I Do Not Own CSI

"Hey Jim, are you throwing a bachelor party for Grissom," Warrick asked.

"I was thinking about it."

"Strippers, got to have strippers," Greg said as Nick nodded in agreement.

"I don't think Gil would go for strippers, guys," Catherine said.

"But their so much fun," Greg argued.

"Yes, but as long as I've known Gil he's never been into the stripper scene. He would rather sit at a table and smoke a cigar and play poker than go to a strip club."

"Why don't we do a poker night at my house, just the guys," Jim suggested, getting nods from the team.

"I'll just call a stripper in," Greg whispered to Nick.

"Hey guys," Gil said, coming into the room.

"Hey, Gil. Wow, you were almost late," Jim said, looking at his watch.

"Sara and I went to look at a house and then to dinner."

"Where was the house," Nick asked.

"About a half hour from here, but it was a no go."

"How come?"

"Didn't have what we wanted," Gil said simply, turning to Jim for assignments.

"Right, Catherine, Warrick, you two have a DB off of Tropicana. Nick, Greg, you two are going dumpster diving. Gil, you and I have a double homicide. That's it, let's go."

"What do we have, Vartan," Gil asked.

"My guess, domestic dispute gone bad. Looks like the husband killed the wife then shot himself," he said, walking with them.

Looking at the broken glass and messed up furniture around the house, Gil agreed about the domestic dispute.

"They're a young couple," Jim said, looking at the bodies.

"Driver's licenses put their ages at 30."

"What a shame," Gil muttered as Vartan left.

"You want to scope out the other rooms then help in here," Jim asked.

"Yeah, I'll start upstairs first," he said leaving. Going up the stairs, Gil looked into the first room, bathroom.

"Nothing much in here," he muttered, looking through cabinets and drawers and then making his way further down the hall.

Hearing a slight noise, Gil stopped dead in his tracks and put his hand on his gun, taking it out of its holster. Hearing the noise again, Gil walked towards the closed bedroom door.

"LVPD," Gil said, coming into the bedroom, gun raised only to find a cowering puppy in the corner, crying. Putting his gun back, Gil walked towards the animal.

"Hey, buddy," he said, holding out his hand for the puppy to sniff then petting him slowly when the dog licked his hand.

"What's your name," Gil said, looking at his collar.

"'Bruno', fitting for a boxer puppy." The dog warmed up to him more, licking his fingers and aching to be petted.

"Well, aren't you an affectionate little guy."

"Come on, we have to call animal control. Let's get you out of here," Gil said, taking his collar and walking down the hall with the dog. Bruno eagerly came with him.

"Find anything, Gil," Jim asked.

"Yeah, Bruno."

"Who's Bruno," Jim asked looking up.

"You found a dog?"

"In a corner upstairs, I'm going to call animal control and get him out of here."

"Ok," he said, watching as Gil left with the dog.

"I like you, I have someone at home who would really like you, too," Gil said as he put the dog in his truck and giving him a good rub as Bruno sat on his haunches and melted into Gil's touch.

"You want me to watch him until animal control gets here, Grissom," Vartan asked.

"That would be great, thanks. Bye, Bruno." Grissom said softly, turning around to go back inside the house

"So the husband found the wife in bed with another man, he killed her, then, after realizing what he had done, couldn't stand to look at himself and committed suicide," Gil explained, laying out the last of the evidence in front of Jim.

"What a shame, murder never solves anything. They could have gone to counselling or even a divorce. I hate these cases."

"Try having this case and getting married in a week, Jim, not the best encouragement."

"But you and Sara are different. You two would never cheat on one another and you know how to work your problems out. You have communication; I think that's what a lot of married couples are lacking these days. I know that was part of the reason I split with my wife."

"True enough. Look, I'm going to punch out for the day, see you tomorrow."

"Have a good day, Gil," he said, watching him pack up the evidence.

"And, Gil"

"Yeah"

"This won't happen to you and Sara."

"Thanks, Jim."

"Get your shoes on, I want to take you somewhere," Gil said, entering their bedroom.

"But that means getting out of bed; this nice, warm bed."

"I promise you, it will be worth it."

"Can you give me ten minutes?"

"You can have all the time you need."

"What are we doing here," Sara asked.

"I want you to meet someone," Gil said, leading her into the shelter.

"Excuse me, there was a boxer puppy brought in here last night, Bruno. Can we see him," Gil asked the receptionist.

"He's a sweetie but very shy. I can take you back."

"Thanks"

"Start explaining," Sara said as they walked.

"I found him at my scene last night; bad domestic dispute, both ended up dead. Bruno was upstairs crying in a corner, but as soon as he saw me, he stopped."

"He's got a place in your heart already," she said as they came into view of the whining puppy.

"Just back there, if you need anything else let me know."

"Thank you," Gil said to the receptionist as they went towards the puppy.

Bruno, upon seeing Gil, stopped whining and barked, a happy bark, his long tongue sticking out in excitement.

"Someone's happy to see you," Sara said as they both bent down to pet Bruno.

"He's friendly."

"And a puppy, we can still train him," Gil said.

"You want to take him home," Sara asked.

"I do. I don't know what it is about this guy but…."

"You connected Gil, that's ok. But can we handle a dog? I mean, the townhouse isn't that big."

"But we're not staying there forever."

"What about when we are both working?"

"We get a sitter, plus once you're further along in your pregnancy you will be leaving shift on time."

"And when the babies come?"

"I'll feel a lot better knowing that we have a dog around, a little extra protection never hurt. Plus, were you not the one who asked for a dog?"

"I know I did, I just thought it would be awhile before we got one, like when we got a house, but…" she said as the dog was pretty much purring with pleasure as Sara rubbed a sweet spot behind his ear.

"But….."

"He's turning me to mush with that face. If we get him we each do the dog chores."

'That's fair"

"And when I can't see my feet?"

"I'll do them all."

"Well, now you have yourself a deal. But are you sure there's no one that wants him, maybe the victims' families?"

"We talked to both families this morning, neither wanted the dog."

"Then I guess we have a dog."

"You hear that boy, you're coming home with us," Gil said, smiling as he petted Bruno.

Bruno, seeing the happy faces and excitement, barked.

"I think he understood you, Gil."

"That's my boy"

TBC

So Bruno is now in the picture, lol, and a puppy!

thanks for all those reviews

Katie