'Oo. . . Isn't he cute daddy?' the little girl asked as she looked down at the sleeping cherub in the bassinet.

'Well, if you consider something small, pink and squished cute, then he is, I suppose.'

'Daddy!'

'If I weren't so tired Gil Grissom, I'd box your ears for that.'

'I was just kidding. How can I not think that he is cute? He is the offspring of the most beautiful woman I know, so being cute is a given, don't you think?'

'Flatterer.' Catherine said with a smile as her husband walked over to her and kissed her gently.

'When can we bring him home mommy?'

'Maybe tomorrow sweetheart.'

'Good, I can't wait. Can I hold him?'

'Why don't you sit in that chair Linds, then I'll hand the baby to you?' Gil told the excited little girl.

After seeing her settled in the chair, Gil gently lifted his day-old son from his bassinet and placed him into his sister's eagerly waiting arms. The baby looked up sleepily, before breaking into a lovely smile that totally enchanted his already besotted sister.

'Look mommy, he smiled at me!'

Grissom and Catherine, who were snuggled together on the bed, with Gil's arms around his wife, smiled at Lindsey's excitement and marvelled at the cute picture that the brother and sister made.

`How Lindsey's yearning for a little brother or sister led to all this happiness I still don't know, but whatever it is, I'm thankful for it.' Catherine Grissom whispered softly before she drifted off to sleep in her husband's arms.