I Do Not Own CSI

"Mmm, this is nice," Sara said as she leaned her head against Gil as they both sat in the hot bath, the scent of vanilla filling the air.

"Yes it is," Gil replied. He brushed the washcloth over Sara's rounding belly, where pokes from the babies could be seen.

"Are you going to tell me what we're doing for my birthday?"

"No, it's still a surprise even though we had to push it back a couple weeks."

"So I get no clue at all?"

"Nope, other than it's going to be a fun night and you don't have to do a whole lot. There's not a lot of walking involved."

"This whole not being able to work anymore sucks."

"I know, honey, but it's what's best for you and the babies at this point. I don't want you going into labour when we still have a little less than three months to go."

"It just get's a little boring around here all by myself with only the dog to entertain me."

"Well, Mom is always a phone call away and so are your brother and Jeremy as well as Catherine and the guys. I'm sure any one of the guys from the team would love to spend some time with you on their nights off."

"Oh yeah, what a night they would have with me, the woman who can't get off the couch in one push anymore."

"Actually, Greg's been asking me if you were interested in a movie night. He mentioned something about chick flicks and popcorn."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he misses his buddy around the lab."

"Tell him I miss him too and that if he wants to come over and have a movie night that I would love his company."

"I'll be sure to do that, but in the meantime lean forward so I can wash your back. We have to get out so we can get ready before we're late."

"We're seeing Cirque," Sara asked as they walked to the front doors of the theatre.

"Yeah, I believe this one is called Mystere."

"I don't care what it's called, I've wanted to see one of these shows forever," Sara said, beaming with a brilliant smile that just about melted Grissom's heart.

"Anything for you, honey. Happy belated birthday."

"Thank you," Sara finished with a kiss.

"That was… I have no words for that, it was unbelievable," Sara said as they exited the theatre.

"The way those people can move, just throwing themselves is…, I give them credit because never in a million years would I be able to do something like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I happen to think you might look pretty hot in spandex, Gil."

"I think that would cause most people to cringe, Sara."

"Gilbert Grissom, have you not seen the number of heads you turn? Female heads, and a couple of male ones, too, I might add," Sara said as they linked hands and walked back to the car.

"I do not."

"Yes, you do," Sara said, rolling her eyes as Gil opened her door for her.

"Who?"

"Let's see, my best friend Maddy."

"Sure" Gil said sarcastically

"The first thing she asked me when I came home from our first night together was and I quote 'was his ass as nice as it looked?'."

"Ok, one person."

"Not to mention half the women at your lectures, Gil. And the women at the lab, I've seen them check you out, and that includes Catherine."

"Catherine checks everyone out, Sara."

"Touché. The point I'm trying to make, Gil, is that you are a very sexy and handsome man."

"And I have the most beautiful wife to boot!"

"One who's as big as a whale."

"Now who needs the pep talk? Sara, you're gorgeous."

"I don't feel that way."

"You should, honey," Gil said, taking her hand in his larger one as he drove.

"I happen to find you even sexier right now. You're pregnant with my children, you're glowing. And I happen to know that you were still turning heads at the lab when you were working there."

"Yeah, Greg's."

"And Nick and Warrick, not to mention some lab techs and lawyers."

"They were probably just watching me waddle."

"Sara, I was standing next to a defense lawyer watching you walk down the hall. He slapped me on the shoulder and told me that even pregnant you still had a hot ass and killer legs, not realizing that the person he was talking to was your husband."

"That did not happen!"

"It did, about a week before everything happened."

"Who?"

"I think it was Lombard, and he was a little scared of me when I turned to him and said that the ass and legs he was referring to were my wife's."

"How fast did that man run?"

"He didn't run, more of walked briskly away from me."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For making me feel not so whalish."

"Whalish?"

"Leave me alone, it's my word," Sara teased.

"Mmm, chocolate cake, ice cream, whipped cream and you in bed. What a prefect way to end the evening," Sara moaned out.

"It sure is," Gil croaked, watching his wife eat.

"Want some? Gil," Sara asked, waving her spoon.

"Huh?"

"Did I just lose you to some explicit fantasy?"

"Would you be mad if I said yes?"

"No, because I have had the same fantasy before, too bad we're not allowed to do anything about it, though."

"I think we can survive no sex for awhile, honey."

"I know. It just sucks."

"Just keep thinking its good for the babies," Gil said, kissing her stomach.

"Tell you what," Sara said, grabbing the pad of paper and a pen that were sitting on the nightstand and writing something quickly down.

"Here."

"What's this," Gil said, looking at it.

"It's an IOU for one ice cream and chocolate cake fantasy. As soon as we can have sex again, you can take me up on that," Sara said, already digging back into her bowl.

"You know, I think I might just do that."

TBC

I thought something light and fluffy was due after all the drama i put you through, lol, and don't worry we will see greg and sara's movie night!

And who wouldn't want chocolate cake, whipped cream and grissom in bed, i know i do!

Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!

Katie