NOTE: Sylphide, could you please tell me which Nick/Grissom's daughter fic you are talking about? I read one, and I'm going in a totally different direction than it did. I don't want to tread on anyone's toes, so could you please let me know what the other is like (or where it is so I can read for myself)? My e-mail is MelMarie612@aol.com. Thanks. ALSO, should I do another fic with these relationships? Do you guys like Kait?


Daddy Dearest: Part 11
By LissaMarie
August 22, 2002


NOTE: This part takes place earlier in the day than the last part. It's still morning now, while part 10 took place in the afternoon. I had just wanted to get the Nick/Kait thing out of the way. Sorry for any confusion.


Warrick woke to the aroma of food cooking in his apartment. Confusion was the first thing he felt before he remembered the night before. Sara had stayed over his house after they had hung out together the entire day. He had, had a surprisingly good time with her. He couldn't believe all he had assumed wrong about her.

He sat up and touched his hair, quickly realizing that it wasn't worth the effort. Sleeping on the couch can be hell for your 'do. He went to the bathroom and got himself into some semblance of order and went out to the kitchen.

"Good morning," Sara chirped cheerfully when he entered the room.

The only response her gave was a grunt until he took a sip of the coffee she handed him. "Thanks. How long have you been up?"

"About an hour. You like scrambled eggs?" Sara asked turning back to the pan she had on the stove.

"Yeah."

"Good 'cause they're all I know how to make," Sara grinned at him. She opened a few cabinets before finding the plates and took two out. She put healthy servings of eggs on both plates, and they went over to the kitchen table to eat. (I'm assuming that Sara is a vegetarian that still eats eggs and drinks milk. I'm a vegetarian myself, and I do. That's what I went with.)

"You have a beautiful smile. You should really use it more often," Warrick said suddenly breaking the silence.

Sara looked up sharply. She gazed into his eyes as if trying to figure out if he was serious or not. Seeing no humor there, she gave him a bright smile. "I jsut might try doing that."

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"So Kait said she was going out with a friend?" Catherine asked Gil nonchalantly. She was glad that he had called her. Her daughter, Lindsay, was with her father, so Catherine had been at home alone with nothing to do until he invited her out.

"Yeah. She was acting strangely when she said it. It was as if she didn't want me to ask who the friend was," Grissom explained thoughtfully. He was enjoying his time with Catherine even though the plans he had made were originally meant as an opportunity to spend time with his daughter.

Catherine chuckled. "Men!" She elaborated when Gil gave her a quizzical look. "It's because her friend is a man. A girl never wants to tell her father that she's going out with a guy because he insists on meeting him which makes for an awkward situation. I can't even imagine what you would put her date through."

"I wouldn't insist on meeting him. I trust Kaite's judgment. She has a strong values," Grissom argued.

"Please! It is a father's natural reaction to another man in his daughter's life--To try to scare him away. You haven't been able to spend most of Kait's life with her, and the two of you a remaking up for lost time. You don't want to share her with another guy. Tell me I'm wrong," Catherine challenged leaning forward toward him.

Grissom rolled his eyes. "You're right. I do want to get to know her better--She is my daughter--but if she wanted to date, I wouldn't have a problem with it. I want her to be happy above all else."

"You really are a father. I never thought I'd see it," Catherine smiled affectionately.

"Because I get along better with dead bodies than I do with people?" Gil questioned only half kidding.

Catherine thought for a moment before responding. "No. I know you're not as cut off as you let people believe. You feel things even though you tend to hide it. You like being alone, but you always feel lonely. You'd like to have someone with you, but you can't bring yourself to trust that they will always be there. You--"

"What is this--a free psychoanalysis? I know who I am, Cath. Really, I do," Gil interrupted.

Catherine sat and stared at him. Just as he was beginning to feel like one of his bugs in a glass tank, she spoke. "You know I'll always be there, don't you?"

"I think I'm beginning to be able to believe that," Gil admitted. They spent the rest of their meal in silence, just enjoying one another's company.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I really hadn't intended for this part to be this short, but I accomplished as much as I wanted to with these relationships (at least for this fic...let me know if I should continue). The next part should be the last. I could have ended it here, but I want Greg...