**Title: Mommy
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Disclaimer: not mine, never will be, just let me dream ;)
**Rating: PG (there's a little bad language but not enough to make a huge thing out of it)
**Spoilers: none
**Author's Notes: This one has been in the works for a few weeks, but I decided to wait until it was completed. And boy am I glad I did!! The version you are now reading is bit different than what I start with, but it's much closer to what I had originally imagined. To save anyone confusion, the 1st and 4th chapters take place in the present and the 2nd and 3rd are in the past (but I think it's fairly obvious either way). So enjoy!!
** Thank you's: Gabe-for always being there and never minding when I need to scribble an idea down. Joe-for listening to my rants and helping me with detective work The Graveyard Shift-you guys are my reason for doing this ;)
"Mommy it's not fair!" the nine year old exclaimed, stamping her feet.
"Lindsey, I just don't see why you need eighty dollar shoes. I mean, didn't I just buy you new shoes last weekend," an exasperated Catherine replied.
"But Suzie's mommy got her those pink sparkly ones," Lindsey whined.
"Well I'm not Suzie's mommy am I?" Catherine sighed.
"I wish you were," Lindsey muttered.
"What did you say, young lady?" Catherine asked, feeling ready to cry.
"I said I wish you were Suzie's mommy because she's a lot cooler than you are," Lindsey said slamming the door to her bedroom shut. Before Catherine could say anything more, the doorbell rang.
"Oh what do you want?" she exclaimed, flinging the door open to reveal a surprised looking Grissom.
"Is this a bad time?" he asked, noting how upset Catherine looked.
"If you were a nine year old girl, would you disown your mother over a pair of shoes?" Catherine asked pulling him inside the house.
"Well since I don't think I'm really qualified to answer that, I'll take a wild guess and say that you and Lindsey just got into some sort of argument over said shoes?" Grissom replied.
Catherine nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
"It couldn't have been that bad," he said brushing the blond hair out of her eyes.
"Am I a bad mother?" Catherine whispered.
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Disclaimer: not mine, never will be, just let me dream ;)
**Rating: PG (there's a little bad language but not enough to make a huge thing out of it)
**Spoilers: none
**Author's Notes: This one has been in the works for a few weeks, but I decided to wait until it was completed. And boy am I glad I did!! The version you are now reading is bit different than what I start with, but it's much closer to what I had originally imagined. To save anyone confusion, the 1st and 4th chapters take place in the present and the 2nd and 3rd are in the past (but I think it's fairly obvious either way). So enjoy!!
** Thank you's: Gabe-for always being there and never minding when I need to scribble an idea down. Joe-for listening to my rants and helping me with detective work The Graveyard Shift-you guys are my reason for doing this ;)
"Mommy it's not fair!" the nine year old exclaimed, stamping her feet.
"Lindsey, I just don't see why you need eighty dollar shoes. I mean, didn't I just buy you new shoes last weekend," an exasperated Catherine replied.
"But Suzie's mommy got her those pink sparkly ones," Lindsey whined.
"Well I'm not Suzie's mommy am I?" Catherine sighed.
"I wish you were," Lindsey muttered.
"What did you say, young lady?" Catherine asked, feeling ready to cry.
"I said I wish you were Suzie's mommy because she's a lot cooler than you are," Lindsey said slamming the door to her bedroom shut. Before Catherine could say anything more, the doorbell rang.
"Oh what do you want?" she exclaimed, flinging the door open to reveal a surprised looking Grissom.
"Is this a bad time?" he asked, noting how upset Catherine looked.
"If you were a nine year old girl, would you disown your mother over a pair of shoes?" Catherine asked pulling him inside the house.
"Well since I don't think I'm really qualified to answer that, I'll take a wild guess and say that you and Lindsey just got into some sort of argument over said shoes?" Grissom replied.
Catherine nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
"It couldn't have been that bad," he said brushing the blond hair out of her eyes.
"Am I a bad mother?" Catherine whispered.