Hi everybody! I'm back! (at least for today, since I have a school holiday,
and not too much homework {and truthfully, I missed writing fanfic!})
Okay, so this is a sequel of sorts to my old story "Oh Baby!" because I sort of left the ending hanging, and I wanted to finish it up. You'd have to read that to understand this story, though. This IS a W/S story! (Come on, there have to be more than about 5 shippers out there! Aren't there?!)
No huge spoilers, probably only really opaque references to episodes, so anything is fair game.
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"Sara!" Nick bellowed, "Maddie's tickling me again!" He came rushing out of the living room followed by a hysterically giggling two-and-a-half-year- old.
"Hey munchkin!" Sara exclaimed to her energetic toddler, as she scooped her up, and thereby making it possible for Nick to breathe easier for a little while. "Do you want Uncle Nicky to stop visiting you?"
"No," Maddie answered innocently, shaking her head, making her blond curls swing into her face and Sara's.
"Then you have to stop tickling him," Sara chastised. She was about to say more when her doorbell rang. "Guess that's Warrick or Cath," she said instead.
Unwisely putting Maddie down within five feet of Nick, she turned and headed down the hallway to the front door. Brushing her hair out of her face, she opened it and was greeted by a large helium balloon with an almost garish smiley face on it. "Agh! god, Warrick, what is that?" she demanded as soon as she was able to breathe again. Any answer or explanation that he was about to give was cut short by Nick's exclamation of, "Sara, you daughter is attacking me again!" She and Warrick laughed mercilessly at Nick's predicament.
"You know Stokes," Warrick began as he stepped in the door and put the balloon in a corner, "It's all mind over matter. If you think that the kid can tickle you, then you'll be going insane till the day you die, but if you don't think like that, she'll just leave you alone after awhile, especially if she can't get you to squirm like you are now." Nick literally proved his point by twisting comically to get away from the little fingers that were poking his side.
"Maddie," Sara warned using the sternest voice she could muster against this sweet little girl, "What did I say about tickling Uncle Nicky?"
"I could?" Maddie answered, trying to play innocent.
"We could always get a 'cease and desist' court order," Warrick joked as Sara went into the kitchen to check on their dinners.
Maddie seemed to just realise that Warrick was standing at the door, and screamed, "Daddy!" as she ran up to him.
"Hey Maddie! I brought you that balloon that you liked," Warrick replied, as he gestured into the corner of the foyer, to cover up the slight blush that was rising in his cheeks, and hoping to high heaven that nobody would notice. Unfortunately for him, Maddie did.
"Why you cheek pink?" she asked in her carefully structured attempt at speech.
"Um, no reason," he replied, trying to find a way to reiterate that he wasn't her father, adoptive or otherwise.
"What was that?" Sara asked, poking her head out of the kitchen's doorway.
Warrick just shook his head, but Nick, taking extreme pleasure out of the fact that Maddie's attention was diverted elsewhere replied, "Nothing; just my man being embarrassed from being called 'Daddy'. Never thought I would see the day."
Apparently, Sara didn't think of it as "just" anything. She walked out of the kitchen and walked up to Maddie who was still in Warrick's arms. "Honey," she asked, addressing her daughter, "What did we say about calling Uncle Warrick 'Daddy'?"
"Don't know," Maddie said, feigning innocence, although if the fact that she was burying her head in Warrick's shoulder was any indication, she was obviously trying, and failing utterly, to lie.
Nick was confused by Warrick and Sara's ongoing battle to teach Maddie about who wasn't to be called what. "Why don't you guys just give it up? I mean, she's obviously going to be calling Warrick 'Daddy' from here on out."
"You do not know my parents," Sara replied wearily. "If Maddie called every man she met 'Daddy', we wouldn't have a problem, but since she doesn't, if my parents ever heard that, they'd jump to conclusions, and Warrick would probably dig a hole for us to bury ourselves in."
"I said I was sorry," Warrick muttered, sounding like he was borderline complaining. "I didn't know it would turn into a fiasco."
The doorbell rang again. As Sara opened the door, Maddie ran unsteadily to the door, and greeted them with, "Uncle Geg! Auntie Catty! Uncle Grum!" (a/n translation: Uncle Greg, Auntie Cathy, Uncle Grissom)
Warrick and Sara gave Nick identical pointed glances that clearly said, "See? She doesn't call everyone 'Daddy'." All he could do was hold up his hands in a gesture of surrender, although he did wonder if Warrick and Sara knew that they acted more and more similarly by the day.
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"Hi, Sara," Mrs. Andrews greeted her, "Sorry we're so late, but the flight was delayed. Bad weather and bomb threats. Who knew how hard it was to get out of San Fran?" The frazzled looking woman absently brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
"Yeah," Sara replied sympathetically, "It's like torture when the rain starts. Was there a wind storm too?"
Mr. Andrew nodded, before shifting his weight to accommodate the heavy luggage that he was still holding. "And then there was a 'bomb threat'. Turned out to be a teenage boy who was commenting on his friend's ability to release natural gas, if you know what I mean."
Sara nodded again, before moving out of the way and ushering Maddie's grandparents in.
"Mr. and Mrs. Andrews," Warrick called as he walked down the hall, "How are you? Let me take your bags." Leaving them no time to answer, he picked up the heavy bags like they were pillows and dropped them off in the guest bedroom.
The Andrews watched his retreating form in amazement before returning their attention to Sara, who ushered them into the living room. "So where's our little girl?" Mr. Andrews asked.
"Fell asleep about an hour ago," Sara replied quietly, "She got tired from chasing Nick and Greg around trying to tickle them."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I only saw Warrick," Mrs. Andrews observed.
"Yeah, well, Greg got called in to help with overflow from day shift, Nick's in the washroom, and Grissom and Cath had to pick up Lindsay from a friend's, but they'll be back."
"And your parents?" Mrs. Andrews continued.
"They should be arriving any minute now. Actually, they were supposed to be here a couple of hours ago." Sara replied, starting to look like a cross between panicked and confused.
"Don't worry, Sar," Nick said, having heard the last part, "I don't think they high tailed it to Cancun." Turning to the others, he extended his hand, saying "Hi, I'm Nick Stokes, and I work with Warrick and Sara." The doorbell rang. "See, must be them now."
Sara found Grissom, Catherine, Lindsay and her parents on her doorstep. "Look who we found waiting patiently by the door at your old place," Grissom said, "You're lucky Lindsay's friend lives in your old complex."
"Mom! Dad!" Sara exclaimed, "I called you about ten times last week to remind you that I moved! I even gave you the address!" Rubbing her forehead, she continued, "Why didn't you call me? I had my cell on, my pager, and my home number hasn't changed!"
By this time, everyone who was in the townhouse was at the door, including Maddie, having been awoken by the multitude of voices. Sara's parents both opened their mouths to reply to Sara's query, but were sidetracked by their granddaughter. Instead, Mr. Sidle bent down and said, "Come here sugar pie!" as Maddie came rushing into his arms. "So how come you're awake, Sugar?" he asked.
"Daddy crashed the door!" she exclaimed, "and he said 'OUCH!' I laughed." By the time she finished her statements, she was practically yelling in excitement.
"Maddie, shh," Sara warned, putting her fingers over her lips, trying to calm the excited toddler down before her neighbours complained that they were being disturbed in the early hours of the morning.
"'Daddy?'" Mrs. Sidle echoed. Sara could literally hear the gears in her mother's head working, as her mother processed this meager amount of information.
"Uh, yeah," Warrick answered, hoping to curtail any assumptions, "Maddie's going through this faze where she keeps calling me 'Daddy', but Sara and I are trying to teach her how to call me Uncle Warrick."
"Ah, Wilbur, it really is good to see you!" Mr. Sidle proclaimed suddenly, making Warrick feel like there was an ulterior motive that he should be looking for.
Warrick was about to open his mouth to protest his name change, but Sara caught his eye, warning him silently not to egg her parents on, and he promptly closed it again. This is exactly what everyone else saw, that is, everyone else except Sara's rather eccentric parents, who took this as an omen of sorts that their daughter would be getting married soon.
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Please review, and yes, there will be about one more chapter! And no flames please!
Okay, so this is a sequel of sorts to my old story "Oh Baby!" because I sort of left the ending hanging, and I wanted to finish it up. You'd have to read that to understand this story, though. This IS a W/S story! (Come on, there have to be more than about 5 shippers out there! Aren't there?!)
No huge spoilers, probably only really opaque references to episodes, so anything is fair game.
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"Sara!" Nick bellowed, "Maddie's tickling me again!" He came rushing out of the living room followed by a hysterically giggling two-and-a-half-year- old.
"Hey munchkin!" Sara exclaimed to her energetic toddler, as she scooped her up, and thereby making it possible for Nick to breathe easier for a little while. "Do you want Uncle Nicky to stop visiting you?"
"No," Maddie answered innocently, shaking her head, making her blond curls swing into her face and Sara's.
"Then you have to stop tickling him," Sara chastised. She was about to say more when her doorbell rang. "Guess that's Warrick or Cath," she said instead.
Unwisely putting Maddie down within five feet of Nick, she turned and headed down the hallway to the front door. Brushing her hair out of her face, she opened it and was greeted by a large helium balloon with an almost garish smiley face on it. "Agh! god, Warrick, what is that?" she demanded as soon as she was able to breathe again. Any answer or explanation that he was about to give was cut short by Nick's exclamation of, "Sara, you daughter is attacking me again!" She and Warrick laughed mercilessly at Nick's predicament.
"You know Stokes," Warrick began as he stepped in the door and put the balloon in a corner, "It's all mind over matter. If you think that the kid can tickle you, then you'll be going insane till the day you die, but if you don't think like that, she'll just leave you alone after awhile, especially if she can't get you to squirm like you are now." Nick literally proved his point by twisting comically to get away from the little fingers that were poking his side.
"Maddie," Sara warned using the sternest voice she could muster against this sweet little girl, "What did I say about tickling Uncle Nicky?"
"I could?" Maddie answered, trying to play innocent.
"We could always get a 'cease and desist' court order," Warrick joked as Sara went into the kitchen to check on their dinners.
Maddie seemed to just realise that Warrick was standing at the door, and screamed, "Daddy!" as she ran up to him.
"Hey Maddie! I brought you that balloon that you liked," Warrick replied, as he gestured into the corner of the foyer, to cover up the slight blush that was rising in his cheeks, and hoping to high heaven that nobody would notice. Unfortunately for him, Maddie did.
"Why you cheek pink?" she asked in her carefully structured attempt at speech.
"Um, no reason," he replied, trying to find a way to reiterate that he wasn't her father, adoptive or otherwise.
"What was that?" Sara asked, poking her head out of the kitchen's doorway.
Warrick just shook his head, but Nick, taking extreme pleasure out of the fact that Maddie's attention was diverted elsewhere replied, "Nothing; just my man being embarrassed from being called 'Daddy'. Never thought I would see the day."
Apparently, Sara didn't think of it as "just" anything. She walked out of the kitchen and walked up to Maddie who was still in Warrick's arms. "Honey," she asked, addressing her daughter, "What did we say about calling Uncle Warrick 'Daddy'?"
"Don't know," Maddie said, feigning innocence, although if the fact that she was burying her head in Warrick's shoulder was any indication, she was obviously trying, and failing utterly, to lie.
Nick was confused by Warrick and Sara's ongoing battle to teach Maddie about who wasn't to be called what. "Why don't you guys just give it up? I mean, she's obviously going to be calling Warrick 'Daddy' from here on out."
"You do not know my parents," Sara replied wearily. "If Maddie called every man she met 'Daddy', we wouldn't have a problem, but since she doesn't, if my parents ever heard that, they'd jump to conclusions, and Warrick would probably dig a hole for us to bury ourselves in."
"I said I was sorry," Warrick muttered, sounding like he was borderline complaining. "I didn't know it would turn into a fiasco."
The doorbell rang again. As Sara opened the door, Maddie ran unsteadily to the door, and greeted them with, "Uncle Geg! Auntie Catty! Uncle Grum!" (a/n translation: Uncle Greg, Auntie Cathy, Uncle Grissom)
Warrick and Sara gave Nick identical pointed glances that clearly said, "See? She doesn't call everyone 'Daddy'." All he could do was hold up his hands in a gesture of surrender, although he did wonder if Warrick and Sara knew that they acted more and more similarly by the day.
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"Hi, Sara," Mrs. Andrews greeted her, "Sorry we're so late, but the flight was delayed. Bad weather and bomb threats. Who knew how hard it was to get out of San Fran?" The frazzled looking woman absently brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
"Yeah," Sara replied sympathetically, "It's like torture when the rain starts. Was there a wind storm too?"
Mr. Andrew nodded, before shifting his weight to accommodate the heavy luggage that he was still holding. "And then there was a 'bomb threat'. Turned out to be a teenage boy who was commenting on his friend's ability to release natural gas, if you know what I mean."
Sara nodded again, before moving out of the way and ushering Maddie's grandparents in.
"Mr. and Mrs. Andrews," Warrick called as he walked down the hall, "How are you? Let me take your bags." Leaving them no time to answer, he picked up the heavy bags like they were pillows and dropped them off in the guest bedroom.
The Andrews watched his retreating form in amazement before returning their attention to Sara, who ushered them into the living room. "So where's our little girl?" Mr. Andrews asked.
"Fell asleep about an hour ago," Sara replied quietly, "She got tired from chasing Nick and Greg around trying to tickle them."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I only saw Warrick," Mrs. Andrews observed.
"Yeah, well, Greg got called in to help with overflow from day shift, Nick's in the washroom, and Grissom and Cath had to pick up Lindsay from a friend's, but they'll be back."
"And your parents?" Mrs. Andrews continued.
"They should be arriving any minute now. Actually, they were supposed to be here a couple of hours ago." Sara replied, starting to look like a cross between panicked and confused.
"Don't worry, Sar," Nick said, having heard the last part, "I don't think they high tailed it to Cancun." Turning to the others, he extended his hand, saying "Hi, I'm Nick Stokes, and I work with Warrick and Sara." The doorbell rang. "See, must be them now."
Sara found Grissom, Catherine, Lindsay and her parents on her doorstep. "Look who we found waiting patiently by the door at your old place," Grissom said, "You're lucky Lindsay's friend lives in your old complex."
"Mom! Dad!" Sara exclaimed, "I called you about ten times last week to remind you that I moved! I even gave you the address!" Rubbing her forehead, she continued, "Why didn't you call me? I had my cell on, my pager, and my home number hasn't changed!"
By this time, everyone who was in the townhouse was at the door, including Maddie, having been awoken by the multitude of voices. Sara's parents both opened their mouths to reply to Sara's query, but were sidetracked by their granddaughter. Instead, Mr. Sidle bent down and said, "Come here sugar pie!" as Maddie came rushing into his arms. "So how come you're awake, Sugar?" he asked.
"Daddy crashed the door!" she exclaimed, "and he said 'OUCH!' I laughed." By the time she finished her statements, she was practically yelling in excitement.
"Maddie, shh," Sara warned, putting her fingers over her lips, trying to calm the excited toddler down before her neighbours complained that they were being disturbed in the early hours of the morning.
"'Daddy?'" Mrs. Sidle echoed. Sara could literally hear the gears in her mother's head working, as her mother processed this meager amount of information.
"Uh, yeah," Warrick answered, hoping to curtail any assumptions, "Maddie's going through this faze where she keeps calling me 'Daddy', but Sara and I are trying to teach her how to call me Uncle Warrick."
"Ah, Wilbur, it really is good to see you!" Mr. Sidle proclaimed suddenly, making Warrick feel like there was an ulterior motive that he should be looking for.
Warrick was about to open his mouth to protest his name change, but Sara caught his eye, warning him silently not to egg her parents on, and he promptly closed it again. This is exactly what everyone else saw, that is, everyone else except Sara's rather eccentric parents, who took this as an omen of sorts that their daughter would be getting married soon.
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Please review, and yes, there will be about one more chapter! And no flames please!