I Do Not Own CSI

RING, RING, RING! Gil's cell phone rang.

"Gil Grissom's phone, Sara Grissom speaking," Sara said, answering as Gil shook his head from the bathroom door as he brushed his teeth.

"Hi, this is Terry Jones, the real estate agent."

"Hi Terry, I hope you have some good news for me."

"This is Mrs. Grissom I am talking to, right."

"You betch ya"

"Well, then I have some wonderful news, you and your husband are proud new home owners."

"Really, they accepted, they don't want more? I mean, we put down the bare minimum bid."

"Really Mrs. Grissom, the family just wants the house sold. They even asked if you wanted the furniture that was in it."

"That stuff is antique! They just want to give it away? All it needs is a little bit of work and it will be as good as new again."

"They told me that anything that was in the house when you walked through you is free to have. The family has taken everything they want already, and the rest I guess is just a nuisance."

"We'll take it! My brother is an interior designer, he'll be able to fix it up or at least help," Sara said with a smile as Gil just raised his eyebrow, not knowing who she was talking to.

"I'll let them know. So all I need for you and your husband to do is come by my office in the next few days to sign the paperwork and it's all yours. You can move in whenever you want."

"We're in Boston today but we'll be back in Vegas tomorrow afternoon. What if we come by the day after that?"

"That will be fine. I'll see you two then."

"Thanks, Terry," Sara said, hanging up.

"Who's Terry?"

"Are you sure you're not going senile yet," Sara said, rolling her eyes.

"I would like to hope not."

"Terry is, was, our real estate agent."

"Oh, that Terry"

"Yes, that Terry, he had some news for us."

"We got the house," Gil said, wrapping his arms around Sara.

"We got the house and everything in it!"

"Even the books? They had some wonderful old books in there that even I don't own."

"Only you would ask about the books," Sara snickered.

"Yes, you can keep the books, and we get that beautiful furniture that was left there, too; including that huge four poster bed. All we have to do is put our mattress on it and we'll be set."

"The dining room table, too? That thing was huge, lots of room for us to grow into."

"Yes, the table, too. Terry said that anything that was in the house when we saw it we can have," Sara said, snuggling up to Gil even more and leaning up too kiss his lips.

"Minty, beats the morning breath."

"So, we have one day left in Boston before we have to head back to reality. What do you suggest we do," Gil asked.

"You know, I really don't know. We never did go on the Charles River boat. We could go do that, maybe eat lunch in the park."

"Let's go out for dinner tonight. We can get dressed up a bit and go someplace a little fancy."

"I didn't bring anything fancy to wear."

"Then I guess we're going shopping."

"This is beautiful," Sara said as they sat under a huge shade tree, eating their late lunch.

"Yes, you are."

"That was sweet but I was talking about the day and this park. You don't get this much beauty in Vegas until you're out of the city and even that can be sparse."

"I know, Vegas isn't anything like San Francisco or Boston but we'll make it work. We'll try our best to get out of the city as much as possible and stick to the not so busy part of Vegas."

"It helps that our house isn't directly in the city, too."

"Speaking of the house, now that it's ours, we have a lot of work to do."

"I was thinking about that."

"And," Gil asked.

"I was thinking maybe James could help us find someone reliable to help fix up the house."

"What happened to putting in all the hard work?"

"I still will, but I won't be able to do some things, like heaving lifting."

"You just want to take moving day off."

"That too, but I don't want to put too much stress on my body when it's still healing."

"I know, honey, I was just teasing. I'm sure James will know someone who knows someone that can help us out."

"We're going to have to make two nurseries," Sara said, moving her hand over her small bulge on her stomach.

"What color should we paint them?"

"I guess we'll know once we find out the…"

"Let's not find out."

"What," Sara said, turning around in Gil's arms.

"Let's keep it a surprise."

"You don't want to know?"

"I do, but…"

"But"

"Everything in today's world is spoiled. There are not a lot of surprises left. This…" Gil said, placing his hand on her stomach. "This should be a surprise."

"So even I can't find out?"

"I think that if you find out I'll want to know. Maybe it's best if it's a surprise for both of us."

"Let's just keep talking about it. We can't find out until at least the 16th week, if they co-operate, and I'm only going into week twelve."

"That's a good week, the miscarriage rate drops at week twelve."

"I think these babies are here to stay, Gil."

"So, how fancy are we talking here," Sara asked as she browsed through dresses.

"Not like a ball gown or anything. Just something classic, beautiful, that makes you even more gorgeous than you already are."

"Oh honey, he's a keeper," the woman browsing next to Sara said.

"That's why I married him."

"Ok, give me some time to find a dress. Why don't you go over to the men's department and find something for yourself," Sara suggested as Gil nodded and walked away.

"How long have you been married?"

"Almost two weeks; we're on our honeymoon," Sara said, looking though the racks.

"Here, try this one," the woman said, handing Sara a dress.

"Oh, I don't know, it's a little low cut."

"Trust me, honey, you can fill it out. Go try it at least."

"I guess it never hurt to try. Thanks."

"No problem."

"Sara, you ready," Gil said, knocking on the bathroom door. Their reservation was in a half hour.

"I am," she said, emerging from the small room.

"Wow"

"You like?"

"I like. You're stunning," Gil said, spinning her. Sara was in a little red dress with spaghetti straps and a draped low cut in the front. Not enough that Sara's breasts were falling out but enough to cause some attention.

"Shall we eat?"

"I think we should order in," Gil said huskily as he pulled Sara close.

"I believe it was your idea to go out to eat, so that's where we're going, babe,"

"Why don't we just get room service and eat on the balcony."

"Nope, I want that fresh Italian pasta. We're eating out."

"No fun"

"Oh trust me, Gil, you'll get your fun."

TBC

I would give Grissom some fun too, lol

Sorry folks, looks like your going to have to wait until the babies are born to find out the sexes.LOL. My brother did exactly that to his wife, he wanted to keep it a surprise and she wanted to find out. He made her wait until the baby was born. But you know it makes it that much more special in the end! But feel free to take a guess!

Again thank you for every single one of those reviews! They are always fun to read and make writing just that much more fun!

Katie