Rating: CSI-2 (only because of things implied)
Summary: It's Gil's birthday…
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
A/N: In honour of William Petersen's 56th birthday, a ficlet, in 56 words.

He peels back the paper, slowly, savouring the suspense, because he knows it infuriates her. He can sense her itching to lean over and rip it off for him, so he waits; he's in no rush. Because he knows eventually she'll pounce: And she will be the best birthday present he gets to unwrap today anyway.