Title: Daddy Dearest
Author: LissaMarie
E-mail: LabRat612(at)hotmail(dot)com
Rating: If you can watch the show, you can read this. K+, I guess.
Feedback: Please! I like to know how I'm doing.
Spoilers: Pre-"Living Doll". Nothing specific…But you do want to be caught up on the goings-on in Grissom's personal life before continuing…Through Season 7, I suppose.
Disclaimer: All the characters that you may recognize from CSI - Crime Scene Investigation do not belong to me. The other original characters, however, do belong to me.Author's Note #1: I am well aware that the character of Kaitlyn Grissom and her position at the Crime Lab is completely bogus. Some might say it's completely off the wall. Just try to work with me here. If it's really bothersome, I'd appreciate ideas about how to make it better.
Summary: Our favorite CSI's will learn something new about Grissom--Something that is news to Grissom as well.
Author's Note #2 (Please read!):
I originally wrote this story ages ago, and it for some reason came to mind the other day. I read it again, and it felt like reading something that someone else entirely had written. I also noticed a bunch of typos and plot holes. I still really liked the idea and wanted to work with it again.
So, I decided to rewrite it. I figure rewriting it might make me more able to finish the sequel which I really want to do. There's just one thing though…
I've come around to GSR. One could say I've become a rabid fan of it. I've always loved Jorja Fox and Sara Sidle (even if I couldn't spell her name right the first time around), but never liked the 'ship until it became canon.
So this new version of Daddy Dearest (if the title even sticks by the time I'm done) will be made current and will stick to canon (in essence making it an entirely different story, but whatever). I will keep the original version up at least until I am done with this one (you might notice some similarities if you read both). The original version is under another FFN penname because I forgot my password to the old one, and the email address is years gone (original penname: LissaMarie, link to story: http// www . fanfiction . net /s/ 901493 /1/ DaddyDearest without all of the spaces). You should also be able to find the original version under my favorite stories. When I eventually remember my old password, it will most likely be deleted though.
I apologize to any 'shippers from the original fic that don't like the change…I don't understand it much myself either. I hope new readers enjoy and original readers will give it another chance. Please let me know what you think.
Thank you for reading this long-winded explanation of what I'm doing here. Reviews desperately needed!
Daddy Dearest: Part 1
By LissaMarie
Catherine Willows walked through the halls of the crime lab in an uncharacteristically upbeat fashion. The night before she and the night-shift supervisor, Gil Grissom, solved a particularly nasty string of murders that had been plaguing the Sin City, and they were finally able to move past it. Well, after the paper work was finished anyway. Still, the killer was behind bars and with the evidence up against him, he would probably never breathe as a free man again.
She approached Grissom's office door and knocked. Without waiting for a response, she entered. Grissom didn't even look up at the interruption.
"Hello, Gil. Earth to Gris," Catherine teased sitting down in a chair across from him.
Grissom looked over to her slowly. "What?"
"Nothing. So what's on the menu tonight?" she asked smiling fondly at him.
"Huh? Oh, um, a shooting on Harmon Ave, an apparent suicide at the Riviera, and a body that was found in an alley off Paradise Rd." Grissom responded in a distant tone.
Catherine noted his attitude. "What's up?"
Grissom stared at her for a few moments as if trying to decide if he should tell her what was on his mind. "The night shift is getting a new pathologist." He handed her a file which she took and opened.
"Kaitlyn Grissom, formerly with the Philadelphia PD, graduate of Harvard, degrees in criminology, molecular biology, and medicine specializing in Forensics...Wait, Kaitlyn Grissom? Is she related to you?" Catherine looked up at him curiously.
"Yes."
"Niece?" Negative. "Sister?" Negative. "Ex-wife?" Negative with a small smile. "Daughter?" Catherine asked this with a chuckle.
"Yeah."
"Huh?" Catherine stared open mouthed at Grissom processing what he had said. "I didn't know that you had a daughter."
"It's a long story."
"When do we get to meet her? When does she start?" she questioned still in shock.
"Tonight. In about a half hour. She'll be accompanying you and me down to the Riviera. Let's go down to the break room to give out the cases. She'll meet us there, and I'll introduce everyone." He got up and walked out of the office.Catherine had no choice but to follow.
Everyone sat going over the cases they had been assigned in their mind while waiting for Grissom to dismiss them to be on their way. Not even Sara Sidle, who knew their supervisor better than anyone, wanted to say anything that would set him off. He seemed much more tense than usual.
They all looked up when a woman walked into the room. She had long light brown hair, half of which was pulled up in a bun on the back of her head with the rest flowing down her back in loose curls. Her face seemed rather plain, but her blue eyes were striking. The conservative black pantsuit that she wore demanded respect that she might not had been given based on her young appearance. She gave everyone in the room a smile as she walked up to the table and turned to the supervisor.
"Doctor Grissom, I hope I am not late," she said sitting down.
"Right on time," Grissom replied. "Everyone, this is Kaitlyn. She will be working with us as a liaison to the coroner's office."
"Nick Stokes," the man to her right introduced. They shook hands and shared a smile.
"Warrick Brown," the African-American man to her other side said.
"I'm Sara Sidle." The brunette woman reached her hand across the table to Kaitlyn, and she took it.
"And you're Catherine Willows," Kaitlyn directed to the woman standing next to her new boss. She smiled brightly at her, and Catherine smirked back.
"So how does the whole liaison thing work? Are you going to be at the morgue most of the time or working with us?" Nick asked trying not to sound too hopeful. Having a new face like hers could be nice, in his opinion.
"I worked as an Evidence Technician in Philadelphia. I have a bachelor's degree in molecular biology and another in criminology which could help me help you guys. I went to medical school after undergrad and specialized in forensic pathology which is what got me the position with the Coroner's Office. I'll be a floater; I guess is what it would be considered. I'll help everyone out when I'm needed. I don't think that I could just do autopsies every night. I'd get bored fast. I need the thrill of variety," Kaitlyn explained with a small smile. Her tone was not that of a person bragging of their accomplishments, but one of a person forced to admit something they'd rather not share. She ignored the expressions of astonishment from the CSIs in the room and quickly changed the subject.
"Well, you came to the right town for that," Sara offered a welcoming smile to Kaitlyn hoping to cover any awkward silence.
"Okay, how are we pairing up? What do you want me on?" Kaitlyn asked looking at Grissom.
"Ritalin?" he suggested raising his eyebrows at her.
"Funny, really. Now can we be serious for one second because as a doctor, I can assure you that I don't have ADHD. Where am I going, and who am I going with?"
"Warrick and Sara are going to a shooting, Nick is going to a body dump site, and you'll go with Catherine and me to look into a suspicious suicide," Grissom explained in a way that said that the discussion was over.
"Why don't I go with Nick since he'll be alone, and there is a DB? You and Catherine could probably handle a suicide on your own, right?" Kaitlyn proposed as everyone began to stand up. They all froze mid-action to see how Grissom would handle being second guessed by a new recruit.
"Okay. Nick, you can show here the ropes. Keep her out of trouble," Grissom ordered leaving the break room followed by Catherine. Warrick and Sara shared confused looks but headed out to the parking lot. This left Nick and Kaitlyn alone.
Nick turned to her. "I could have handled this own my own. I just want you to know that."
"Of course you could have," Kaitlyn teased in a mock-condescending tone.
"Thanks for the faith, Kaitlyn," Nick joked as they left the room.
"My friends call me Kait."
"Based solely on her appearance, I'd say she's been dead for at least a week. She wasn't killed here. She was dumped here after the fact. From the various bruises and scars that you can still make out even with the decomposition and insect activity, I'd say she was in some kind of abusive relationship before she died. It might be directly related," Kait reported to Nick who was combing the area for clues that he was unlikely to find.
"What makes you believe all of that?" Nick asked carefully as to not offend her.
Kait took it in stride. "There were many bruises and scars on her body that were definitely older than others. Burn marks, cuts, even a hand print and what could be teeth marks on her arm. I had also noticed some blood under her nails." She handed him an evidence bag with some of the scrapings in it.
"This might be easier than I thought," Nick smiled as he stood up. "I've searched every inch of this ground and have come up with nothing useful. I bagged a few pieces of trash that had what could be either blood or old ketchup on them. They're in the truck. I seriously doubt we'll find anything else, but it'll be easier to see in the morning after all the cops are gone, if that's okay with you."
"That's cool with me. We'll ship the body to the morgue and you can watch me in awe as I astound you with my remarkable skills with a scalpel."
Nick grinned at her. "What made you come out to Las Vegas?"
"My dad lives out here. I thought it would be nice if he and I could connect. He and I were never really close," Kait explained.
"What does your father do?" Nick asked opening the car door for her and closing it after she climbed in.
"He's...a scientist," was her hesitant response when he got into the driver's seat. She didn't want to be known as the boss's daughter, and she most definitely didn't want to be treated like that. After she made her place at the crime lab, she'd let everyone know. Until then, she was fine.
"What's your last name?" Nick asked off-hand.
"Huh?"
"What's your last name? I don't think that you mentioned it at the lab."
Kait sighed wishing that she could have had at least a little longer to establish herself.
TO BE CONTINUED?...