I Do Not Own CSI

"Gil," Sara asked, as they finally sat down to dinner. They had finally gotten the boys fed, bathed, changed. Both boys were now lying in their swings with their bottles, almost asleep.

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking."

"About?"

"Work."

"Sara..."

"No, I need to go back. I need to do something productive and I need to get out of this house."

"But…"

"Please?"

"Are you sure about this? I know it's been a little over a month since everything happened, I just don't want you rushing yourself back into work."

"I'm not rushing back. I promise that I will take it easy and not overdue myself. It's just, I'm starting to go a little stir crazy around here. It's babies all day, every day. Don't get me wrong, I love being home and spending time with Samuel and Garrett, but in a few more months I won't be able to work and I am going to be stuck at home with four babies. I just need to have some adult time for a bit, even if that means working besides Hodges for eight hours."

"You must be desperate," Gil said with a soft smile as Sara finished her rant.

"Just a little. Please, let me come back."

"If you think you're ready then, yes, you can come back. On one condition…"

"What?"

"That if you need to sleep, go lay down in my office, take a break, and try and relax."

"That is one promise I can keep."

"Sara, you're back," Catherine said with a smile as Sara walked into the break room, her baby bump leading the way.

"And you popped!"

"I know, this is so not fair. You're due before me yet I'm bigger than you."

"But you're back," Nick asked.

"For the time being, I needed out of the house."

"That's okay, you can save me from throttling Hodges."

"Is he asking too many questions again," Sara asked.

"Did he do that with you, too?"

"Yeah, he doesn't do that anymore though," Sara replied with a smile.

"What did you do," Greg asked.

"What did who do," Grissom asked, coming into the room.

"Sara did something to Hodges."

"You haven't even been in the building fifteen minutes," Gil said with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't do anything, I swear," Sara said with a snicker.

"Come on, Sara, spill," Warrick said.

"Hodges wouldn't shut up about women and the changes that we go through when we're pregnant. I finally had enough of it and told him that if he didn't shut up I was going to make sure he would never get the chance to have a child, and I would start with one of the most important pieces of the male anatomy."

"Why didn't I think of that," Catherine said.

"You really said that," Warrick asked.

"Blame the pregnancy brain, Cath, and yes, Rick, I really did," Sara replied as the men all winced.

"Ok guys, assignments."

"So, you're birthday is coming up in a couple days, any plans," Catherine asked Sara in the fingerprint lab where they were helping Jacquie with a backlog of prints.

"I have no idea. All Gil told me was that we're going out! I got a match for you, Jacquie," Sara said, handing over her results.

"Thank god for you two tonight, I'll be right back."

"He hasn't given you a clue to anything?"

"No."

"Well, I'm sure it will be fun either way. Gil can do romance, right?"

"Yeah, he's got a pretty good romantic bone."

"Hey, Nick," Grissom said as he, Nick, Warrick and Greg all drove to their triple homicide.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing on Saturday?"

"Something with Maddie most likely, why?"

"Sara's birthday is on Saturday, and I wanted to take her out for the night and was in need of a babysitter."

"Your mom can't?"

"She said something about a friend of hers coming into town."

"Yeah, why not, they'll probably be asleep most of the time anyway."

"Want some help, Nick, I can come over and hang with you for awhile," Warrick chimed in.

"You get diaper duty."

"Can I come too," Greg asked.

"Yeah, why not. Hey, we could even have a little get-together before you whisk Sara off. Where are you taking Sara," Nick asked.

"That is for me to know and Sara to brag about later."

"Please tell me where we're going," Sara asked.

"No."

"Pretty please, with a cherry on top?"

"No," Gil said with a chuckle as the doorbell went off.

"The babysitters are here. Want to answer that?"

"Fine," Sara huffed out as she opened the door.

"Wow, Sara, what's got you all riled up," Greg asked, taking a step back.

"Watch it, Greg. Sara's pregnant with twins, she's liable to slap you twice as hard," Nick joked.

"Are you going to let us in, Sara," Warrick asked.

"I guess, we're going to need babysitters."

"Happy Birthday, by the way," Greg said, giving Sara a hug and handing her a small box.

"Greg?"

"It's from all of us," Greg said, indicating to the three men.

"Yeah, we all went and picked it out a few days ago," Nick said as Sara took the top off of the box, her breath catching in her throat.

"Guys, it's too much."

"No, Sara, it's not," Warrick said, taking the gold locket from her hands so he could clasp it behind her neck.

"And if you look inside, there's a picture of all your boys in there," Nick added.

"Thank you, you really didn't have to."

"Catherine's coming over tomorrow afternoon to give you her gift. She said you'd love it."

"I'm sure she will," Gil said, coming into the front hallway, Samuel and Garrett following in his wake.

"Their bottles and baby food are in the fridge with instructions. If you need us, we have our cells on," Gil said, helping Sara with her jacket.

"Have fun, guys."

"Enjoying your food," Gil asked as he watched Sara devour her pasta.

"Thoroughly. What are we doing after dinner?"

"You're just going to have to wait a little longer, Sara. Finish you dinner, we still have dessert yet."

"You know that was always my favourite part of any meal."

"We're going to the movies," Sara asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," Sara said a little off.

"Two please," Gil said, handing over money to the cashier.

"Come on, do you want some popcorn or a drink?"

"No, I'm stuffed."

"Then come on then," Gil said, ushering Sara towards their theatre.

"Mr. Grissom, and I assume this is the Mrs.?"

"It is, Jack. Thanks for doing this," Gil said as Sara looked on, confused.

"Never a problem, Mr. Grissom, if you two will follow me to your seats," Jack said, leading them to two center row seats about half way back.

"Have a nice evening."

"Gil, why isn't there anyone else in here?"

"This theatre is ours for the night."

"Really?"

"Yeah, now get comfy, the movie is going to start in a minute," Gil said as the film previews started to roll. Sara situated herself in the crook of Gil's neck as he put his arm around her shoulder.

"Casablanca? That's what we're watching?"

"I know it's your favourite."

"Thank you," Sara said softly, as Gil ran his fingers through her hair.

Laughter was what alerted the babysitters that Gil and Sara were home.

"Hey, shhhh, we just got them to sleep," Nick said.

"Just now? They should have been in bed hours ago," Gil said.

"Long story, they're ok. They just know how to make a mess with their food."

"I guess we should have warned you," Sara said with a chuckle.

"I don't think that would have made much of a difference. Those two have a good grip," Greg said, as Sara pulled something that looked like pureed peas out of his hair.

"Ready for fatherhood, Warrick?"

"Gil?"

"Hmm," Gil mumbled into Sara's neck, as they lay intertwined on the bed.

"Can you do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Make love to me."

TBC

Some nice fluff after all that agnst. I could totally picture grissom renting out the whole theatre and getting them to play sara's favourite movie!

anyways thanks for all the wonderful reviews, there always fun to read

Katie