I Do Not Own CSI

"Is it hot out here or is it just me," Sara asked as the whole gang relaxed out on the back deck for Gil's birthday.

"It's hot, Sara, but you're probably stifling," Catherine said as Lindsay came running up to the table, Bruno following in her wake.

"Mommy, Mommy, can we go swimming, I'm really hot," she asked with her big blue eyes.

"You know a swim does sound good. The pool is functioning, right James."

"Sure is, that's why I said bring your swim suits. You should go in, too, Sara."

"You know, I think I might just do that. I have a swimsuit upstairs that I bought a couple weeks ago."

"You do," Gil asked.

"Yes, Gilbert, I do, come on, get yours on, too," she said with a smile as Gil followed her into the house.

"Just remember that you're supposed to be cooling her down, Gil, not making her hot," Marie said, eliciting laughs from the group.

"He always makes me hot," Sara yelled back, making Gil blush as he followed her into the house.

"And your pregnant belly is evidence of that," Jim called back.

"You cannot go out in that," Gil said as Sara came out in a black bikini, showing off her expanding stomach.

"And why not," Sara asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because…."

"Because…"

"Because, I don't want all the guys out there drooling over you."

"Honey, I'm five months pregnant, I doubt they will be drooling over me."

"Want to make a bet on that?"

"What's at stake?"

"If I win, I want a striptease, just like the one you did when we first started dating."

"I don't know if I can still do all those moves, honey."

"Improvise, you do have a brilliant mind."

"And if I win?"

"What do you want?"

"A striptease"

"You want me to do a striptease?"

"Oh yeah, booty shaking and all!"

"Deal"

"That easy?"

"Yep, because I know I'm going to win," Gil said simply.

"Ok, who's ready for a swim," Gil asked as he set his towel down, Sara still kind of obscured behind him.

"Me, me, me, Uncle Gil, take me," Lindsay said, already dragging him towards the pool.

"Wow, Sara," Nick whistled out as Gil smirked in the pool.

"Wow, what?"

"Wow, that bikini looks hot," Catherine said as she came out of the house in hers.

"Not so bad yourself, Catherine. Marie, are you going to swim," Sara asked.

"No dear, you all have fun."

"Suit yourself, James you better get your butt in the pool."

"Just waiting for Greg to get out of the bathroom so I can change," he yelled back as Warrick and Greg both came out of the house.

"Race you in, Rick," Greg yelled.

"Not if I get there first," he said as they both ran full pelt towards the deep end of the pool, doing cannonballs.

"Told you I'd win," Warrick said emerging.

"Nah man, I was in first."

"Don't be a sore loser, Greg."

"I'm not, Sara who was in firs…," Greg said as he took a looked at the other end of the pool where Sara was floating with a couple pool noodles.

"What was that, Greg" Sara said, closing her eyes. She knew she had lost the bet.

"Greg," Grissom called a little louder, snapping him out of his trace.

"Huh, what? Oh, who touched the water first?"

"You know I really didn't see with all the water splashing ten feet high, did you, Cath," Sara asked, looking at Warrick who had his eyes on Catherine.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Warrick was first," she said with a blush, turning her attention back to a doggy paddling Lindsay.

"CANNONBALL," James and Nick yelled.

"You guys should really have more respect for the pregnant woman in the pool," Sara said, slapping her wet hair back.

"You woke these two up and now they're both kicking my bladder," Sara said as she stood up and headed for the stairs.

"Sorry, Sar," James said with a smile.

"No, you're not," she said, waddling back into the house.

"So, Grissom, I think you won your bet," Warrick said with a chuckle.

"What bet," Nick asked.

"How did you hear that?"

"I was walking by your bedroom after I was done changing and I overheard the bet."

"Again, what bet," Catherine asked as Gil blushed.

"Grissom is getting some extra loving tonight in the form of a striptease from the one and only Sara."

"Why," Catherine asked amused.

"Because both Greg and Nick ogled my wife like I knew they would. For once, guys, I am actually not mad at you for that," Gil said.

"Uncle Gil, catch me," Lindsay said, jumping as soon as she said it causing Gil to quickly reach out.

"Whoa, Lindsay, next time give me a little more warning please, ok."

"Ok, can we do it again," she asked, already climbing out of the pool ready to jump.

"On the count of three, ok? One, two,"

"THREE," she said, jumping in.

"You're going to be a good dad, Griss," Nick commented.

"And for that, I forgive you for looking at my wife like that."

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday dear, Gil, Gilbert, Grissom, Uncle Gil" Were all called out.

"Happy birthday to you!"

"Happy birthday, honey. Blow out your candles and make a wish," Sara whispered in his ear as the cake was placed in front of him.

"I have everything I want," he whispered back as he closed his eyes and blew out his candles.

"What did you wish for, Griss," Greg asked.

"If I told you I would have to kill you, Greg."

"And it's Grissom, Greg. We would never find your body," Jim laughed out as cake was passed around.

"So, do I get to cash in on my bet now," Grissom asked as he sat on the bed and Sara was in the bathroom.

"I guess, if you want to," Sara replied, coming out of the bathroom in a short silk gown that showed off her baby bump and ample cleavage.

"I want to," Gil finally got out as Sara pressed play on the stereo and 'Black Velvet' played throughout there new bedroom.

TBC

Gotta love black velvet, lol, you can bat grissom will wnjoy his show!

thank you for all the wonderful reviews like always, there so much fun to read!

katie :)