They had been together, more or less, from the beginning. It was a casual thing at first a random meeting at a convention. They slept together randomly too. Every so often he'd show up and she'd take him in. They weren't exclusive, they weren't dating, and they weren't much of anything really. It wasn't just sex, well not at first, but sometimes it was. A need to reconnect with nature, with humanity, with her. They were friends, more than friends, less than friends, all rolled up in one convenient package. She was sure he didn't love her at first. They just had sex, but they weren't a couple. There weren't any future plans or any plans at all really. They had sex randomly. One of them would just jaunt over to the others house and there they'd be. No small talk, no hot talks, but just good satisfying sex. Usually he would call her beautiful, and then make breakfast. But most of the time when they had finished he'd kiss her, they'd shower together, and then go off to their respective responsibilities. At a time she had wanted more, she wanted someone to share her life with not some random sex once in a while. So she asked him out on a date, in public together as a couple, and he politely declined. So they went back to random sex, and then she got a boyfriend. The sex stopped. Then the boyfriend-thing collapsed and the sex started up again. After a while he stopped leaving her, he slept at her place more or her at his. Then he moved apartments and while she was at work moved her in. She came home, to his new one, and found all of her stuff in convenient piles. So apparently she had moved in with him. Apparently he wanted a little more than just sex and it went on from there. And then she got pregnant, just after she was abducted. He didn't seem to notice, and she wondered if he ever would. And so she left, picked up her things and left him a note. Her hormones were running wild, she was getting fat and tired, and just up and left. She found a job, and a new place, and eventually she thought he'd find her. He was an analyser by nature, and she figured that he would figure it out eventually.

And so here she sat, eating Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches with her lover, pregnant as all get-out wondering where exactly they were. She knew the sex they had two minutes ago had been fantastic, and the sandwiches he made were tasty, but he kept touching her stomach and making weird noises to it. It was freaking her out.

"Do you mind?" Sara asked politely through a mouthful of sandwich.

"No dear." Grissom answered distractedly.

"It can't talk back you know."

"huh, What?"

"The kid. Grissom, the kid can't talk back. Probably can't even here you."

Doesn't mean I can't try.

True. So.." Sara mumbled, while waiting for his eyes to lift from her stomach to eyes.

"So...?" Grissom repeated while still fixated on the stomach.



"I'm up here, Gris."

Yeah but he or she is down there."

She rolled her eyes, and got off the bed to put on clothes or something that would distract the man willing to be distracted.

And yes they were eating Peanut Butter sandwiches naked in bed. It felt routine, even though the bed was new, and the apartment as a long way from town, and she wasn't his student anymore. And they didn't live together, and his hair was greyer than it had been. And she was much bigger, but pregnant so it didn't count.

"What about the case?" Sara inquired polietely, although it was yelled slightly because she was in the other room.

"Left it for the rest of the team, took a couple personal days. Apparently I needed a break."

I see." Sara replied, and then added, "National Geographic is on in ten. You make the pop corn, I'll bring my giant belly?"

Deal."