They sat next to each other eating dinner and watching the fish swim lazily around his tank.

"You named the fish Shakespeare?" repeated Gil, incredulous. Sara elbowed him.

"Don't knock his name. As I recall, you and I have gotten quite a lot of pleasure from reading the complete works of Shakespeare together. Besides, it's better than what the kid was calling him."

"And that was?"

"Anthrax," she replied, swallowing a mouthful of stir-fry.

"I stand corrected," he replied, somewhat disturbed, as he watched the pretty little fish flutter through the fronds of his plant, oblivious to their conversation. "God, I hope our child doesn't turn out like that," he said, worried. The colour drained rapidly from Sara's face, and Grissom mentally kicked himself. He knew she was terrified she would end up like her mother. He turned in his seat and gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "Listen to me, you are nothing like her. You are the most caring, compassionate, dedicated person I know. You fight for human and animal rights, you shoot to take down, not to kill and you might be tough as nails on the outside, but inside, you are warm and soft and passionate. There is not a single chance alive that you will become like her because I know you won't let yourself, because you have me to look after you, and because you're just not her Sara." His eyes searched hers, staring deeply into her soul. "Do you believe me?" he asked. Sara managed a tiny smile and nodded; he pulled her gently out of her chair and into his arms. "And for the record, I like the fish, before you start worrying that I don't," he added, gently massaging her back. That startled a laugh out of her and she leaned gratefully into his hug.

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After dinner they dressed in warm clothing and took Hank out for a walk.

"Why didn't you take Hank to the park with you this morning?" asked Gil, his arm around Sara's waist.

"He wouldn't get out of his basket," she replied, pausing in the shadow of a tree as they crossed a green. Gil stopped next to her, an eyebrow raised. Sara smiled softly at him, and then leaned in for a kiss that was warm and inviting, and most definitely promissory. He smoothed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and then kissed her back, his lips linger over hers. Hank's bark roused them from their moment, and with soft sighs they continued on, following their impatient hound.

"This is nice," mused Sara, listening to the quiet surrounding them. The rustle of leaves and the sway of branches in the light breeze.

"It is," agreed Grissom, taking her hand in his as they wandered on, his thumb absently caressing the back of her hand.

"So what was class like today?"

"This morning I had genetics; they're halfway through mapping their family histories. It was rather quiet actually, some very smart kids, some good discussion, a few thought provoking questions. I hope that they'll liven up a bit as we go along; the professor I'm covering seems to have been very ah... lecture orientated," he mused, "not a lot of student interaction."

"I'm sure you can liven them up," giggled Sara, "I seem to remember that you are anything but dull as a speaker." Grissom laughed and pulled her into a quick kiss, which Sara promptly deepened, winding her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his. Again it was an impatient Hank that pulled them apart and caused them to move on, picking up their pace as they headed back toward the cottage.

"I don't know about that," he mused, his arm firmly around her waist. "My star student isn't in the class this time." Sara giggled again and asked about his afternoon lecture.

"It was much better. It's a freshmen intro course and we're looking at cells. There's a kid in there who reminds me of Greg; right down to the weird clothes and the spiky hair.

"Seriously?" asked Sara.

"Yep, he even has blue streaks and a t-shirt that read 'I recycled my homework to save the environment.'"

"Oh you have to keep me posted on that one," she laughed. "What's tomorrow?"

"Another freshmen class and themes in entomology."

"Bet you're looking forward to that one the most," she teased as they turned into their street.

"Maybe," he admitted. They walked even faster as their home came into view; his grip on her waist tightened with anticipation. Looking for a distraction he asked, "If I got some new racing roaches, do you think Juliet would try to eat them?"

"Not if you keep them secure," she mused, thinking about John, Paul, George and Ringo who had escaped in his mother's house while they were enjoying Paris and who had met a flat end under the heel of her boot. Reaching their front door Grissom fumbled with the keys, feeling Sara's arms wrap around him from behind and begin to unfasten his jacket. When the door finally opened, Hank bounded inside and scurried into the kitchen. Sara twisted the lock closed and then turned to Gil, capturing his lips in a prolonged and heady kiss. He backed her up against a wall as he struggled with the buttons on her coat and the knot in her scarf. His frustration was compounded by the fact that Sara effortlessly finished unzipping his coat and pushed it to the floor, all without breaking an ounce of passion in her kiss. When Grissom finally succeeded in removing her outer layers Sara toed off her boots and wrapped her arms around his neck. Gil quickly kicked off his own footwear and together they made their way to the bedroom, still wrapped tightly in their embrace. Juliet, lounging on the bed, fled as they tumbled down next to her. Pinning her to the bed, Grissom took his time as he kissed his way down Sara's neck, leaving no patch of skin unattended. Sara ran her fingers slowly thorough his hair and then down his chest, working the buttons on his shirt free. When he pulled back to strip off the offending garment, Sara sat up and pulled her sweater and t-shirt off together before unfastening her jeans and trying to kick them off while Gil was still lying on top of her. He laughed and assisted in pulling them down her legs, then rolling away to remove his own pants in what Sara swore was a leisurely and unhurried manner. She scowled at him, yanking down the bed sheets and then tugging off her socks, not noticing Romeo as he sank his claws into one and dragged it out into the hallway. Grissom casually folded his jeans and set them on the chair in the corner, well aware that his wife was glaring at him. Grinning to himself he bent to remove first one sock and then the other, his back still turned. Finally, clad in only his boxers he turned to begin a slow meandering back to the bed, but found himself nose to nose with Sara. His heart lurched as she smiled softly and then promptly pushed him into the wall and kissed him with every ounce of passion in her as her hands roamed his torso, caressing his musculature and gradually moving lower and lower. She plunged her tongue into his mouth as her fingers skimmed across the front of his boxers, skilfully achieving her desired goal. His body aching to claim her he reached for the clasp of her bra and then gasped as she broke the kiss and stepped backwards, out of his embrace and turned, walking away back to the bed, leaving him pressed against the wall, breathless and at a loss for words. Staring at her, his gaze conveying his acquiescence to her point about teasing, he slipped into bed with her and proceeded to kiss her senseless. Her bra and panties soon slipped to the floor, joining their pile of discarded clothing. Gil was lost in her as he worked his way down her changing body; lavishing attention on her now slightly swollen breasts and her more rounded abdomen. She seemed radiant with the pregnancy, and she reacted with greater sensitivity to his every touch. Kissing her lips fervently, he let a hand slide down her body to his ultimate destination while the other cradled her to him. Sara moaned breathlessly into his shoulder as an intense orgasm crashed over her, rendering her incapable of coherent thoughts or conversation. Grissom rocked her gently in his arms, kissing her lightly as she recovered. As she regained some control and awareness she returned his sweet, loving kisses before turning up the heat again and moving down his body, returning the favour. He gripped her shoulders and cried out as she pushed him over the edge, before she moved up and kissed him, nuzzling his neck. Burying his hands in her hair, Gil kissed Sara with fire in his veins and overwhelming desire in his heart. She moaned into his lips and pressed her hips involuntarily into his, gasping as his hands roamed over her torso in a feather light touch. Gil rolled them over and pinned her to the pillows, taking his time as he adored every square inch of her body. Her mind reeling with sensory overload Sara tried to pull Gil up to her lips, but he continued his mission of arousing every cell in her body causing her to revel in a kind of blissful agony. When he finally returned to her lips Sara was completely inept at making any sort of verbal communication and simply gazed up at him through hazy eyes. Kissing her softly and lovingly Grissom shifted between her legs and slowly entered her, causing them both to groan deeply. Sara arched her back and pressed her hips up into his, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to thrust into her, picking up his pace as they approached their shared goal. As they crashed over the edge together Sara screamed in ecstasy as Gil pressed his face into her neck and cried her name. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him and held her fast to his chest, playing with her sweaty curls as she slowly regained control. Snuggling under the covers Grissom continued to hold her close as they drifted toward sleep.

"I love you," she murmured, utterly exhausted and thoroughly sated. Gil pressed his lips against her hair.

"I love you too," he replied, his eyes closing in slumber.

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Sara woke first the next morning, feeling a little tired still, but very relaxed and happy. Rolling over she looked at Griss and smiled at how he was sprawled across his side of the bed with a hairdo that wouldn't have been amiss on a porcupine. She rolled out of bed and pulled on her robe and slippers, heading off to make tea and breakfast. She stood at the window sipping her drink, watching Hank tear around the garden and reliving that previous evening in her mind. It's got to be the pregnancy, she mused, thinking about the incredible sensitivity and new highs she was reaching. After a bowl of cereal and a few minutes staring at the overly therapeutic Shakespeare she wandered back into the bedroom with a mug of tea for Gil, and a shower in mind. She was just soaping up her hair when the shower door opened and the object of her thoughts slipped inside to join her.

"Good morning," she grinned leaning forward to press a light kiss to his lips. "You sleep well?"

"Oh yeah," he returned, taking over for her and massaging shampoo into her hair.

"Mmm," she purred, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Last night was amazing," she sighed as he tilted her head back slightly to let the water rinse away the suds.

"You're amazing," he returned, kissing her behind her ear as she straightened up, her hair sparkling with water droplets. Kissing him back, Sara returned the favour and washed Gil's hair for him, massaging his scalp, neck and shoulders before wrapping her arms around him from behind and hugging him.

"So are you excited about classes today?" she asked as she rubbed conditioner into her locks, which were growing more rapidly than usual thanks to the changes in her body chemistry.

"Yes, I love teaching freshmen and of course the bugs later on," he grinned.

"My Bugman," laughed Sara, as she applied shower gel to her skin before rinsing for the final time and stepping out of the shower. A few minutes later Sara was drying her hair and teasing Juliet who liked to sit in the stream of hot air from the dryer when Gil came out of the closet in socks, his boxers and a shirt which he was occupied in buttoning. Sara smirked, looking him up and down with pursed lips. Turning off the dryer she draped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, inhaling the wonderful scent of his skin and pressing herself against his muscular chest. Gil groaned as they pulled apart.

"We do have to go to work you know," he said. Sara ignored him and kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Gil reflexively pulled her closer, his hands winding into her hair as her bare breasts pressed into his chest and her thigh pushed against the front of his boxers, causing an instant reaction. He was gasping when then the pulled apart to breathe. "Sara," he moaned, "we have work." Scowling his wife pulled back with a sigh. "What's the matter with you?" he asked, willing his body to calm so he could finish dressing comfortably.

"I can't help it," she said, trying very hard to restrain herself. "It must be the hormones; I want you more than anything." A slow smile spread over his face as he glanced at the small travel clock on the bathroom counter. Abandoning his shirt he pulled her back to the bed, kissing her ardently as his fingers danced over her nude body. His fingers slipped between her thighs as his lips worked their magic along her jaw, neck, shoulders, chest and breasts before returning to her lips. Only when she was writhing under him, begging for release, did he kiss his way all the way down to her core and coax her into a blistering orgasm. Slipping back up the bed he held her gently as she rode out the high; peppering her face with soft, adoring kisses and stroking her wildly curling hair. As her breathing calmed he smoothed a hand over her belly, thinking of the tiny life hiding there. Sara put a hand over his, lacing her fingers through his.

"Thank you," she sighed, sitting up carefully and resting her head on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"When is your next doctor's appointment?" he asked, rubbing her back lightly.

"Next Friday afternoon. I think it's at 5pm."

"Do we get to find out?" he wondered as they made their way back to the bathroom.

"I think so," said Sara, smiling at the thought of knowing the sex of their baby. Gil picked up his discarded shirt and shook it out before putting it back on. "Any thoughts?" she asked him as she tried to tame her hair.

"I don't know, it's a fifty-fifty chance," he mused. "What about you?"

"I haven't really thought about it," she admitted honestly. "I've been too worried about everything that could go wrong. When I'm not preoccupied with certain, ah, overwhelming cravings," she added. Grissom's expression changed to one of pain and worry, and he stepped toward her, taking her into a troubled embrace.

"It's eighteen weeks next week," he murmured, "and your last check was fine. It's going to be ok this time," he soothed, mentally willing his words to be true. Sara sniffed into his shoulder before letting go of him to dry her eyes.

"I can't believe this," she sighed, blowing her nose. "I'm on a constant emotional rollercoaster ride. It's maddening." Using a cool wash cloth she wiped her face and then joined him in the closet to dress. Pulling a bra and pair of panties out of the drawer, Sara looked at Gil guiltily. "You kind of need to hurry." He laughed and buckled his belt, before reaching for his jacket and shoes.

"Where's my toothbrush?" he asked suddenly, after walking back up to the sink.

"It's right there, next to mine," she replied, tugging a sweater over her head.

"No dear, it's not," came the perplexed reply. Sara stumbled out next to him, trying to walk and pull on a sock at the same time. "Whoa, careful honey." Sara stared at the sink, there was her purple toothbrush, but its green companion was nowhere to be seen.

"There must be a ghost here or something," she muttered, rummaging in her toiletries bag, extracting a spare for her other half. "Here you go, I'll look for the other one when I get home later." Minutes later, after Gil had kissed her goodbye and left for class, Sara was washing her hands after applying moisturizer when she found that her chap stick was also missing. Glancing at the clock she yelped and hurtled through the rest of her routine, grabbed her bag and ran into the kitchen, summoning Hank in from the backyard. She checked the animal dishes and reached for the dish cloth to wipe the counter purely out of habit, but was unable to find it. Mouth open in shock she looked around before hurrying out to her car. Lucy was waiting for her; she would have to solve the mystery of the missing items later.

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Agghh sorry for the delay, life just keeps getting in the way... Please R&R, i love it so much :)