Title: Telling Dad and Moving On
Author: LissaMarie
E-mail: MelMarie612@aol.com
Rated: PG-13 (I might make that higher depending on how graphic I get. There is violence against children and swearing.)
Feedback: Please! I like to know how I'm doing.
Disclaimer: All the characters that you may recognize from CSI - Crime Scene Investigation do not belong to me. The other original characters do belong to me.
Summary: Kait tries to convince Nick to let her tell her father about their relationship. Catherine and Grissom are moving toward a relationship that is more than friendly. Warrick and Sara find themselves falling hard for one another. Sequel to Daddy Dearest--Takes place a few months later.
Author's Note #1: This contains SPOILERS for the SEASON 2 FINALE. I will be mentioning Gil's...illness (Was that vague enough for spoiler virgins overseas?). If you have not seen the finale and do not wish to know what I'm talking about, please do not continue. I invite you back to read this fic at a later date. I just don't want to ruin anyone's surprise.
AN #2: This fic is set in early December which would make Daddy Dearest set in about September. I'm not using the case I mentioned at the end of that story...That was just my way of finishing. I have a new case blocked out that will get to every CSI...
WARNING: This story contains violence toward a children. I strongly believe that the worst crimes that are committed are those against children. This story is, in no way, intended to sensationalize such crimes. I needed a case that would get everyone where they live and this is what I came up with.
Okay, now that that is all done...Thank you all for your support of Daddy Dearest. I wasn't all that sure of my ability to write the complex characters of CSI correctly, but I figured I would try anyway. No one has told me that it sucked TOO BAD, so I will continue with this story. Apparently, my chapters were too short for the other fic, so I'll ask again...
Long chapters less often, or short chapters more often? Either works for me. I'm going to have school and work starting in just over a week (instead of just work and occasionally babysitting), so updates will not be as frequent as before. I won't be able to write in class until I get into the groove of having class again (Who actually pays attention in Trig anyway??).
Enough of my ramble and onto the story...
Telling Dad and Moving On: Part 1
By LissaMarie
August 25-26, 2002
"Do you think Lindsay would prefer to just get a gift certificate to the toy store? I guess, it would be easier for Catherine if I just picked out a toy. Maybe a doll?" Kait turned around to Nick who was following her around the mall carrying her bags. They were finishing up Kait's Christmas shopping on their only night off, and both were having a good time. The crowds and noise barely fazed the two as they focus their attention on one another.
"She's a nine year old girl--She probably has tons of dolls. Maybe some clothes for them and something else," Nick suggested. He chuckled when Kait lifted an eyebrow toward him. "I do have 3 sisters."
"That's what we'll do. Let's get something to eat first though. I'm starving," Kait decided leading them toward the food court. Her knee-length skirt swayed gently with each step, and she, in her semi-tight white blouse, caught the attention of most of the men that walked by. She paid them no mind but she knew Nick was feeling territorial. She could feel him walking closer to her. They passed by Victoria's Secret, and Nick shot a brash grin toward Kait who, in turn, slapped his arm--Hard.
"Ow!" Nick rubbed his arm as best he could with the bags in his hands.
"My dad and I are having dinner at my house next Friday night," Kait informed Nick as they somehow managed to find an empty table in the bustling food court.
Nick grunted in response. He knew where this conversation was going.
"Maybe you can join us. I'm sure dad wouldn't mind," she hinted as she looked around at all the vendors. So, so many choices...
"I don't want to interrupt your time with your father. I'm sure that--"
"Are you afraid of my dad, Nick?" Kait questioned, interrupting his sentence with a sweet smile playing on her lips.
"No," Nick insited leaning back in his chair.
"Fine. Then we'll tell him tomorrow at the office--"
"Not at the office. He's required to carry a gun at the office," Nick explained, this time leaning forward as if trying to reinforce his point.
"Dad won't shoot you, if only because of the inconvenience of having to find someone to take over your work," Kati explained soothingly.
"Thanks, Kait. That makes me feel a whole lot better."
Kait decided to drop the subject and move on. "So what are your plans for Christmas?"
Nick accepted the change of topic gratefully. "I was thinking of going down to my sister's house. The holiday dinner's have been moved there since my mother isn't really up to the cooking and entertaining involved in having it at her house anymore."
"Oh," Kait replied sounding disappointed.
"If you want me to stay up here, I can--"
"I would never ask you to skip out on your family. I'll probably spend the day with my dad. It'll be our first Christmas together," Kait told him seriously. "If your plans to go to Texas fall through or anything, you're more than welcome to come over my place. Even if we do it as just-friends around my father."
"Do you want me to come to dinner Friday night?" Nick finally asked after moment of silence.
"What I want is a cheeseburger and an extra-large fry and for you to do whatever makes you feel the most comfortable, and if us spending time together behind my father's back makes you feel comfortable, that's the way we'll keep it. What can I get you while I'm up?" Kait stated as she stretched.
"You stay and watch your bags--I'll go," he stood up and began to walk away. He hesitated for a second and turned around. "What time should I be over Friday night?"
"Six thirty would be perfect," Kait smiled as she watched him walk away from the table. Things finally seemed perfect to her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jeff Sampson made his way over the hill toward the grounds he was supposed to survey. He wondered absently why anyone would want to build any kind of business in the middle of nowhere when all the action in Downtown Vegas. He didn't much care, really. His job was to get the measurements and give them to the boss. He did wish, though, that he had waited until morning or asked someone to join him. His mind had always played tricks on him while he was alone at night.
He stood in the middle of the field and placed his equipment down on the ground. It would have been easier to do his work during the daylight hours, but an earlier deadline had been set, and he had a lot to do. He dug a small hole in the rain-softened soil/sand. The uneven grounding made his job all the more difficult. Something hard in the ground captured his attention, and he went about trying to uncover it.
What he saw made him recoil in shock. "Oh my God."
A small human skull had been unearthed.
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Gil Grissom arrived at the scene with Catherine, Sara, and Warrick in tow. Jim Brass had called him personally and told him to bring every CSI he could. He hadn't mentioned what had happened.
"You're not going to believe this one," the homicide detective said in place of a hello. "A surveyor came out to the grounds to get a job down and came across a skeleton as he was doing it."
"What's so unbelievable about that?" Warrick couldn't help but ask. It was a sad fact, but murders happened all the time. He saw Sara nod in agreement.
"The skeleton was of a child, the best we can tell," Brass explained patiently. "But the part you won't believe is what we found when we got here. More skeletons. A body too."
"How many are we talking about?" Grissom asked his eyes wide.
"So far 4--all kids--, but we're going to keep looking," Jim told them straight faced. The wear on his face was evident. No one liked investigating a case involving children.
"Maybe we should call in Nick and Kait," Warrick suggested.
Catherine looked up sharply. "I'll do it," she said quickly. She knew that no one knew about Kait and Nick's relationship. She was sure that Warrick had an idea that something was going on with them, but he wasn't sure like she was. Kait had let her in on the little secret, and Catherine gave her advice whenever she needed it.
Gil gave her an odd look before nodding. He and the other two CSI's started won to the crime scene.
Catherine pulled out her cell phone and dialed the now-familiar number to Kait's apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kait moaned quietly as Nick's hands trailed down her back and his lips caressed hers. She pulled herself into his lap and pressed closer to him. Her fingers wove through his hair keeping his lips on hers.
Then the phone rang.
Nick pulled away slightly and put his forehead against hers. "Someone will die," he promised in a whisper with a small smile playing on his lips.
Kait groaned and grabbed the phone. "Kait Grissom."
"Hey, Kait. I hope I'm not interrupting anything," a voice she recognized as Catherine's said.
Smacking Nick's hand from under her skirt playfully, she giggled, "Nope. What exactly would you be interrupting?"
"I don't know...Maybe some private time with a certain dark and handsome man."
"A dark and handsome man? Nick's the only other person here. Who're you talkin' about?" Kait replied laughing when Nick pouted at her.
"I'm actually calling for work. We got a new crime scene. Four DBs so far and they're expecting more. They're kids according to Brass. Can we count on you and Nick to get out here?"
"We'll leave in a few minutes," Kait assured her. Catherine gave her the location, and Kait hung up without saying goodbye.
"We're going to work?" Nick questioned raising his eyebrows. He knew he and Kait wouldn't get any further than the were, but he had been enjoying himself. Kait was definitely something else.
"They've got four dead children, and they're expecting more," Kait explained extracting herself from his embrace. She stood up and looked down at herself. She decided quickly that the fleece pants and oversized sweatshirt (that some how got in her draw from Nick's house) that she had changed into after they had arrived at her house would have to do.
Nick pulled himself up and grabbed his coat from the arm of the couch. He helped Kait into hers, and they were off.
TO BE CONTINUED...
So, how's that for a start? This case is a little more in depth than the other one and will probably take longer to unravel. I hope that you will find it and the characters' reactions to it interesting. As always, Read and Review, please.