I Do Not Own CSI

"So, Sara," Marie said, turning around to look at her as she scrambled eggs.

"So, Marie," Sara said with a questioning eyebrow.

"Ok, I'm just going to ask once. After that I won't say a thing."

"Okay…"

"Have you and Gil thought about kids, having a baby, giving me a grandchild," she asked somewhat sheepishly making Sara smile.

"Well, seeing as you're only going to ask once I'll answer."

"And"

"And we have talked about it."

"And the verdict would be?"

"One day, when we're both ready both professionally and personally, we'll start trying for a baby."

"You do realize Gil is forty two, right? I mean I know that's not old but he should be able to run around with his kids and be able to keep up with them."

"So, now it's more than one baby?"

"Well, I just assumed that you would have more than, oh I didn't mean to imply, I just figured that seeing as Gil was an only - ," seeing Sara laugh, Marie stopped talking.

"Marie, I'm just pulling your leg a bit. Gil and I did talk about it and we would be happy with one, but we both don't want to have just one. I have a brother back in San Francisco and he has always been there for me. Gil talked about being an only child and wishing he had another sibling. So, if the stars align for us, there will hopefully be more than one baby."

"You wouldn't happen to know when that time might be would you" Marie teased out.

"You really want to be a grandmother don't you?"

"I really do!"

"Well, I'll tell you this much."

"What's that?"

"That we're all good on the professional part and we're almost there on the personal part, too," She said, making Marie smile Gil's smile as she turned back to the eggs.

"Marie," Sara said, tapping her one the shoulder.

"Yes"

"We want to get married before we have kids." And with that Sara was pulled into a large embrace.

"You don't know how happy that makes me. I know both you and Gil don't really believe in religion," she said as Sara stopped her.

"Hold on there a second. Where did that come from?"

"Well, I know Gil doesn't go to church and you said something about not being a big religion fan."

"But we both still believe in God, or something greater. When we do decide to get married it won't be in a church and it may not even be done by a priest but we will still be married in the eyes of God and State. We just don't feel the need to live our lives by rules that were written thousands of years ago, that's all."

"I'm just happy you two want to get married. For a long time I thought Gil might be a bachelor his whole life with no kids and no family. But after I met you I knew that had changed," Marie said as the two sat down at the kitchen table with their breakfast.

"You did, how?"

"He had this look on his face, a look of love, adoration, and that silly little grin men get when they have fallen head over heels for someone. When I saw him watch you walk away to change that first day we met, I at first thought he was just watching your backside and I was just about to smack his arm when I watched you turn around and wink at him. It was like you two had this whole silent conversation just by looking at each other. That's when I knew you were going to be different than anyone else he ever dated."

"When we first met, I knew within the first five minutes of meeting him that he was it for me. I got butterflies in my stomach just from making eye contact with him."

"I never did hear the story of how you two met."

"Well…."

"Dr. Grissom, that was a wonderful lecture," Sara said, holding out her hand for Grissom to shake.

"I'm glad you enjoyed Miss-," Grissom said, shaking her hand while she wondered if he felt the same jolt of electricity go through him as she did.

"Sidle, but please call me Sara."

"Ok Sara, I do have to admit that you have been one of my more vocal guests in a very long time. You sure do know how to ask a lot of questions."

"I'm sorr…"

"Please, don't apologize. It was actually kind of nice to have someone in the audience who wasn't completely bored out of their mind. But I do apologize for having to answer other people's simple minded questions."

"Don't be, I get it. But I was actually wondering if you could answer some more of my questions," she said as other people started to filter into the room.

"I would love to but I think there's another lecture in here in a couple minutes."

"Oh"

"Tell you what, there's a café just around the corner, how about we go get a cup of coffee and you can ask me all the questions you want."

'How about do you want to spend happily ever after with me' Sara thought.

"I would love to, my treat."

"Nonsense, sorry Sara I'm a little old fashioned in my ways, coffee is on me."

"And when the bill came for our four coffees and then dinner later on he wouldn't let me even see the bill let alone help pay for at least half of it."

"He get's that from his father. Gil's dad was always a gentleman, opened car doors, held my hand, took care of bills, and after he passed away I wanted to instil those values in Gil as well."

"And you did," Sara said as she grabbed Marie's hand and gave a squeeze.

"Hey Gil," Jim said, coming through into the hospital room with a young detective Vartan behind him and a dayshift CSI.

"Hi Jim, Vartan, and Samuels, right"

"Yes sir"

"Grissom or Gil, please not sir," Gil said, wincing slightly as he moved around on the bed.

"It's time, Grissom. We need a statement from you about that night. Do you think you can tell us what happened," Vartan asked.

"I don't remember much, it's pretty blurry right now. I only remember bits and pieces."

"We'll take what we can get, Gil," Jim said.

"I take it that you still haven't got much to go on. This guy is in the wind?"

"Looks like," Samuels said.

"Do you remember what your attacker looked like," Vartan asked.

"It was dark out, I didn't see his face, but he had a black hoodie on. I remember him shoving the gun back into the front pocket after he shot me."

"Height, weight"

"Six feet maybe, weight, I'm not sure, he wasn't thin but he wasn't heavy either. He had loose clothing on so…"

"He could weight 140 pounds or 220 pounds," Jim finished as Gil just nodded.

"Do you remember the events of that night," Vartan asked.

"I remember Jim calling me and asking me to help on a case, body with bugs. I believe Jim went inside to collect more evidence and I stayed with the body."

"Was there an officer with you?"

"Out in the front yard I think, but I didn't have one with me, no."

"So what next"

"I finished with the body and was packing up my kit when I heard a gun clicking."

"Then"

"Then it goes fuzzy, everything after that is still hazy. All I remember is to that point and then waking up in the hospital with a tube down my throat and my mom and Sara with me."

"If you remember anymore, Grissom, please let us know," Samuels said as he stood.

"Sorry I can't be much more help."

"It's not your fault, Gil," Jim said as Vartan and Samuels left.

"I know that but I have a weird feeling that this was personal and I don't like the fact that this guy is still running around out there."

"We'll get him, Gil, I promise you. We will get him and he will pay," Jim said with conviction in his voice.

OK so i think that's is for backstory for a bit, lol

and were not finished with Gil's attacker, he's sstill out there, dun dun dun

thanks for the reviews

Katie