Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.

Spoilers: None that I know of.

Summary: The title pretty much says it all. ;)

A/N: Thanks to CS for being my beta; You're awesome! I've had this story stuck in my brain for a while so here it is!

Gil Grissom silently watching the brunette sleeping next to him. He was
sitting up, resting against the oak headboard of the bed; His bare muscular
chest expanded with each inhaling breath and contracted each time he exhaled.

Their relationship had been going on for nearly six months; Almost like
clockwork, each Friday evening would call Lady Heather and ask if she had plans.
Each time she replied no and the two would spend the weekend together. Gil hadn't told anyone at the lab and he didn't plan on it just yet. God only knows what they would do if they found out he was dating a dominatrix.

He glanced over to the black alarm clock on the night stand next to his side
of the bed. It read 8:04. He had been awake since day break, wanting to wake up and see if she was up yet.

Much to his disappointment, Heather hadn't been awake. So Gil opted to stay awake and continue to wait for her to wake up.

He looked over at her again, a small grin spread on his face; She was
beautiful, even in her sleep.

Her soft brown hair glistened as the sunlight shown through the window; Gil
had opened the blinds and curtains earlier, because he loved the view from
Heather's bedroom. She was lying on her back with her face titled away from Gil.

As a quiet chuckle escaped his lips, she groaned in her sleep and rolled over
to face Gil; She was now on her side. She placed her right elbow into the pillow that had been beneath her head, and supported her head with her hand. She obviously was still a little tired, and without holding her head up she most likely would have fallen back on the pillow and gone back to sleep.

"Hey," She sleepily mumbled, rubbing at her eye with her left hand.

"Sleep well?" Gil inquired. He gently brushed her hair out of face.

Heather nodded a few times. After blinking several times to awaken herself
completely, she lifted her head off of her hand and sat up.

"Would you like some breakfast?" She asked.

The dominatrix looked up into Gil's eyes. Her emerald gaze seemed more
beautiful then he had remembered them. Her eyes were the most gorgeous Gil had ever seen; He had told her that the previous night, actually making Heather blush.

"Breakfast would be great. But I can make it."

"Nonsense. You are my guest," She smiled; With the smile still present on her face, she moved a bit closer to Gil and gave him a quick kiss.

When they separated, she flipped the covers off of her and stood up from the
bed; She was wearing only a long black t-shirt that had somehow transferred from Gil's body to hers in the course of the evening.

Gil watched her walk away until he could no longer see her, only hear the
quiet padding of her footfalls down the stairs.

He wasn't sure what to do; Go down to the kitchen or stay in bed until she
called for him to join her?

In all honestly he didn't feel it was right, Heather making him breakfast; He
felt he should help. After all, it had been his idea to… stay over at her house.

With one swift move, Gil did as Heather had; He tossed the covers off of
himself, revealing the red satin sheets on the bed, and stood up from the bed.

The hardwood floor wasn't cold underneath of his bare feet. It seemed to be
just as warm as the air around him was.

He stood there beside the bed just looking out at the amazing view; All of the Domain's grounds where visible from this particular room. Gil imagined that's why Heather had reserved this room for herself during her early business days and had not made it into a room for her clients.

He was adorning only a pair of solid blue boxers; If it was dark enough, tiny
green crickets glowed in the dark all over the shorts, which amused him most of the time.

Tiptoeing, Gil made his way out of the room and down the stairs. He wasn't
sure why he was tiptoeing; It just felt right for some reason.

Upon reaching the bottom stair, a few noises from the kitchen could be heard. Gil continued to kitchen but stopped just outside the doorway; The door had been propped open and Gil could see Heather rushing about, preparing breakfast for the two.

The shirt she was wearing slightly billowed out behind her as she finished
making the meal.

With a chuckle, Gil took one step into the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

Heather spun around at the sound of his voice; She dropped the fork and plate she had been carrying onto the counter and very slowly walked the few feet between them.

"Making breakfast."

When she reached him, she tilted her head up slightly and kissed him; When
they finally separated, they held each other's gaze for a few moments.

"You really didn't have to do that," Gil whispered.

He locked his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him until their
bodies seemed fused together. He felt as if he could hear her heartbeat and
little did he know, but Heather felt the same way.

"Yes, I did. You are my guest… Mr. Grissom," Heather added with a smile.

She kissed him once again then returned to preparing their breakfast.

Gil watched silently; She was amazing. Not only was she gorgeous, smart and humorous, but he loved her more than he had ever known possible. He had never felt that feeling before in his life; But he had to admit, it was a wonderful feeling.

Finally Heather walked past Gil carrying two plates; She seemed to command him to follow, using only her eyes. Her emerald gaze wasn't something to ignore or disobey, so Gil walked after her with a grin.

The two strode out onto the cement patio, decorated with flowers of all sorts;
A pool was fitted beautifully into the middle of the scene, satisfying any and
all needs for tranquility.

Heather gently placed the plates on the glass table overlooking the entire
deck; She slipped into one of the green cushioned seats and waited for Gil to
follow suit.

He did so almost immediately; Everything looked amazing.

"So… what are we eating?" He inquired. It was very obvious; Eggs, toast with jam, and tea. He knew Heather's food had been prepared differently to fulfill her diabetic needs.

Heather simply gazed at him, not speaking. After breaking the look, she
silently sipped her tea, then finished the rest of her breakfast in record time;
Of course, she used ever manner possible and ate tiny bites but was still
finished before Gil.

She checked her watch; 9:25.

She wondered how long Gil had been awake; He didn't seem tired. In fact, it appeared he was extremely energetic this morning.

Time seem to creep by as she waited for Gil to finish his meal. As the last
bite of egg entered his mouth, she stood up from her seat.

"I'm going for a swim," Heather announced.

Then without waiting for a reply, she strolled off toward the pool; It was
only about ten feet away from their table so it didn't take long for her to
reach it.

Heather glanced back at Gil with a wicked grin, then unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall to the ground.

He hadn't remembered her putting her bikini on before leaving the room, so Gil couldn't help but wonder where she had done so.

She dove into the pool. The smallest splash followed but that was all it took
for Gil to jump out of his seat.

He wasn't going to wait after eating; He was joining her now, whether it
caused him to get sick or not.

"Hey," She smiled as she came up for air.

"Hi."

Gil repeated what she had and a moment later came up for air. His
salt-and-pepper hair was now slicked back, making him resemble a thug from a movie.

Heather obviously caught onto this; She giggled for moment then swam away. Gil followed after her, in hot pursuit of her slender figure making her way through the water in an almost mermaid-like fashion.

The two stayed in the pool until the early afternoon; Just being in one
another's presence was enough to please the both of them. Gil had never felt
that way before; And he hoped it would never end.

Much Later That Night

Heather paced silently in her bathroom; She had had her suspicions. Something was wrong. But was it what she had assumed?

A pregnancy test sat on the marbled sink. The directions had told her to lay
it on a flat surface and leave it there for five minutes.

Those five minutes seemed to take an eternity to pass.

Thoughts rushed through her mind. What if she was pregnant? Gil was definitely the father; She loved him too much to ever cheat on him. But would he want to be a father?

The contemplations were overwhelming; Heather walked to the bath tub and sat on the edge. She cleared her mind by counting the remaining time her head.

Three minutes and twenty five seconds; Then one minute nine seconds. Fifteen seconds and then finally, the five minutes had vanished.

Unsurely she stood up and walked to the sink; If she was pregnant, not only
her future rested on that counter; Her baby's and Gil's, also.

Heather looked at the test with a heavy sigh.

It very clearly read, "Pregnant".

She briefly considered not telling him; But then decided Gil would find out
later. Making a very rash decision, Heather rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

Gil spotted her from the bottom of the stairs; He looked up at her, sensing
something was wrong.

"What is it?" He inquired.

"I'm pregnant."