The Kids
Rating: Safe
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadly.
Summary: Catherine and Gil deal with their 'kids'.
A/N: Sorry if the end of the last chapter confused you guys. It was Greg thinking all of that stuff. I saw this really funny music video called, Shoes by Liam. And I just HAD to put it in the story. Well here's the fourth chapter. Enjoy it. XD'
"Damnit. I just made this yesterday!"
"I like to be sure!"
"Being sure doesn't mean using all of my fingerprinting powder!"
"But it was pretty!"
"It was lime green! Big deal!"
"You knew it was my favorite color!" Nick sighed and threw his empty can of fingerprint powder in the garbage can. Greg sat in the chair across from him with his hands in his lap. "Are you going to tell on me," He asked in a soft voice. Nick looked up in disbelief and stormed out of the room. Greg called out to him, "Next time, get some powder in baby blue!"
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"I'ma whoop yo ass in Halo, guh."
"Puh-lease. Lindsey and I stay up all night playing this shit. You can't beat me." Warrick and Catherine sat in front of the TV in the breakroom and turned on the X-Box Catherine and Gil had bought for the TV last year for Christmas.
"Alright. What level? Let's go on easy." Catherine sat back and smirked. He didn't believe her! She concentrated on the TV screen. The second the game had loaded, Catherine pressed the 'A' button on her remote and instantly killed Warrick.
"Easy, huh?"
"Damn. Alright. Two can play that game." The level had re-loaded, and Warrick had snuck up behind Catherine. She took a blow to the back of the head with Warrick's gun and died instantly. She threw down the remote.
"Alright! You proved yourself! Now let's get this show on the road."
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"Damn... aliens- CATH! There's one behind you!"
"SHIT! SHIT! Get it! Life support's running low!"
"Damn, girl! No amo!"
"RETREAT!"
Gil walked by the break room and did a double take at the door at the sound of his girlfriend's use of such language. He peaked his head in just enough to see what they were playing and chuckled.
Halo.
Catherine's favorite X-Box game of all time. She was undefeated.
"NOOO!"
Until now.
"Gawh damnit! You were supposed to cover me!"
"With what?! My needler gun died on me!"
"Bullshit! A needler gun just doesn't die like that." She snapped her fingers to demonstrate. Warrick shook his head and pointed to the TV with rage.
"I'm telling you! We made a wrong turn! We weren't supposed to get to that base until we got that bridge up!"
"Oh boo hoo. We could've taken them on! But no! 'My needler gun died on me!'," She immitated his voice in her womanly tone. "Has anyone ever told you that you suck at Halo?"
"I suck!? You couldn't even get past the damn tree without cover!"
"I could've! I just didn't want-" Gil walked into the break room and coughed. Catherine scurried to her feet and brushed off her pants. "Gil. Hi. What are you doing here?"
"Last time I checked, this was a public break room." He looked down at the remote by her foot and smirked. "Ah. What do we have here?"
"Nothing. I was just-"
"Playing Halo," Warrick added. Catherine elbowed him in the side and shyly smiled at Gil.
"I believe we made a bet, Catherine."
"Really? We did!? Get outta' here!!"
"One week without the X-Box."
"What nonsense." Catherine watched as Gil's hands moved to his pockets to fish out what occupied them. The bright pink thong she'd be wearing tomorrow at work sinse she was caught playing. She yelled, "ALRIGHT! I played! I couldn't help it."
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"Is Danny there?"
"Ohh. Who's Danny, huh, Sara?" She flicked Greg off and sunk lower into her chair.
"Danny? Hey. It's Sara." Greg watched in amusement as she talked on the phone with her new boyfriend.
"Oh. Danny. I love you. Danny. Danny. DANNY," Greg tried his best to impersonate her. She pressed the phone to her chest and yelled,
"GREG! SHUT UP!" He chuckled and pranced around her.
"Danny. I love Danny. I want to marry Danny. I want to have a million bratty kids with Danny. Oh Danny. Take me! TAKE ME, BABY!"
"UGH!" She grabbed the closest thing to her, a test tub, and aimed straight for his head. He ducked just in time and laughed when it shattered against the wall. He turned his head to stick his tongue at her, but she had gotten her hands on yet another test tub and hit him square in the jaw. He fell to the ground with a loud 'thud' and moaned.
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"MySpace makes me happy. It makes me happy, oh MySpace makes me happy."
"What in the world are you singing?"
"My profile song. Dude. It's the bomb." Archie scooted over so Nick could look at his computer screen.
"Man. I'm diggin' that layout you got, bro."
"I could hook you up with one like it, man."
"Aw! Hell yeah! Would you?"
"Dude, no problem." They gave each other a high five and Nick walked out of the A/V lab, in search of his co-workers and friends.
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"I think she's pregnant."
"I think she's just plain crazy."
"I think... you both need to shut up," Catherine said as she glared at the younger CSIs sitting across from her. She had a gallon of ice cream in front of her that she wasn't sharing for anything.
"See? Mood swings. Prego."
"Not to mention. A whole bucket of ice cream. Hmm. Hmm!"
"Ya know... we haven't been out together in a long time. I say, we all go bowling tonight!"
"Why? So you can break the virtual jet-ski game again?"
"The thing was bound to get broken," Catherine argued.
"Ooh! I like the pool room. The tables glow in the dark." Nick made a face at Greg.
"AND THEY GLOW LIME GREEN!"
"The bowling alley is too boring. I say we head out to a strip club!"
"Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?"
"Time to shut... it... down."
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Nick steadied his video camera and bit his lip.
"Aw man. This is pure evil." He focused the camera on Sara and urged her on.
"Hi. I'm Sara Sidle. And we're about to film our co-worker, Greg Sanders, taking a crap..." Catherine, Gil, and Warrick grabbed onto the wall for support as they swallowed their laughter. Nick cracked open the locker room door and moitioned for everyone to follow. The strangled cries and moans of Greg were making all five squirm with laughter. They finally reached the edge of the lockers and Nick barely stuck out the camera lens to focus on the bathroom stalls.
"Come on, Greg. You- WH...OA. Whew. No more Taco Bell for breakfast." Warrick stuck his fist in his mouth and pulled on his afro. Catherine stuck her finger in her mouth and pulled on her ear ring. Gil on the other hand, stood there with no emotion in his face. This only made Sara, Warrick, and Catherine laugh even harder.
"Someone's gonna be busy on YouTube tonight," Sara whispered. Nick let out a squeak of laughter. Greg suddenly flushed the toilet and slipped on a wet piece of toilet paper. The stall door flew open and Greg was exposed to the camera. The team busted out into fits of laughter, even Gil, when the seat broke and fell onto the ground into two peieces.
"Smile Greggy! You're on camera!"
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh."
A/N: ROFL. I did that to my sister when I got back from school last month. Video taped her while she was talking on the phone and taking a crap. Oh man. Too funny. Mum won't let me upload it tho. MAD.
