Author: Laurashley
Disclaimer: All of the characters of CSI do not belong to me, and never will. Don't sue.
Author's note: This is my first fic so pls be gentle with me! I hope you like this story. Please read and review.
Pairing : Catherine and Grissom
'Hey, Catherine? Can you do me a favor?'
'What is it Grissom? You're not going to ask me to smell any of your experiments or baby-sit your spiders and bugs for you, are you?'
'No, just come with me to get a present. Please?'
'Uhm.Ok, sure.'
'So, who is it that you want to buy a present for? A girlfriend perhaps?' Catherine teased as the two CSIs set out on the shopping expedition.
'Since when did I need your help in courting ladies Catherine? I need your help to choose the right gift for a baby, my goddaughter to be exact.' Grissom said as he pulled into a parking space. He looked over at his partner and smiled at the shell-shocked look on her face.
'A goddaughter? You?'
'What's so wrong with that? Her father is one of my best friends.'
'How come you never mentioned her before? How old is she?'
'Well, I was just informed a few days ago that I was bestowed the honor of being her godfather. She's three months old with the loveliest brown hair and deep blue eyes, just like her father.'
'Wow, looks like you're besotted! You sound like any proud doting boring dad! So what do we get ..'
'Her name's Allison. And if I knew what to get a three month old baby, you wouldn't be here Cath.'
'Gee thanks, like I needed to be reminded that the only reason you asked me out was to be your personal shopper. You really know how to bring a girl down to earth Grissom.'
Grissom looked at he strawberry blonde next to him and just shrugged. If only she knew the real reason he had asked her! He could have asked any other female, not that he knew many, but she was the only one he wanted or felt like shopping with. Like most men, Grissom hated shopping, only venturing into shops when it was absolutely necessary. But with Catherine, Grissom knew that there was no way that he would be bored. That woman had a way to make him relax and learn to live a little outside the world of forensic science.
'Wow, it has been ages since I have shopped for a baby. I never knew that there were so many things you need for such a little scrap of humanity! ' gushed Catherine as they stepped into a shop catering exclusively to children . With that, she walked off to explore what the shop had to offer.
The shop they entered was filled with tiny clothes, toys, prams, strollers, all sorts of inconceivable gadgets and all other stuff that you could think of, all for babies and young children. Grissom's head spun as he took it all in. How was he going to choose a gift for his goddaughter out of this mass confusion of things that he never even thought existed?
Meanwhile, Catherine had walked over to a beautifully crafted crib that had caught her eye. The wooden crib was carved out of what seemed to be fine- quality wood, even to Catherine's untrained eyes. It was lovingly handmade and decorated with beautiful images of fairies and other mystical creatures from ancient Celtic folklore.
While she was gently fingering the quilted sheet that was laid out in the crib, a sales assistant walked up to her.
' Ma'am, you like this crib? It is one of its kind, there is no other crib like it in the whole world. Imported from Ireland. Every single detail of this crib, from the crib itself down to the sheets, was made by hand. A lot of love and care have gone into the manufacture of this lovely piece. The craftsmen only make 20 of these unique cribs exclusively for our store every year. This happens to be our last unit from this year's production. Any baby would be very lucky to sleep in such a lovely crib. '
Disclaimer: All of the characters of CSI do not belong to me, and never will. Don't sue.
Author's note: This is my first fic so pls be gentle with me! I hope you like this story. Please read and review.
Pairing : Catherine and Grissom
'Hey, Catherine? Can you do me a favor?'
'What is it Grissom? You're not going to ask me to smell any of your experiments or baby-sit your spiders and bugs for you, are you?'
'No, just come with me to get a present. Please?'
'Uhm.Ok, sure.'
'So, who is it that you want to buy a present for? A girlfriend perhaps?' Catherine teased as the two CSIs set out on the shopping expedition.
'Since when did I need your help in courting ladies Catherine? I need your help to choose the right gift for a baby, my goddaughter to be exact.' Grissom said as he pulled into a parking space. He looked over at his partner and smiled at the shell-shocked look on her face.
'A goddaughter? You?'
'What's so wrong with that? Her father is one of my best friends.'
'How come you never mentioned her before? How old is she?'
'Well, I was just informed a few days ago that I was bestowed the honor of being her godfather. She's three months old with the loveliest brown hair and deep blue eyes, just like her father.'
'Wow, looks like you're besotted! You sound like any proud doting boring dad! So what do we get ..'
'Her name's Allison. And if I knew what to get a three month old baby, you wouldn't be here Cath.'
'Gee thanks, like I needed to be reminded that the only reason you asked me out was to be your personal shopper. You really know how to bring a girl down to earth Grissom.'
Grissom looked at he strawberry blonde next to him and just shrugged. If only she knew the real reason he had asked her! He could have asked any other female, not that he knew many, but she was the only one he wanted or felt like shopping with. Like most men, Grissom hated shopping, only venturing into shops when it was absolutely necessary. But with Catherine, Grissom knew that there was no way that he would be bored. That woman had a way to make him relax and learn to live a little outside the world of forensic science.
'Wow, it has been ages since I have shopped for a baby. I never knew that there were so many things you need for such a little scrap of humanity! ' gushed Catherine as they stepped into a shop catering exclusively to children . With that, she walked off to explore what the shop had to offer.
The shop they entered was filled with tiny clothes, toys, prams, strollers, all sorts of inconceivable gadgets and all other stuff that you could think of, all for babies and young children. Grissom's head spun as he took it all in. How was he going to choose a gift for his goddaughter out of this mass confusion of things that he never even thought existed?
Meanwhile, Catherine had walked over to a beautifully crafted crib that had caught her eye. The wooden crib was carved out of what seemed to be fine- quality wood, even to Catherine's untrained eyes. It was lovingly handmade and decorated with beautiful images of fairies and other mystical creatures from ancient Celtic folklore.
While she was gently fingering the quilted sheet that was laid out in the crib, a sales assistant walked up to her.
' Ma'am, you like this crib? It is one of its kind, there is no other crib like it in the whole world. Imported from Ireland. Every single detail of this crib, from the crib itself down to the sheets, was made by hand. A lot of love and care have gone into the manufacture of this lovely piece. The craftsmen only make 20 of these unique cribs exclusively for our store every year. This happens to be our last unit from this year's production. Any baby would be very lucky to sleep in such a lovely crib. '