Chapter 10

Sara smiled, never had she had anyone thank her for loving them but then, Gil is so easy to love.

Suddenly Sara started to laugh, with a very confused look on his face Gil asked her why.

"I can't wait to see the look on Catherine's face," Sara said.

"You think she will like your "pearl necklace"?" Gil asked.

"I love it," Sara said shivering a little as she nestled closer to him.

"You cold?" Gil asked.

"Just a little," Sara replied.

Gil reached over and grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around them.

"The first night in our new house," Gil said.

Sara kissed his chest, smiled then said, "Our new home."

The next morning Gil woke to find Sara gone, "Sara?" he called standing up.

"I'm on the porch," she called to him, "It is so beautiful out here."

Gil slipped on his boxers and joined her, standing behind her he put his arms around her. "So peaceful and quiet," he said, "Nothing like waking up in Vegas."

"That was the one thing I loved most about it," Sara said leaning back against him, "I so hate to leave."

Gil tapped her bottom, "We have a job to get to. It will be so good to be able to come back here after all those crazy days we have to face."

"MMM, it will," Sara said.

"I brought a change of clothing for us both so grab a shower and I'll toss something together to eat," Gil told her.

Sara nodded and headed for the master bedroom - THEIR room in THEIR home.

Sara had just finished dressing when Gil came in, "There is some fruit and a muffin along with a container of juice sitting on the countertop in the kitchen, you go eat while I get ready."

"Gil," Sara said, "I want you to know I have never been happier, I love you."

Gil kissed her, "I know just how you feel."

In the car on their way to the lab Gil and Sara talked about how they wanted each room furnished, Gil was willing to give into everything that Sara wanted - he would have given her the moon if possible.

"You know," Sara said, "I have a great idea for those extra bedrooms."

"Guest rooms?" Gil asked.

"No," was Sara's reply, "I was thinking we could fill them with children."

"Children? All four extra rooms?" Gil questioned. He had never thought of a child let along more then one.

"Two to a room," Sara said, enjoying the look of total shock that had come across Gil's face.

"Two to each room?" Gil gasped.

Sara laughed, "Alright, one to each room. I know the subject of children has never came up but I would like to talk about it, please."

"We can," Gil said, already knowing she would have her way, "A baby or two might not be such a bad idea."

Gil pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car, "We'll talk about it later, promise."

Gil hit the time clock and headed straight for his office, Sara went to the break room, poured a cup of coffee, picked up a magazine and found a comfy spot on the sofa. Half way through the article she was reading Catherine came in, snatching the magazine way she said, "Details. I want details, did you bring the necklace?"

Sara laughed, "No."

"Of course you wouldn't bring it here, how silly of me," Catherine said, "Tell me all about your night."

"Well," Sara said, "It was fabulous". Sara started by telling her all about the dinner and the dancing and how very handsome Gil looked in his suit then she told Catherine all about the side trip to the country. "It was so peaceful and quiet out there," Sara said.

"So when did Gil give you your necklace?" Catherine asked.

"It wasn't a necklace," Sara said.

"We were wrong?" Catherine asked.

"You will not believe how wrong we were," Sara said.

"Are you going to keep us all guessing or are you going to tell us what the old skinflint got you?" Warrick asked.

"The house," Sara said, "That perfectly beautiful house that I wanted."

It suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop as mouths fell to the floor and eyes bugged out. "The house?" Catherine finally managed to say.

Sara didn't answer, she was way to busy enjoying the look on their faces.

"Did you tell them about the other gift?" Gil asked, walking into the room.

"What can possible top a house?" Nick asked.

"A roof," Gil said, chuckling.

Sara looked at him and rolled her eyes, "No I didn't. I wanted to wait until you were in here."

Gil walked over next to Sara and put his arm around her waist, "I asked Sara to be my wife, and she excepted."

To say the least, if Sara's announcement sent them all into a state of shock, this one was even hit them a little harder.

"You have got to be kidding?" Greg said.

"No," Sara said, showing them the diamond.

"Now the "old skinflint" has assignments and guess who gets the trash run," Gil said, as he handed Warrick his paper.

"Me and my big mouth," Warrick said, taking the paper form Gil.

Nick snickered, "Don't laugh to hard," Gil said, "Warrick is going to need some help."

Nick looked at Gil them pointed to himself, Gil nodded. "Come on partner," Warrick said.

"Catherine, you have possible abduction, kid-glove with this one, it is Judge Miller's granddaughter."

Catherine nodded and left.

"Sara, yours is a drive by. Brass will met you there. Take Greg, you may need some help."

Sara started to leave, Gil touched her arm, "Stay safe."

Sara smiled, "Always."

Sara arrived at the park, the street was full of police cars and ambulances. "What do we have?" Sara asked as she walked up to Jim.

"Dark car came out of nowhere and opened fire on a group of kids playing tag football," Jim said, "No fatalities, several hurt, tons of bullets all over the place."

Sara told Greg to talk to the witnesses while she collected the evidence.

"I'm gonna get these back to ballistics and have Bobby run them," Sara said, "When your done here take off to the hospital and take care of things there."

"Yes boss," Greg said, smiling.

Sara gave the casings and the bullets to Bobby Dawson, "Buzz me when you get something," she said.

Sara was comparing tire makings and other evidence trying to get a more accurate make and model of car when Bobby called her.

"The gun has a history," Bobby said, "It showed up on a cold case."

Sara took the paper from him, looked at it then back at Dawson, "Are you sure?"

"100%," Bobby said.

Sara walked to Gil's office. "Gil," she said. Gil looked up. "The gun used in my drive by has a history," Sara said, handing him the paper.

Gil's face turned white as a sheet as he read BULLETS MATCH THE REVOLVER USED IN THE 1985 MURDER OF WLVU FRESHMAN SANDRA WILLIAMS.

Gil stared at Sara, tears falling down his face.