Yo, I know that I've messed up, but I think I got the bugs out. If you catch any you should really tell me. Umm... I add some to the chapters as well as adding new chapter. So that's how it goes. I think I'm supposed to say something about not owning CSI or its characters so I don't own anything but Angel.
"Daddy," Angel said to me when I walked into the living room, "Can I come to work with you?"
"I'll have to ask Grissom," I said grinning, "But I say its fine. Why do you want to come so badly?"
"Because I was talking to Mama Cath and she said that you guys got a new machine and I wanted to see it," she said nodding, "That and I haven't seen her or Mama Sara in a long time."
"Well," I said picking her up, "We're going to have dinner at Grissom's house and I'll ask him then."
"Is Grandpa Grissom cooking?" she asked excitedly.
"I think so," I said walking to the bathroom, "And Nick is bringing dessert."
"Do you think that Nick knows you like him?" she asked causing me to stop.
"Wh-What was that?" I asked stunned that she knew I liked Nick.
"Do you think that Nick knows you like him?" she repeated slowly, "Did I say something bad?"
"No," I said shaking my head, "I just wasn't really aware that my six year old daughter knew about her father having a crush on his friend."
"I'll be seven in a few days," she said smiling, "Does that make it better?"
"Not really," I said sitting her on the sink and taking her clothes off, "Why is it that little kids know more about sex then adults?"
"Because adults don't find it something proper to talk about," she said easily, "While kids don't have that same sense of what not to talk about with other people."
"Sometimes I worry about you," I said turning the water in the bath tub on.
"I worry about you too Daddy," she said grinning, "Since I'm going to turn seven in three days, will you tell me what I'm getting for my present?"
"Nice try," I said pouring pineapple body wash onto a cloth I started to clean her off.
"Is it a puppy?" she asked before yawning.
"After your bath you're taking a nap," I said avoiding the question, "And then you can wear the new outfit that we bought yesterday."
"Okay," she said shrugging, "And good job avoiding the question."
"Thanks," I said pouring pineapple shampoo in my hands and running them through her blonde, green, and pink hair, "So, what did you do while I was at work?"
"I added more things to my website," she said closing her eyes when I motioned for her to.
"Did you have anymore hits from famous people?" I asked chuckling slightly.
"Yup," she said grinning, "The people from 'To Write Love on Her Arms' contacted me asking if there was a way to send some of the people that are hurting themselves because of hate crimes to talk to me and people on my website. Of course I said yes and told them how proud I was of their work."
"That's wonderful," I said combing pineapple conditioner through her hair, "I will never get your obsession with pineapples."
"I got it from spending time with Shawn," she said smiling sadly, "Remember the guy that used to live next to us."
"I remember," I said sadly, "You were really close to him."
"He was my best friend next to Danny," she said tears filling her eyes, "He even taught me his gift."
"I'm sorry," I said kissing her forehead.
"I am too," she said sighing.
"Let's get you to bed," I said picking her up and drying her off.
"I get to dress like a bunny right?" she asked yawning.
"You get to wear the outfit we got yesterday," I said pulling on a shirt that she wore to bed over her head, "Now go to sleep."
Angel nodded her head and grabbed her Momiji stuffed animal before cuddling into her bed and falling asleep. Leaning down I kissed her forehead before walking around her room and picking up her clothes.
Taking all of her clothes into the laundry room I heard my cell phone going off. I quickly got it before Angel woke up. Walking back into the laundry room I saw that it was Nick calling.
"Hello," I said separating the clothes.
"Hey Greg," he said easily, "It's Nick."
"How are you?" I said smiling.
"I'm good," he said laughing, "How about you?"
"Same here," I said turning the water on for the colors.
"What are you doing?" he asked music faint in the background.
"Just washing clothes while Angel naps," I said sighing, "We went shopping yesterday and I don't want her to wear the clothes without me washing them first."
"Good plan," he said seriously.
"What are you doing?" I asked hopping on the dryer after putting the colors in the washer.
"Just driving my dog to the vet," he said happily, "She's having puppies."
"What kind of dog is she?" I asked grinning.
"She's a mutt," he said confused, "Why do you ask?"
"Angel wants a puppy for her birthday and I was wondering if you wanted to get in on her present with me," I said innocently.
"She wants a puppy?" he asked calmly, "I'll help, but you buy everything for the little puppy. Does she know what she's going to name it?"
"She wants to name it Scoobert," I said smiling.
"Daddy," Angel yelled from her bedroom.
"Be right back," I said dropping the phone.
Running into Angel's room I saw her clutching Momiji in a death grip and sobbing. Quickly walking to her I lifted her onto my hip and hugged her. After walking around for a while muttering words of comfort into her ear she finally calmed down enough for me to get the phone.
"Nick?" I asked not sure if he was still there.
"Is everything alright over there G?" he asked concern filling his voice.
"Angel had a bad dream," I said as Angel let out a small whimper, "I'm sorry, but can we continue this conversation at Grissoms?"
"Its fine G," he said easily, "You're daughter comes first, and tell her I'll give her extra hugs to help the bad dreams go away."
"Thanks Nick and bye," I said before hanging up.