace, majesty, and charm. It can't hold a candle to the splendor of you. Saint Augustine said that 'Love is the beauty of the soul.' Considering that my dear, the magnificence that you are radiating is more than this Earth can bear. I love you Sara Amelia Grissom." Grissom stated kissing her hand delicately.

He looked into her eyes and saw her begin to well up. "Gil." She began and wiped her eyes. "I should have known to wear waterproof mascara." She joked.

"Darling, no matter how much your makeup smears…you're still going to look beautiful."

"Good. Because at this point I think I'm going to cry it all off."

Grissom smiled and kissed her hand once more. "Shall we?" He gestured and she nodded. Grissom took her hand and led her to their reserved table. He pulled out her chair and allowed her to sit. He went to go and sit across from her. They pulled up their menus and began to scan for what they wanted.


Catherine was standing on a ladder trying to hang a banner, while Greg steadied the ladder. He was getting a nice stare at her butt. He was smiling and staring intently, completely ignoring what she was asking him. Warrick walked by carrying a bunch of chairs. He took once look at Greg's blissful face, and slapped him upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Lack of respect." Warrick gave him a warning glare and continued setting up the chairs. Greg shook his head and actually listened to what Catherine was saying.

"What Cat?"

"I said, we need to get some balloons in the corners of the banner to hide this ugly tape."

"No…what we need is a new banner. This one sucks. It should say something cool like, 'Congratulations Grandpa. It's better to be over the hill then buried under it.' And it would have skulls and tombstones all over it. And lots of black."

"No. Sara would kill us." Warrick said.

"Yeah, and Grissom would hide the bodies and create an alibi." Catherine joked.

"Yeah, and no one would be able to solve the case cause they're the best…ooh scary." Greg shuddered.

"Which is exactly why we should stay on their good side. Which means no tomb stones, no skulls, no old people jokes, and no dark colors." Catherine pointed out. Warrick nodded in agreement.

She climbed off the ladder and surveyed her work. As Warrick was passing by with the chairs, he paused to whisper in her ear. "I love it when you get authoritive." he let his lips brush her ear lobe and his tongue darted out to caress her ear. She shivered and dropped her box of decorations. She grabbed his hand and started to back him towards the stairs.

"Greg, we're uh…we're gonna go um…go set up decorations up stairs." Catherine lied and the couple flew up the stairs. Greg turned around confused.

"But the party is down stairs and…oh…eeww!" He heard giggling and thumping, "Apparently the party is up stairs." He laughed at his joke and went back to decorating.


Grissom and Sara had finished their five courses and were now moving on to desert. Sara motioned for the waiter to bring over their 'special' desert. The waiter brought over a silver tray with a silver covering. He set it down on the table and refilled their wine. He left without a word and Sara smiled.

She lifted the covering to reveal a plate of strawberries and chocolate fondue. Grissom smiled at her deviously. "Sara…"

"Shush." She ordered playfully. She picked up the strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate. She brought it to his mouth and fed it to him seductively. He ate it slowly and sucked on her thumb. She smiled. She repeated her movements but accidentally dripped chocolate on her hand. Grissom ate it off and she giggled.

"You certainly have been giggling quiet frequently. I never pictured you as a giggler."

Sara blushed and shrugged. "I guess you bring it out in me."

"You know what you bring out in me…"

"Gilbert Alexander Grissom, we are in a classy restaurant. You can't be talking about your frustration." Sara reprimanded and Grissom chuckled.

"I was going to say, 'you bring out the best in me'. I guess you're the one with the dirty mind Mrs. Grissom."

"Hey," She dipped another strawberry, "my mind can be as dirty as it wants as long as it's with and about you."

"Ah…so how come that doesn't work with me?"

"Because I'm Sara and I'm special."

"That I must toast to."

"No…"

"Alright. To you."

"To you."

"To us."

"Cliché."

"I know."

Sara smiled as they linked arms and drank.


A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. They're really helping because I have MAJOR writer's block! Ahhhh! Please give me some constructive criticism. Oh! P.S. I figured out how to make separations in the chapter. Yay! pats self on back