I Do Not Own CSI

"What smells so good," Sara asked, opening her eyes to look at her husband who was watching her and their sons sleep.

"Mom and James are downstairs cooking breakfast."

"They're still here?"

"Yeah, after you fell asleep last night I went downstairs for a glass of water and they were both in the kitchen planning a breakfast buffet. They were both a little worried."

"Do they know what happened?"

"They do now, I filled them in. I told them not to worry, but-"

"They can't help it, I know." Sara finished as she gazed down at Samuel who was starting to open his eyes.

"Good morning, Samuel," Sara cooed as she brushed her knuckles over his chubby cheeks and getting a smile in return.

"That is the only thing I needed, I feel much better now."

"Well, what do you say about getting up and getting something to eat and then checking in with Nick to see how Maddie is doing?"

"Oh god, I forgot all about Maddie!"

"I called Nick last night when I got up. Maddie was in surgery to repair the nerve damage in her shoulder. He said it would take awhile and then he was going to go sleep in her recovery room. She's not allowed visitors until seven."

"Gil, it's eight."

"And we needed rest, and possibly a shower."

"Are you saying I smell?"

"I'm saying I smell. How about family bath time when Garrett wakes up?"

"I can nurse that way, too," Sara said as Gil's stomach rumbled.

"Hungry, babe?"

"More than you know," Gil said with passion in his eyes.

"Later, after we visit with Maddie, and the boys are down for their nap, promise," Sara said, stroking Gil's cheek.

"It's about time you four came down," Greg said.

"What are you guys doing in our kitchen," Gil asked, his hair still glistening wet, Garrett propped up on his shoulder with his soother in his mouth as he focused on Bruno who was jumping at Gil's feet.

"We were invited," Catherine stated as Sara came in the kitchen behind Gil, her hair also wet, Samuel in the crook or her arm.

"Were we interrupting anything," Warrick asked.

"Nah, just a shower with my boys," Sara said as Marie handed her a plate and taking Samuel in return.

"Thank you."

"James helped," Marie said with a smile, holding onto her arm and signing.

"Are you really ok?"

"I am. So, has anyone got any news for me on Nick and Maddie?"

"I just got off the phone with Nick before you came down. Her surgery went well but she was still sleeping when I called," Jim answered as Marie handed him a large plate of eggs and bacon.

"A woman after my own heart."

"You're just easy, Jim," Catherine snickered out.

"Yeah, well."

"So what happens now? With the case," Sara asked.

"We solved it before we got here. All your stories check out."

"What, you didn't believe us," Gil asked with a raised eyebrow as Marie placed a large plate in front of him.

"Thanks," he said as Marie nodded.

"Of course we did, Gil. Anyway, we checked out his car and found medication for schizophrenia. It looked like it hadn't been touched in a few weeks."

"That explains his mood swings," Gil mumbled.

"I wonder if Maddie knew he was schizophrenic," Sara wondered.

"That's something to ask when we're at the hospital."

"Mom, are you going to sit down and eat or just putter around the kitchen all morning," Gil signed as soon as Marie looked over.

"Sorry, I'll eat."

"Mom, what's wrong," Sara asked.

"Nothing, really, I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You have tears in your eyes."

"Onions."

"First of all you're a horrible liar. Second, there are no onions in this meal. Start talking," Gil said, taking Garrett and putting him in his swing. Sara followed with Samuel then followed Gil and Marie into the other room.

"I wonder what's wrong with Marie," Greg wondered.

"She almost lost her son and daughter last night, Greg. It's a lot to take in," James finally said.

"Mom?"

"I'm fine, Gil, Sara, really, I'm ok."

"You don't look ok."

"I will be. I think the reality of what happened last night is just starting to hit and…"

"Oh, Mom, come here," Sara said, pulling her into a hug, pulling back slightly so she could read he lips.

"We're ok, we're all ok, we're still here, and we plan on being around for a long time."

"Yeah, you want more grand babies anyway, so we have to stick around," Gil said as Sara lightly punched him in the gut with a smile.

"Not yet, though."

"Knock, knock, you up for some company," Sara asked as she and Gil stepped into the hospital room, the boys in their carriers alongside them.

"Hey," Maddie croaked out, her throat dry.

"Here," Sara said, handing her the glass of water.

"Where's Nick," Gil asked, setting the carrier down.

"I sent him away to get some sleep and a shower. I think he went to Warrick's."

"Probably."

"How you doing," Sara asked.

"Ok, pain medication is great. My arm is going to be in a sling for awhile, though."

"I know what that feels like. At least you don't have a cast to add on top of it."

"I'm sorry, Sara."

"For what?"

"For bringing Jacob into your lives."

"You couldn't have predicted this, Maddie. We're all alive and healthy for the most part, so let's not dwell on the bad stuff, ok. Plus, I should be thanking you."

"For what?"

"You pretty much saved my life. You tackled him to the ground. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you how stupid of a move that was, you could have gotten killed!"

"It was worth it, Sara. There was no way I was going to let those two grow up without their mom. Plus, now I'll have a really cool scar to show off."

"You're such a guy sometimes," Sara snorted out.

"Hey," Gil said.

"What, you love telling me how you got that scar on the side of your ribs."

"Do tell," Maddie said to Gil.

"I was ten, playing in my tree house. I saw a really big beetle on one of the arms of the tree, but in order to get it I had to crawl down the branch."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah, I ended up falling about ten feet, onto a really sharp stick. Hurt like hell."

"I'll bet."

"Anyway, Mom freaked and called 911. It wasn't that serious, could have been, but the stick didn't puncture my lung, just left a really huge scar."

"We can compare once mine is healed."

"Maybe get Nick on it too. He has a really cool one on his leg."

"He does," Sara asked.

"Yeah, some kind of fishing accident," Maddie said as her eyes started to close tiredly.

"We'll leave and come back later, ok."

"M'kay, bye," Maddie mumbled as Sara leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Ok, the house is ours. The boys are still sleeping, I'm ready to fulfill my promise now," Sara said with a seductive smile.

"I love it when I get to cash in on promises."

TBC

Does this chapter help with the fluff that i'm sure everyone needs???lol

My dad actually has a scar on his side from falling on this huge stick. my grandma freaked out when it happened and almost gave herself a heart attack, lol.

thanks for all those reviews, there great

Katie