Chapter 4 "Of course not," Grissom replied pulling her into his arms. "You're a wonderful mother, Catherine."

"But," she began.

"But nothing," Grissom finished for her. "You got into a silly argument over shoes."

"You know, you have this nasty habit of being right," Catherine said regaining her composure. "Why is that?"

"Luck I guess," Grissom said stepping back from her. "You want me to try and use some of that luck to talk to Lindsey?"

"I guess," Catherine replied. "She won't listen to me right now, but maybe she'll listen to you."

Grissom made his way into the little girl's room and found her sitting on her bed pouting.

"How's my favorite girl?" he asked sitting down besides her.

"Did Mommy tell about our fight?" Lindsey asked, looking like she couldn't decide whether to stay mad or give up.

"Kind of," Grissom admitted. "She was pretty upset when I got here."

"Really?" Lindsey whispered, looking extremely guilty. "Did she cry?"

Grissom nodded, "Your mommy loves you very much Lindsey. You know she'd do anything for you, and it makes her really sad to think she's let you down."

"I didn't mean to make her sad," Lindsey said softly. "I just really liked Suzie's shoes. I'd probably get sick of them pretty soon anyways."

Grissom smiled at the little girl, who looked so much like her mother.

"I guess I should probably tell Mommy this shouldn't I?" Lindsey said standing up. "I acted kind of silly, didn't I?"

"You did," Grissom replied. "But now you're acting very grown up, so I think your mommy's going to be very proud of you."

Lindsey beamed at him and scurried into the living room.

THE END