A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing! One more surprise to go after this one…

I don't own CSI.

Grissom

I'm walking out of my last class of the afternoon when I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I grab it and smile to see Sara's name on the display. I'm about to answer it when I realize that the number under her name isn't her Las Vegas number. It's her Paris number.

"Sara?" I ask rather than saying hello.

"Bonjour," she replies.

"Honey, why are you in Paris?"

"Because I wanted to see you."

"Sara, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she says. "Are you on your way home?"

"I'm still at the Sorbonne. I'll be home in about thirty minutes."

"Okay. I'll be here."

"Sara?"

"Yeah?"

I sigh. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she replies. "Calm down. Can't a wife want to visit her husband?"

I smile, and realize that I need to stop looking this gift horse in the mouth, as it were. "Okay. I'm sorry. You're right. I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Well, I'm just full of surprises," she replies. "I'll see you when you get home."

"Okay." I'm about to hang up when I hear her calling my name. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

The familiar feeling of warmth that comes with hearing those words spreads through me. "I love you, too."

When I get home, Sara's waiting for me. She's sitting in the living room watching a French soap opera. For someone who was never all that into television, she got hooked on those soap operas within days of our move to Paris. She swears they've helped her learn French – and, after listening to her speak it, I have to agree.

"Hi," I say.

Her face lights up with a smile, and she rushes into my arms. "Hi," she replies, leaning up to kiss me.

I prolong the kiss and hold her tightly. "I can't believe you're here."

She giggles. "I wanted to surprise you."

I pull her even closer. "Well, you did."

Something shifts in her eyes – nervousness, maybe? – and she bites her lip. "I have something to tell you," she says.

"Something good or bad?"

"Good," she says without hesitation. "At least … I think it's good. I think you will, too."

"Okay. Tell me."

She readjusts her arms around my neck, clinging to me just a bit tighter. She's smiling at she speaks. "Gil … we're going to be parents."

Thank God she's holding on to me so tightly. I'm pretty sure I need her to hold me up. "We're … what?"

"We're having a baby," she says. "I'm pregnant."

"Sara …" Dazed. That's the only way to describe how I feel. "I can't believe it."

"I know," she says, still holding her smile. "It took me a little while to believe, too."

"Parents." And, as quickly as the dazed feeling came, it was gone. Happy. That's the only emotion I can feel. So, so happy. "Sara …"

"Gil," she mocks playfully.

I press my lips against hers. "I love you," I whisper when I break the kiss. "I love you so, so much."

She giggles. "Good news, then?"

"Yes," I sigh. "Very good news." I loosen my grip on her enough to touch her flat abdomen. "I love you, too, my little one."

Sara's eyes fill with tears. "She knows. She loves you, too."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I can't help but tease her. "She? Says who?"

"Says her mother."

I chuckle. If she wants a girl, that's fine with me.