Decided not to put a disclaimer in here. So sue me. Got no money for me to
have, let alone anyone else.
AN: None really. Wow! I actually can't think of something to say. Write this one down. No one really reads this thing anyway. I mean I could write that WP is nekkid in my bed right now and no one would know, coz they wouldn't read it. ;) Thanks to Allie-wan for beta-ing.
Life According to The Grissom's: Gifts
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"I'm back," Gil called as he shut the front door.
"I'm in the kitchen," Catherine answered.
Gil walked in the kitchen holding a bag from the drugstore. "Hey, look at what I got."
Catherine accepted the bag and started pulling out items. A confused look came over her face. "Gil, what's this?" She asked, holding up a small item.
"It's a pacifier."
"I know it's a pacifier, but why? Drew has 6 of them already."
"Yeah, but this one has a baseball on it." Gil pointed to the pacifier.
Catherine nodded and rifled through the bag again. "What about this?"
"Catherine," he said slowly. "That would be a sweatshirt. It says UNLV, your alma mater."
"I can see it's a sweatshirt. What month is it?" She asked patiently.
Confused, he answered, "April."
"Yes, it's late April and this will probably fit him in another month or two. What is Drew going to do with a sweatshirt in June?"
"Oh. Now I know why it was so cheap." Disappointment colored his voice.
"Well, it is cute," Catherine said softly, trying to make him feel better. "Okay, this?" She held up a box.
"It's a Mozart Magic Cube," Gil voice was laced with excitement. "See, you press these buttons and it plays 'The Marriage of Figaro', 'Ah! Vous Dirai- je, Maman', and four or five others." He pressed a button to demonstrate. "Plus it plays the flute and the violin and the piano."
"I see that. It's cute, but it's a bit old for him. Is there a volume? It's pretty loud."
Gil reached for the box. "I'll take it back. You're right, he wouldn't know what to do with it anyway."
Catherine realized she'd hurt his feelings and stopped rooting through the bag. "Hey," she said gently, laying a hand on his arm. "I don't want you to take it back. I love it. And he will too." 'In about 3 months,' she said to herself. "I just have one question. Where are the diapers?"
Gil squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh shit. I knew I was forgetting something."
Catherine laughed. "You're gonna think shit; he's down to his last diaper. Did you buy the milk and juice that I asked you to?"
She knew the answer to that because he wouldn't look at her. "I'll be back in a few." Gil grabbed his keys and left, her laughter following him.
A half an hour later, Gil returned, promised items in hand. After putting the milk and juice in the refrigerator, he walked to his son's room to put away the diapers. 'Damn, it's cold in here,' he thought to himself as he walked down the hallway to the bedroom he shared with Catherine. Stopping in the doorway and he saw Lindsey sitting on their bed with her back to the door. She had a blanket wrapped around her and Catherine was sitting across from her dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He heard the music from the music cube he'd bought playing, but it sounded muffled. Curious, he walked around to Catherine and stopped short at the sight of Andrew. Catherine had not only dressed him in the sweatshirt he'd bought, but she had put the bumblebee booties on over the sleeper that was printed with tiny beetles. All spur of the moment purchases made tonight. In his mouth was the baseball pacifier.
"Now I know why the ac is maxed out," Gil said as he sat next to Catherine.
"You brought gifts to your son and I made you feel stupid. I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Lindsey, close your eyes," Gil told her.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to kiss your mother." Gil leaned over and kissed Catherine slowly and thoroughly.
"Ewwww! Gag! Are you two almost done?" Lindsey asked a moment later. "There are children present, you know."
Catherine chuckled against Gil's mouth and pulled away. "Okay, Linds, we're done now."
"Good. I'm never going to kiss a guy like that." Lindsey stated emphatically.
"Like what?" Gil asked.
"With my tongue. That is so gross! Have you not heard of germs?" Lindsey shuddered. "It's disgusting."
Gil and Catherine erupted into laughter over her comments. "You better not be kissing any guys right now," Gil said, trying to be stern, but failing.
Lindsey blushed bright red and ducked her head. Catherine and Gil looked at each other and then back to Lindsey.
"Who kissed you, Lindsey?" Catherine asked. They had had THE talk several times and Catherine knew Lindsey felt comfortable talking to her, but this was new information. She was betting that it had happened in the last few days.
"Brad Emerson. Right in front of everybody, Mom." Lindsey wailed. "I was so embarrassed."
"What did you do?"
"I smacked him a good one. He didn't even ask me, he just did it."
"Who is Brad Emerson and what is he doing kissing you?" Gil's tone was indignant. "Who are his parents? Does he even HAVE parents? Obviously not, or he wouldn't go around kissing 12 year old girls! I'm going to go over to his house and have a talk with him."
"Gil!" Catherine exclaimed. "Power down, would you?" She knew that Gil was very protective of Lindsey, but now was not the time for him to jump off the deep end. She turned to Lindsey. "I'm sorry he kissed you. And while I'm glad you stood up for yourself, hitting someone is probably not the best way to handle the situation." Privately she cheered her daughter on.
"I know I shouldn't have hit him. Now he hates me."
"Why would he hate you?" Catherine reached over and stroked Lindsey's hair.
"Because everyone laughed at him. He thinks he's all cool and stuff but I think he's a jerk." She looked at her mom. "You don't just do that without asking. That's just wrong."
"You're right, it is wrong," Catherine agreed. Deciding it was time to change the subject, she turned to Gil. "Us girls are going to go get some ice cream. Think you boys will be okay without us?"
"That would be fine. Drew and I will do a little male bonding while you're gone." He stood up, reached for Andrew and pulled him into his arms. "Let's go watch the ball game and leave these icky girls alone."
"Hey, we are not 'icky girls'!" Catherine told him, swatting his rear as he walked by.
Gil chuckled. "You are if you don't bring me any ice cream back." He stopped at the door and turned to Catherine. "Do we have any of that RediWip in the fridge? I'm thinking that sounds good tonight." He winked at her and left.
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AN: None really. Wow! I actually can't think of something to say. Write this one down. No one really reads this thing anyway. I mean I could write that WP is nekkid in my bed right now and no one would know, coz they wouldn't read it. ;) Thanks to Allie-wan for beta-ing.
Life According to The Grissom's: Gifts
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"I'm back," Gil called as he shut the front door.
"I'm in the kitchen," Catherine answered.
Gil walked in the kitchen holding a bag from the drugstore. "Hey, look at what I got."
Catherine accepted the bag and started pulling out items. A confused look came over her face. "Gil, what's this?" She asked, holding up a small item.
"It's a pacifier."
"I know it's a pacifier, but why? Drew has 6 of them already."
"Yeah, but this one has a baseball on it." Gil pointed to the pacifier.
Catherine nodded and rifled through the bag again. "What about this?"
"Catherine," he said slowly. "That would be a sweatshirt. It says UNLV, your alma mater."
"I can see it's a sweatshirt. What month is it?" She asked patiently.
Confused, he answered, "April."
"Yes, it's late April and this will probably fit him in another month or two. What is Drew going to do with a sweatshirt in June?"
"Oh. Now I know why it was so cheap." Disappointment colored his voice.
"Well, it is cute," Catherine said softly, trying to make him feel better. "Okay, this?" She held up a box.
"It's a Mozart Magic Cube," Gil voice was laced with excitement. "See, you press these buttons and it plays 'The Marriage of Figaro', 'Ah! Vous Dirai- je, Maman', and four or five others." He pressed a button to demonstrate. "Plus it plays the flute and the violin and the piano."
"I see that. It's cute, but it's a bit old for him. Is there a volume? It's pretty loud."
Gil reached for the box. "I'll take it back. You're right, he wouldn't know what to do with it anyway."
Catherine realized she'd hurt his feelings and stopped rooting through the bag. "Hey," she said gently, laying a hand on his arm. "I don't want you to take it back. I love it. And he will too." 'In about 3 months,' she said to herself. "I just have one question. Where are the diapers?"
Gil squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh shit. I knew I was forgetting something."
Catherine laughed. "You're gonna think shit; he's down to his last diaper. Did you buy the milk and juice that I asked you to?"
She knew the answer to that because he wouldn't look at her. "I'll be back in a few." Gil grabbed his keys and left, her laughter following him.
A half an hour later, Gil returned, promised items in hand. After putting the milk and juice in the refrigerator, he walked to his son's room to put away the diapers. 'Damn, it's cold in here,' he thought to himself as he walked down the hallway to the bedroom he shared with Catherine. Stopping in the doorway and he saw Lindsey sitting on their bed with her back to the door. She had a blanket wrapped around her and Catherine was sitting across from her dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He heard the music from the music cube he'd bought playing, but it sounded muffled. Curious, he walked around to Catherine and stopped short at the sight of Andrew. Catherine had not only dressed him in the sweatshirt he'd bought, but she had put the bumblebee booties on over the sleeper that was printed with tiny beetles. All spur of the moment purchases made tonight. In his mouth was the baseball pacifier.
"Now I know why the ac is maxed out," Gil said as he sat next to Catherine.
"You brought gifts to your son and I made you feel stupid. I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Lindsey, close your eyes," Gil told her.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to kiss your mother." Gil leaned over and kissed Catherine slowly and thoroughly.
"Ewwww! Gag! Are you two almost done?" Lindsey asked a moment later. "There are children present, you know."
Catherine chuckled against Gil's mouth and pulled away. "Okay, Linds, we're done now."
"Good. I'm never going to kiss a guy like that." Lindsey stated emphatically.
"Like what?" Gil asked.
"With my tongue. That is so gross! Have you not heard of germs?" Lindsey shuddered. "It's disgusting."
Gil and Catherine erupted into laughter over her comments. "You better not be kissing any guys right now," Gil said, trying to be stern, but failing.
Lindsey blushed bright red and ducked her head. Catherine and Gil looked at each other and then back to Lindsey.
"Who kissed you, Lindsey?" Catherine asked. They had had THE talk several times and Catherine knew Lindsey felt comfortable talking to her, but this was new information. She was betting that it had happened in the last few days.
"Brad Emerson. Right in front of everybody, Mom." Lindsey wailed. "I was so embarrassed."
"What did you do?"
"I smacked him a good one. He didn't even ask me, he just did it."
"Who is Brad Emerson and what is he doing kissing you?" Gil's tone was indignant. "Who are his parents? Does he even HAVE parents? Obviously not, or he wouldn't go around kissing 12 year old girls! I'm going to go over to his house and have a talk with him."
"Gil!" Catherine exclaimed. "Power down, would you?" She knew that Gil was very protective of Lindsey, but now was not the time for him to jump off the deep end. She turned to Lindsey. "I'm sorry he kissed you. And while I'm glad you stood up for yourself, hitting someone is probably not the best way to handle the situation." Privately she cheered her daughter on.
"I know I shouldn't have hit him. Now he hates me."
"Why would he hate you?" Catherine reached over and stroked Lindsey's hair.
"Because everyone laughed at him. He thinks he's all cool and stuff but I think he's a jerk." She looked at her mom. "You don't just do that without asking. That's just wrong."
"You're right, it is wrong," Catherine agreed. Deciding it was time to change the subject, she turned to Gil. "Us girls are going to go get some ice cream. Think you boys will be okay without us?"
"That would be fine. Drew and I will do a little male bonding while you're gone." He stood up, reached for Andrew and pulled him into his arms. "Let's go watch the ball game and leave these icky girls alone."
"Hey, we are not 'icky girls'!" Catherine told him, swatting his rear as he walked by.
Gil chuckled. "You are if you don't bring me any ice cream back." He stopped at the door and turned to Catherine. "Do we have any of that RediWip in the fridge? I'm thinking that sounds good tonight." He winked at her and left.
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