Title: Childish Games
A/N : Sequel to Looking Through Your Eyes ! Greg has to baby-sit lil'
Lindsey !
"Thanks so much for watching her, Greg. I would have asked Warrick or Sara but they're both still tied up in court. I really owe you big time" Catherine was hurrying around the house, purse in one hand, coat in the other.
Greg had to admit she looked good for her date. Reallll good. "Ah, don't sweat it, Cath. Just return the favor one day by babysittingmy kids"
Catherine snorted and looked up at him, an incredulous look on her face.
"Yeah, I know, I know. poor kids. Now, come ....go. Enjoy your date"
"Yeah, thanks again. Do I need to check in every hour to make sure you're still alive?"
"No, I'll survive the girlyness. Don't call, just enjoy yourself."
"Bye"
Greg closed the door behind Catherine and casually walked into the living- room, hands in his pockets. Her place looked nice. Cosy. Home almost. Now where was that mini version of Catherine ?
"Lindsey? Where are you, *my sweetheart* ?!"
"Behind you, silly"
Greg instantly turned around to see the cute little blonde standing behind, just like she'd said. She was wearing pink pj's and matching pink slippers and innocently looked at him with her big blue eyes.
"Ah. Yeah, I knew you were standing behind me the whole time.yeah, I did"
Lindsey giggled and gave him a playful push. "You're weird, Greg"
"Thank you. I try"
"What do you want to do?"
Greg shrugged. "Anything you want my princess" He glanced from left to right. "But first, do you happen to know who's dating your mom?" If he could find out, he would be THE king at the Crime Lab. He and Nick had been trying to found out who this mysterious guy was that Cath had been seeing for a while now and if he could find out.....He'd be the man!
Lindsey wrinkled her little, freckled nose. "I dunno"
"Ow" Greg said disappointed, the images of his glorious victory quickly fading away. "So, what's on the agenda for tonight? Your mom told me not to let you near any lunchboxes"
Lindsey grinned. "Mommy says I'm ..lethal or something with those things" She looked around the room, from the couch to the tv. " I know, I know! We can play with my Barbies"
Before Greg could answer, or object, the little girl ran off to her room.
"Oow goodie" The Lab Technician slumped down on the couch at the prospect of all the pink, blond, plastic dolls.
"Here!!!!" Lindsey literally shoved three of her dolls into Greg's face, giggled and jumped on the couch next to him.
"This is my mommy, look you can see, because I cut off the Barbie's hair" She held up a blond, short-haired Barbie with black pants and a white shirt. "And this...is Uncle Grissom, see? He has sunglasses because I don't have any real Ken-glasses" Greg pulled a weird face when Lindsey handed him the Grissom-doll; A plastic male 'Barbie' with a fake tan, sparkling white teeth, dark hair that was painted on his head, a nice suit and orange sunglasses. "The resemblance is astonishing"
"Hmm-hmm. And now we can play Crime..Scene Investi-gators" Lindsey said, ignoring his comment on the Grissom-doll. "I'll be Grissom, you be mommy"
"Oooo-kay" Greg said, not understanding the logic of him being Catherine and Lindsey being Grissom.
"Ok! Hi, beautiful lady, I'm Unc..I mean, I am Mr Gil Grissom, do you want to see my bugs?"
Greg stifled a laugh and answered in a high voice, stiffly moving the doll around from left to right, "I'm Catherine Willows, Mr Bugman and I LOOoooooooove you"
Lindsey squealed and giggled. "nooo Greg, you silly ! Now they find out who did it"
"Did what?"
"The murder"
"Ow"
Lindsey frowned at him and started to round up her dolls. "I have a better idea. I'll show you my drawings" Her arms filled with dolls, the little girl took off again, only to return less than 20 seconds later, her arms filled with sheets of papers this time.
She lay them out across the floor and Greg watched them curiously. Most drawings were of fluffy purple bunnies, pink clouds, yellow smiling suns and equally smiling happy-looking flowers but one really stood out. "Lemme see that one, Linds" Greg pointed.
"Ok!" Happy, he picked out that particular drawing, she handed it to him and then hovered over it herself, trying to explain who was who. It was a bright, colourful drawing like all the others, but this piece of artwork featured a house and people. "That's me" She pointed at a small, grinning figure in the drawing, with yellow hair. "Mommy" Next to her was a taller version of herself, Catherine with yellow short hair and a black outfit. "Uncle Grissom" Next to Catherine stood Grissom, or 'floated' Grissom in the air as none of the figures really seem to stand on anything. He had a big head with grey curls and was of course wearing a pair of black glasses. "And that's Sara, Uncle Warrick and Nicky. I call them the 'Three Musketeers' " In the corner of the paper, there were three figures, all wearing blue. One woman with dark hair, a man with dark hair and a dark-skinned man. Floating above them was someone who seemed to be experiencing a bad hairday and he was wearing white coat. "Lemme guess" Greg sighed. "That's me"
Lindsey nodded eagerly. "And over there is daddy." She pointed at a small figure floating above the happy trio of Lindsey, Catherine and Grissom. The little guy seemed to be surrounded by...a lot of....women? "Who are they, with your dad?" Lindsey narrowed her eyes, thought about it for a sec and then answered, "His music fans. Daddy has a lot of girlfriends who like music"
"Ok" Greg nodded. Poor, innocent little kid, he thought to himself.
"So, you're mom and dad aren't together anymore, huh"
Lindsey looked at him, pulling up her brows. "They're...divorced" she said softly and blinked her eyes nervously.
"Do you want your mom and dad to come back together?" Greg asked, realising that although the whole divorce could have gone past Lindsey and happened a while back, she could still be struggling with some issues.
"Nope" Lindsey quickly answered than hopped off the couch. "Did you know I write poems too?"
Greg slowly shook his head. Lindsey reminded him so much of Catherine. Pretending to be fine, being strong. Changing the subject when she didn't like where the conversation was going. "Look at the back of my drawing" Lindsey instructed him. "I wrote mommy a poem to say I was sorry for throwing the lunchbox at Bobby's head and making her cry."
Greg turned the sheet of paper around and read the back of it.
Mommy, you're very nice And here is my advice, Don't cry because of me, I'm very very sorry, Don't forget I'll always be, Your little Lindsey
"Wow" Greg said, "I'm impressed. You thought of this all by yourself?"
"No" Lindsey said, "Uncle Grissom helped me. Wasn't it a good idea? It's a drawing AND a poem !"
"Yeah, it's great" Greg said." It's multifunctional"
"Yeah !.....I don't really know what that means..."
"Oh, well, you see Linds. It's really easy. Multifunctional means it has more functions than just one. In your case two!"
"Well, yeah"
Greg chuckled. The little girl's 'well, yeah' reminded him a lot of her mother's -duh's-, the ones she says whenever he states the obvious. Which means, she 'duh's' a lot around him.
"I think it's a great poem. Maybe, you can write me one for my birthday"
"I can write you one now! Greg is a nice....boy.." Lindsey stopped. "Um, boy, joy, toy! Who likes to play with his Microscope-toy, He..he.is always busy in the Lab with his Deenay (DNA), but he really likes to play.he....he has a crush on Sara....mara..tara.beara..nothing rhymes with Sara ! Um, He's had a crush on Sara for a long time, and I don't know what else to rhyme, they want to marry and .."
"Stop, ha ha, that's great Linds, that's great, ha ha " Greg said scratching the back of his head. "Save it for my birthday..okay?"
"Okay, Greggo" she yawned.
"You tired, Linds? You wanna go to bed?"
"No, I wanna stay here with you" Lindsey wrapped her little arms around his waist, gave him a kiss on the cheek than lay down her head in his lap. "G'night"
Greg smiled, stroked the top of her head and then inwardly debated on whether or not he'd watch television. But it'd probably wake up the little princess.
Three Hours later.
Catherine and her 'unanimous' date walked up to the front door.
"I really had a lovely time, Gil"
"Me to, Cath. And very grateful to Greg I must ad"
They both smiled.
"Well, see you tomorrow then" Gil finally said and was already turning away from her, when Catherine grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. "Oooh no you don't"
She leaned in, smiled and then kissed him. He, although surprised at first, kiss her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. The two lovers didn't stay that way for long though. They broke apart when they heard a low, male voice sing " Catherine and Grissom, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-.."until the song was interrupted by the high pitched giggles of a little girl.
~The End~
"Thanks so much for watching her, Greg. I would have asked Warrick or Sara but they're both still tied up in court. I really owe you big time" Catherine was hurrying around the house, purse in one hand, coat in the other.
Greg had to admit she looked good for her date. Reallll good. "Ah, don't sweat it, Cath. Just return the favor one day by babysittingmy kids"
Catherine snorted and looked up at him, an incredulous look on her face.
"Yeah, I know, I know. poor kids. Now, come ....go. Enjoy your date"
"Yeah, thanks again. Do I need to check in every hour to make sure you're still alive?"
"No, I'll survive the girlyness. Don't call, just enjoy yourself."
"Bye"
Greg closed the door behind Catherine and casually walked into the living- room, hands in his pockets. Her place looked nice. Cosy. Home almost. Now where was that mini version of Catherine ?
"Lindsey? Where are you, *my sweetheart* ?!"
"Behind you, silly"
Greg instantly turned around to see the cute little blonde standing behind, just like she'd said. She was wearing pink pj's and matching pink slippers and innocently looked at him with her big blue eyes.
"Ah. Yeah, I knew you were standing behind me the whole time.yeah, I did"
Lindsey giggled and gave him a playful push. "You're weird, Greg"
"Thank you. I try"
"What do you want to do?"
Greg shrugged. "Anything you want my princess" He glanced from left to right. "But first, do you happen to know who's dating your mom?" If he could find out, he would be THE king at the Crime Lab. He and Nick had been trying to found out who this mysterious guy was that Cath had been seeing for a while now and if he could find out.....He'd be the man!
Lindsey wrinkled her little, freckled nose. "I dunno"
"Ow" Greg said disappointed, the images of his glorious victory quickly fading away. "So, what's on the agenda for tonight? Your mom told me not to let you near any lunchboxes"
Lindsey grinned. "Mommy says I'm ..lethal or something with those things" She looked around the room, from the couch to the tv. " I know, I know! We can play with my Barbies"
Before Greg could answer, or object, the little girl ran off to her room.
"Oow goodie" The Lab Technician slumped down on the couch at the prospect of all the pink, blond, plastic dolls.
"Here!!!!" Lindsey literally shoved three of her dolls into Greg's face, giggled and jumped on the couch next to him.
"This is my mommy, look you can see, because I cut off the Barbie's hair" She held up a blond, short-haired Barbie with black pants and a white shirt. "And this...is Uncle Grissom, see? He has sunglasses because I don't have any real Ken-glasses" Greg pulled a weird face when Lindsey handed him the Grissom-doll; A plastic male 'Barbie' with a fake tan, sparkling white teeth, dark hair that was painted on his head, a nice suit and orange sunglasses. "The resemblance is astonishing"
"Hmm-hmm. And now we can play Crime..Scene Investi-gators" Lindsey said, ignoring his comment on the Grissom-doll. "I'll be Grissom, you be mommy"
"Oooo-kay" Greg said, not understanding the logic of him being Catherine and Lindsey being Grissom.
"Ok! Hi, beautiful lady, I'm Unc..I mean, I am Mr Gil Grissom, do you want to see my bugs?"
Greg stifled a laugh and answered in a high voice, stiffly moving the doll around from left to right, "I'm Catherine Willows, Mr Bugman and I LOOoooooooove you"
Lindsey squealed and giggled. "nooo Greg, you silly ! Now they find out who did it"
"Did what?"
"The murder"
"Ow"
Lindsey frowned at him and started to round up her dolls. "I have a better idea. I'll show you my drawings" Her arms filled with dolls, the little girl took off again, only to return less than 20 seconds later, her arms filled with sheets of papers this time.
She lay them out across the floor and Greg watched them curiously. Most drawings were of fluffy purple bunnies, pink clouds, yellow smiling suns and equally smiling happy-looking flowers but one really stood out. "Lemme see that one, Linds" Greg pointed.
"Ok!" Happy, he picked out that particular drawing, she handed it to him and then hovered over it herself, trying to explain who was who. It was a bright, colourful drawing like all the others, but this piece of artwork featured a house and people. "That's me" She pointed at a small, grinning figure in the drawing, with yellow hair. "Mommy" Next to her was a taller version of herself, Catherine with yellow short hair and a black outfit. "Uncle Grissom" Next to Catherine stood Grissom, or 'floated' Grissom in the air as none of the figures really seem to stand on anything. He had a big head with grey curls and was of course wearing a pair of black glasses. "And that's Sara, Uncle Warrick and Nicky. I call them the 'Three Musketeers' " In the corner of the paper, there were three figures, all wearing blue. One woman with dark hair, a man with dark hair and a dark-skinned man. Floating above them was someone who seemed to be experiencing a bad hairday and he was wearing white coat. "Lemme guess" Greg sighed. "That's me"
Lindsey nodded eagerly. "And over there is daddy." She pointed at a small figure floating above the happy trio of Lindsey, Catherine and Grissom. The little guy seemed to be surrounded by...a lot of....women? "Who are they, with your dad?" Lindsey narrowed her eyes, thought about it for a sec and then answered, "His music fans. Daddy has a lot of girlfriends who like music"
"Ok" Greg nodded. Poor, innocent little kid, he thought to himself.
"So, you're mom and dad aren't together anymore, huh"
Lindsey looked at him, pulling up her brows. "They're...divorced" she said softly and blinked her eyes nervously.
"Do you want your mom and dad to come back together?" Greg asked, realising that although the whole divorce could have gone past Lindsey and happened a while back, she could still be struggling with some issues.
"Nope" Lindsey quickly answered than hopped off the couch. "Did you know I write poems too?"
Greg slowly shook his head. Lindsey reminded him so much of Catherine. Pretending to be fine, being strong. Changing the subject when she didn't like where the conversation was going. "Look at the back of my drawing" Lindsey instructed him. "I wrote mommy a poem to say I was sorry for throwing the lunchbox at Bobby's head and making her cry."
Greg turned the sheet of paper around and read the back of it.
Mommy, you're very nice And here is my advice, Don't cry because of me, I'm very very sorry, Don't forget I'll always be, Your little Lindsey
"Wow" Greg said, "I'm impressed. You thought of this all by yourself?"
"No" Lindsey said, "Uncle Grissom helped me. Wasn't it a good idea? It's a drawing AND a poem !"
"Yeah, it's great" Greg said." It's multifunctional"
"Yeah !.....I don't really know what that means..."
"Oh, well, you see Linds. It's really easy. Multifunctional means it has more functions than just one. In your case two!"
"Well, yeah"
Greg chuckled. The little girl's 'well, yeah' reminded him a lot of her mother's -duh's-, the ones she says whenever he states the obvious. Which means, she 'duh's' a lot around him.
"I think it's a great poem. Maybe, you can write me one for my birthday"
"I can write you one now! Greg is a nice....boy.." Lindsey stopped. "Um, boy, joy, toy! Who likes to play with his Microscope-toy, He..he.is always busy in the Lab with his Deenay (DNA), but he really likes to play.he....he has a crush on Sara....mara..tara.beara..nothing rhymes with Sara ! Um, He's had a crush on Sara for a long time, and I don't know what else to rhyme, they want to marry and .."
"Stop, ha ha, that's great Linds, that's great, ha ha " Greg said scratching the back of his head. "Save it for my birthday..okay?"
"Okay, Greggo" she yawned.
"You tired, Linds? You wanna go to bed?"
"No, I wanna stay here with you" Lindsey wrapped her little arms around his waist, gave him a kiss on the cheek than lay down her head in his lap. "G'night"
Greg smiled, stroked the top of her head and then inwardly debated on whether or not he'd watch television. But it'd probably wake up the little princess.
Three Hours later.
Catherine and her 'unanimous' date walked up to the front door.
"I really had a lovely time, Gil"
"Me to, Cath. And very grateful to Greg I must ad"
They both smiled.
"Well, see you tomorrow then" Gil finally said and was already turning away from her, when Catherine grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. "Oooh no you don't"
She leaned in, smiled and then kissed him. He, although surprised at first, kiss her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. The two lovers didn't stay that way for long though. They broke apart when they heard a low, male voice sing " Catherine and Grissom, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-.."until the song was interrupted by the high pitched giggles of a little girl.
~The End~