Summary: Gil/Cath, Lindsey/OC Lindsey decides that Catherine and Gil need a little shove in the right direction. To help her, she gets two of her closest friends involved...

Rating: PG-13, to be safe for later chapters

Notes: Lindsey is fifteen in this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Cassandra and Trevor are mine, though. It's about time I owned something! )

Lindsey's Plan

--Chapter One: Mom and Uncle Gil--

December 18

I decided to start keeping a journal today. I have had this thing for a couple years, but never used it. But I have decided to use it for a special purpose. I am going to write about my Mom's relationship with Uncle Gil, otherwise known as Gil Grissom, graveshift supervisor CSI for the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

You see, Mom and Uncle Gil have been friends for like twenty years. I know she loves him, and vice versa, but both are scared that the other doesn't feel the same way. I can't believe they have each felt that way for so long, and neither has ever gotten up the courage to tell the other.

Well, today, I decided that all they needed was a small, or maybe not so small, push in the right direction.

Now, you would think that, having so much in jeopardy, it might push her into revealing her feelings. But nooo. I swear, sometimes I, when the three of us are alone in a room alone together, there is so much tension you would have to be totally and completely oblivious not to feel it. I mean, I just want to yell at them that the other loves them, and get it over with. But that would not be very romantic, and I am a romantic, so I have to come up with a brilliant plan, that has, unfortunately, not struck me yet, to get the two of them together. I need to get Mom to admit to me that she loves Grissom. Or maybe it would be better if she thought I didn't know. Maybe I should tell all of them at the lab what I am doing. I know they would help.

A few months ago, we had a Fourth of July party at our house. And when Mom and Grissom went out to buy the ruined napkins (Greg had spilled punch all over them), Warrick made some comment about how those two should really stop fighting it, and "let nature take its damn course." That's how he put it, anyway. All the others agreed, and we started telling stories about Grissom and Catherine. There were many. By the time they arrived back at the house, everyone, including me, had told at least one story. And there were many to go. I am glad that they have always treated me like I belong there. I count all of them as my friends, even if they are quite a bit older.

Thank God Sara is over her obsession with Grissom, though. Mom, though she never knew that I knew, was terrified that Grissom would give in to Sara's not so subtle advances. But thankfully, Sara seems to be more occupied by Nick at the moment, and she and Uncle Gil are just friends.

Did I mention how cute Greg is? I mean, it's not like I want to date him, or anything, especially considering that I'm more than ten youngers younger than he is, but he's what Cassandra would call "smokin'!" Or rather, she did say that, because I showed her a picture of him once, and she agreed with me. Great minds think, and all that, I guess.

Although, for some reason, she doesn't seem to agree with me that Trevor is hott. Trevor Lambert, Cassandra, and I are what you would call best friends. We have been for close to two years. I really like him. Well, I have always thought he was cute, but lately his hottness seems to have grown on me, and that's all I can seem to think about when I'm around him. He has got this really, really dark brown hair, and his eyes are the most amazing color of green. I could drown in them forever. I get to quite often, acutally, but not in the way I wish I could. Cassandra says that she thinks that he likes me too, but I think she is just seeing things.

Oh, but now I am getting off subject. I am mainly going to be focusing Mom and Gil.

Not that I wouldn't like to write about Trevor, but anyway...

Mom should be home soon, and I have to go pretend that I have no clue how she feels, and ask her about her day. Oh, sounds like she is getting home right now. Uh, oh. That door slam was not good. Wonderful. She probably had another fight with Grissom. Those make her more upset than others. I better go talk to her before she comes to find me.

Two hours later

All I can say is: Woah! That must have been some fight. Mom came home in tears, a sight I don't often see. She said hi to me, then went straight to her room. I could hear her crying for like fifteen minutes. I went down to her room to see what was wrong. I tapped on her door, and could hear enough to know she wasn't asleep. I opened the door softly, peeking in to see if it was alright.

"Come in, Lindsey."

Luckily, we have grown closer this last year. Before I really knew what happened with my dad, we fought almost constantly.

But now we are about as close as a mother and daughter can be, unless you happen to be watching Gilmore Girls.

"Mom, did you have another fight with Uncle Gil?"

I could see she was trying to compose herself so that I thought she wasn't as upset as she was. Yeah, right. I may not be a CSI like her, but I'm not stupid.

"Not really. It was the same one."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

She smiled sadly.

"Yeah, so am I."

"Am I allowed to know what about?" I was prying, but I knew that she wouldn't tell me if she didn't want to.

"That wouldn't be any of your business, young lady." She said, half teasing.

Darn. I thought for a second that she might actually tell me. Oh well.

"Okay. Well, I am going to make breakfast. Want any?"

"No thanks, hon. I think I'll just sleep. I'll make myself something when I get up."

I shut the door behind me. I still wondered what she and Grissom had been fighting about. It must be some argument, though, as this is the third time they have had it.

Thank goodness it is Saturday, and I don't have to go to school. I am going to call Cassandra to see if she can spend the night tonight. I got Mom's approval yesterday, so I don't have to wake her up to ask.

I hope she can. I will need the help of another brilliant and hopelessly romantic mind to come up with the perfect plot.

TBC...