I Do Not Own CSI

"You're working tonight," Catherine asked as Gil came into the break room.

"Yeah"

"You got kicked out of the house, didn't you," Jim said, coming in with assignments.

"Something like that, between James and my mom, they have Sara well taken care of."

"And how is Sara," Greg asked.

"Better, tired, but she's ok."

"Can we come visit her," Nick asked.

"I think she would like that. She says she already misses all your bad jokes."

"Well, what do you say after shift we come over," Warrick said.

"Can we make it after tomorrow's shift? Sara has a doctor's appointment in the morning."

"So soon, she still has a cast on," Catherine wondered.

"Just to make sure everything is fine, Catherine," Gil said somewhat lying. They were really going to the OB that Dr. Ringblad suggested for an ultrasound to make sure everything was ok with the babies.

"Oh, ok."

"Can we get to assignments now," Jim asked as the room went quiet.

"Ok, Nick, Warrick ,I want you to take young Greg here on a decomp."

"Fun, fun," Warrick said, taking the slip.

"Don't forget to get lemons, guys," Gil said as the three left the room.

"Why do we need lemons?"

"You'll see, Greg, you'll see," Nick said, slapping him on the back.

"And you two get a DB at the Monaco, victim was stabbed in the back."

"What do you get, Jim?"

"Paperwork, have fun you two."

"Will do," Grissom said.

"So, you and Sara want Lindsay to be the flower girl?"

"Yeah, Sara's best friend is coming in from San Francisco to be her maid of honour, Jim's my best man, and my mother insists that we have a flower girl, and seeing as Lindsay is pretty much my niece…"

"And the only seven year old little girl you know."

"That, too; she would be perfect for it."

"Well, I'll ask her but I'm sure she would love to do it. A new dress and a chance to get all dolled up, she'll love it!"

"That's good."

"Are you getting excited yet, you're only two weeks away."

"I am. I'm glad we didn't push the date back, even though I would have waited for Sara to be completely better."

"How are the bruises on her face?"

"Getting better, I think they'll be gone by the wedding."

"If not, make up covers everything. We're here, ready to work?"

"Sure am."

"I'm guessing she was listening to the radio when she was stabbed," Gil said.

"I think so too, bloody fingerprints all over it, not to mention the volume was turned down," Catherine said as she turned the song up, As Peter Gabriel's 'In Your Eyes' played.

"Do you two have a song yet?"

"A song," Gil said, looking over.

"Yeah, a song; the one you're going to have your first dance to. It's usually the one that is your song, you know."

"Not really"

"Come on, Gil, there has to be one song that means a lot to you and Sara. What was the first song you danced to?"

"Lay, Lady, Lay"

"Bob Dylan, nice"

"But I don't think that's our song."

"Well, you better find one or your DJ is just going to play some random song that doesn't mean anything to either of you."

"I'll keep it in mind, Catherine, but first let's solve the case."

"Fine, fine"

"Catherine, do you think you can finish this case," Gil asked, looking at the clock and seeing that it was 7:30 in the morning.

"I guess, if I don't get anything else by ten I'm out of here. Lindsay and I are going out to find her a dress for your wedding. Your wedding, you know I never thought I would hear myself say that."

"Amazing how things change, isn't it? Thanks Cath, I owe you," Gil said, leaving the room.

"Yes, you do," She yelled back.

"Hey, you're home," Sara said from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I didn't want to miss your appointment."

"Gil, it's not for another couple hours."

"I know," he said, coming up behind her and hugging her.

"Where are my mom and your brother?"

"Grocery shopping, they're planning some big menu for dinner tonight."

"Something good," he whispered.

"Most likely," she said, turning on the radio perched above the sink.

"We don't have a song."

"Huh," Sara asked, turning around.

"We don't have a song. According to Catherine we need a song to dance to that means something to us."

"Gil, I really can't dance at the moment; cast, remember."

"Well, you still have two feet that move and one good arm to put around my neck and I can still put both of mine around you," he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

"A song?"

"Yes, we need a song."

"Well, how about we just listen to the radio for a bit, see what comes on."

"And dance with you for an hour, I like the sounds of that," he said as Elvis came on.

"We could have a true Vegas wedding with Elvis," Gil suggested as Sara laid her head on his shoulder.

"As much as I love Elvis, I don't want our song to be 'I Can't Help Falling In Love With You'," Sara said, curling into him.

"Then we wait for the next one."

"How about this one," Sara asked as Paul McCartney 'Maybe, I'm Amazed' played.

"I have a love hate relationship with the Paul McCartney and the Beatles. After awhile they tend to get on my nerves."

"Then no to that song," Sara mumbled as Gil stroked her hair waiting for the next song to play.

"I like this one," Gil mumbled as they listened to the lyrics.

"I do, too."

"Can this be our song," Gil asked, looking into her eyes.

"I think it should be."

"Good, because I need a shower before we have to go and it's starting to get late."

"Too bad I have this cast on my arm or I would join you."

"Probably wouldn't be the best idea if we want to get out of here today."

TBC

You will fnd out the song,i promise, at the wedding, lol. But i guarntee that it's a good one. Everytime i hear it i can't help but think of GSR

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