Chapter 7
"I'll see your marker and raise you two pens," Nick said.
"Wait, how much are markers worth again," asked Sarah peering at the pile of writing utensils on the table.
"Five...I think," Greg replied. "You know Nick; normally poker is played with those little plastic things called chips."
"I got that one Einstein," Nick replied. "You know if the chips hadn't come up missing, we'd be in great shape."
Greg, Nick and Sarah were attempting to play poker with a mere three people and no poker chips while Warrick investigated the contents of the refrigerator.
"Grissom probably used the chips as trays for bug larva or something," Nick muttered jokingly.
"You guys need some new games anyway," Warrick shrugged.
"We need something to do," Sarah muttered.
Everyone in the break room knew Sarah was right; So far the evening was shaping up to be like the rest of the week had been: slow with very easily solved cases. The entire team was getting restless and ready for something they could sink their teeth into.
"I bet Grissom knows some good card games that don't involve chips or an even number of people," quipped Warrick now leaning against the fridge. "Where is he anyways?"
"Court, I think," Greg replied, trying to balance a pencil on the table by its point. "Ecklie was supposed to go, but he wimped out with a cold or something."
"Go figure," Nick chuckled. "Why would a trial be still going on at this hour?" Sara asked, trying to keep a good poker face.
"Maybe he went home to change," Greg replied with a smug look on his face. "Because rumor has it, he wasn't at home this morning, if you know what I mean."
"No way," Sara said.
"I wouldn't put it past either of them," Greg continued. "I mean Grissom's a man like any of us, and Catherine, well I must say she certainly knows her way around a dance floor."
"Yeah, because she certainly mopped the floor with you," Warrick chuckled. "You'd better start practicing for this thing at the Governor's mansion."
"What thing?" Catherine asked entering the break room, with Lindsey in tow.
"It's a formal party at the Governor's mansion," Nick replied. "You know black tie, awards, dinner, dancing, that sort of thing. Hey isn't it your day off Cath?"
"Does that mean you get to wear a pretty dress Mommy?" exclaimed Lindsey with wide eyes.
"Yes, but I doubt I'll go baby," Catherine said softly to her daughter. Turning back to Nick, Catherine said, "It is my day off, but I thought I'd stop in and take care of something on our way home....Is Grissom in his office?"
Before anyone could reply, Catherine had already begun to head in that direction while Lindsey climbed into a chair exclaiming, "Hey do you guys know how to play Go Fish?"
****************************************
"So if Mommy gets to dress up like Cinderella, does that make Uncle Gil Prince Charming?" Lindsey suddenly asked from behind a hand of cards.
"What do you mean?" Sara asked, quietly regarding the little girl.
"That party Nick was talking about, it's like a ball," Lindsey continued. "And Mommy's pretty like Cinderella and if she got all dressed up and went to a ball, someone would have to be Prince Charming. Cinderella loved Prince Charming and so that means Uncle Gil has to be Prince Charming. Go fish."
As Sara picked a card from the pile on the table, Greg suddenly exclaimed, "Because your mom loves Grissom!"
Lindsey stared at Greg for a moment, "Well duh. It's your turn."
*******************************************
After waiting around for about an hour for Grissom to show up, Catherine and Lindsey had finally decided to head home. On their way out the door however, Catherine nearly ran smack into the person she'd been waiting for all night.
"Oh hey Gil," Catherine said, trying to be casual.
"Cath," he began, but stopped when a shorter blonde flung herself into his arms.
"Hi Uncle Gil!" exclaimed Lindsey, giving him a hug.
"Hey Lindsey," Grissom replied, returning the little girl's hug. "How was your camp-out?"
"It was great! I found all kinds of neat bugs and spiders and stuff. I drew you a picture of some of them, but it's at home. Maybe you can come over sometime soon and get it," Lindsey babbled.
"Yeah maybe," Grissom said softly, tossing a glace towards Catherine who looked away as soon as their eyes met.
"We should get going sweetie," Catherine said to her daughter. Looking down at the party invitation in her hand, she then asked Grissom, "So you going to this thing?"
"Well I hadn't planned on it," Grissom began, not sure how to go on. "But Brass said that backing out really wasn't an option. So I went ahead and got a date, so yeah I'll be there."
For a moment, Catherine was completely speechless. Blinking back tears, she managed to say to Lindsey, "so what movie should we rent?"
"Cinderella!" Lindsey exclaimed, waving to Grissom as Catherine led her to the car.
***Who is Grissom's date?? And where the heck was he all day?? Will Lindsey's fairytale dreams come true?? These answers and more in Chapter 8 so stayed tuned for the newly extended version of Anger Management!
"I'll see your marker and raise you two pens," Nick said.
"Wait, how much are markers worth again," asked Sarah peering at the pile of writing utensils on the table.
"Five...I think," Greg replied. "You know Nick; normally poker is played with those little plastic things called chips."
"I got that one Einstein," Nick replied. "You know if the chips hadn't come up missing, we'd be in great shape."
Greg, Nick and Sarah were attempting to play poker with a mere three people and no poker chips while Warrick investigated the contents of the refrigerator.
"Grissom probably used the chips as trays for bug larva or something," Nick muttered jokingly.
"You guys need some new games anyway," Warrick shrugged.
"We need something to do," Sarah muttered.
Everyone in the break room knew Sarah was right; So far the evening was shaping up to be like the rest of the week had been: slow with very easily solved cases. The entire team was getting restless and ready for something they could sink their teeth into.
"I bet Grissom knows some good card games that don't involve chips or an even number of people," quipped Warrick now leaning against the fridge. "Where is he anyways?"
"Court, I think," Greg replied, trying to balance a pencil on the table by its point. "Ecklie was supposed to go, but he wimped out with a cold or something."
"Go figure," Nick chuckled. "Why would a trial be still going on at this hour?" Sara asked, trying to keep a good poker face.
"Maybe he went home to change," Greg replied with a smug look on his face. "Because rumor has it, he wasn't at home this morning, if you know what I mean."
"No way," Sara said.
"I wouldn't put it past either of them," Greg continued. "I mean Grissom's a man like any of us, and Catherine, well I must say she certainly knows her way around a dance floor."
"Yeah, because she certainly mopped the floor with you," Warrick chuckled. "You'd better start practicing for this thing at the Governor's mansion."
"What thing?" Catherine asked entering the break room, with Lindsey in tow.
"It's a formal party at the Governor's mansion," Nick replied. "You know black tie, awards, dinner, dancing, that sort of thing. Hey isn't it your day off Cath?"
"Does that mean you get to wear a pretty dress Mommy?" exclaimed Lindsey with wide eyes.
"Yes, but I doubt I'll go baby," Catherine said softly to her daughter. Turning back to Nick, Catherine said, "It is my day off, but I thought I'd stop in and take care of something on our way home....Is Grissom in his office?"
Before anyone could reply, Catherine had already begun to head in that direction while Lindsey climbed into a chair exclaiming, "Hey do you guys know how to play Go Fish?"
****************************************
"So if Mommy gets to dress up like Cinderella, does that make Uncle Gil Prince Charming?" Lindsey suddenly asked from behind a hand of cards.
"What do you mean?" Sara asked, quietly regarding the little girl.
"That party Nick was talking about, it's like a ball," Lindsey continued. "And Mommy's pretty like Cinderella and if she got all dressed up and went to a ball, someone would have to be Prince Charming. Cinderella loved Prince Charming and so that means Uncle Gil has to be Prince Charming. Go fish."
As Sara picked a card from the pile on the table, Greg suddenly exclaimed, "Because your mom loves Grissom!"
Lindsey stared at Greg for a moment, "Well duh. It's your turn."
*******************************************
After waiting around for about an hour for Grissom to show up, Catherine and Lindsey had finally decided to head home. On their way out the door however, Catherine nearly ran smack into the person she'd been waiting for all night.
"Oh hey Gil," Catherine said, trying to be casual.
"Cath," he began, but stopped when a shorter blonde flung herself into his arms.
"Hi Uncle Gil!" exclaimed Lindsey, giving him a hug.
"Hey Lindsey," Grissom replied, returning the little girl's hug. "How was your camp-out?"
"It was great! I found all kinds of neat bugs and spiders and stuff. I drew you a picture of some of them, but it's at home. Maybe you can come over sometime soon and get it," Lindsey babbled.
"Yeah maybe," Grissom said softly, tossing a glace towards Catherine who looked away as soon as their eyes met.
"We should get going sweetie," Catherine said to her daughter. Looking down at the party invitation in her hand, she then asked Grissom, "So you going to this thing?"
"Well I hadn't planned on it," Grissom began, not sure how to go on. "But Brass said that backing out really wasn't an option. So I went ahead and got a date, so yeah I'll be there."
For a moment, Catherine was completely speechless. Blinking back tears, she managed to say to Lindsey, "so what movie should we rent?"
"Cinderella!" Lindsey exclaimed, waving to Grissom as Catherine led her to the car.
***Who is Grissom's date?? And where the heck was he all day?? Will Lindsey's fairytale dreams come true?? These answers and more in Chapter 8 so stayed tuned for the newly extended version of Anger Management!