Making Beds
By: Manda and Allison
A/N: So, I was going over this tonight…and though it's short where we left off looked like an excellent stopping point (Jid I hope this is ok) … so here is chapter 6. It's incredibly short, but what the hey, here you go.
Chapter 6: Surprise!
"Mommy!" The first sensation was of a small body striking her legs, nearly causing her to fall backward onto the oriental carpet strewn across the entryway floor. Lindsey's sticky hands clutched at her pant leg, blond braids slung over lavender clad shoulders, overalls undone as she gazed up into her mother's cobalt eyes. Her eyes mirrored the color, but held the fountain of youth, which Catherine swore kept her from getting old.
"Baby." She knelt, embracing the small figure, eyes darting upward to glare accusingly at the child's traveling companion. Gil Grissom held a suitcase and child's L.L. Bean backpack, the scent of traveling, jelly, and old leather wafting from his body. She'd always loved that jacket, and the sight of him...the familiarity of her daughter and his jacket made it seem like she was home again.
"Hey." He greeted her warmly, smiling that uniquely Grissom smile; the one that made her knees go weak. Immediately she felt bad for hanging up on him the night before.
"Gil…hey." She smiled in return, not quite sure what to say to him. She felt a sweeping sense of guilt overcome her. How many despicable things had she said to him over the phone? Too many for her to count. Now here he was, standing outside her doorway on the front porch, with the one thing she longed for—her daughter. "Gil, I'm…sorry, about last night. I was angry…"
"No need to explain…really, it was nothing. I'm over it."
"Yes, I do need to explain, I should have never acted like that…I was being selfish."
"I should have come with you in the first place. You had every right to be angry."
"But I never had any right to take it out on you, and I know that." She swept her attention-deprived daughter into her arms, hugging her close. "It was nice of Mr. Grissom to bring you with him, wasn't it?"
"Silly, Mommy. He's Gil Grissom." Catherine chuckled, fastening the undone overalls before she set her child upon the floor, and turned to the figure leaning against the archway to the next room. "Momma- this is your granddaughter, Lindsey Madison Willows."
"Hi, Grandma!" The small body hurtled into the legs of her grandmother before Catherine could call a stop to it, and yet somehow Kay Burke did not react in the way her daughter had assumed she might. The child was a splash of water to the elder woman, and she lifted Lindsey into her arms with an ease with which she had never lifted her own children.
"How come I've never seen you before?"
"The same reason I haven't seen you, sweetheart. Your mommy and I live very far away from each other." Kay looked into the eyes, the eyes of her daughter and the son-in-law she never knew, and smiled. "But that's all going to change now, isn't it?"
"Momma…" Catherine smiled nervously, and tried her hand at changing the subject, "This is Gil Grissom, my…"
"… Boyfriend, if she'll have me," Grissom finished for her as he moved to put his arm around her. 'I love you too' he whispered into her ear, and Catherine felt her heart melt.
"You're not…" Kay looked at Lindsey, and back towards Gil.
Gil quickly figured out what she was getting at and responded, "Oh no, I'm just the chaperone on this little trip…Cath you didn't tell her about Eddie?"
"She did, it must have just slipped my mind…So Mr. Grissom; what is it that you do?"
"He plays with bugs." Lindsey offered, and Catherine chuckled at the determination with which her daughter pushed her way into the conversation.
"I'm an entomologist, Mrs. Burke." Grissom turned his head, smiling into Catherine's hair as his lips touched her scalp, and he could feel her tension slipping away. "I work in the Las Vegas crime lab with your daughter."
"I see." There was still a clear amount of shock in the motherly features, although
Catherine hadn't yet determined as to whether the shock was for her fortune or the amazement that there was fortune at all. "Then my daughter is lucky to have you, Mr. Grissom. And if you'd like to stay with us, we'll feel lucky to have you all."
"We'd be delighted," Grissom replied, Catherine throwing him a death glare as she pasted on her best smile and pretended to go along with the idea.
"I don't know whether to kiss you, for coming…or kill you for making me stay," she whispered into his ear before leading him to the kitchen and into the past life she'd worked so hard to hide.
TBC.
By: Manda and Allison
A/N: So, I was going over this tonight…and though it's short where we left off looked like an excellent stopping point (Jid I hope this is ok) … so here is chapter 6. It's incredibly short, but what the hey, here you go.
Chapter 6: Surprise!
"Mommy!" The first sensation was of a small body striking her legs, nearly causing her to fall backward onto the oriental carpet strewn across the entryway floor. Lindsey's sticky hands clutched at her pant leg, blond braids slung over lavender clad shoulders, overalls undone as she gazed up into her mother's cobalt eyes. Her eyes mirrored the color, but held the fountain of youth, which Catherine swore kept her from getting old.
"Baby." She knelt, embracing the small figure, eyes darting upward to glare accusingly at the child's traveling companion. Gil Grissom held a suitcase and child's L.L. Bean backpack, the scent of traveling, jelly, and old leather wafting from his body. She'd always loved that jacket, and the sight of him...the familiarity of her daughter and his jacket made it seem like she was home again.
"Hey." He greeted her warmly, smiling that uniquely Grissom smile; the one that made her knees go weak. Immediately she felt bad for hanging up on him the night before.
"Gil…hey." She smiled in return, not quite sure what to say to him. She felt a sweeping sense of guilt overcome her. How many despicable things had she said to him over the phone? Too many for her to count. Now here he was, standing outside her doorway on the front porch, with the one thing she longed for—her daughter. "Gil, I'm…sorry, about last night. I was angry…"
"No need to explain…really, it was nothing. I'm over it."
"Yes, I do need to explain, I should have never acted like that…I was being selfish."
"I should have come with you in the first place. You had every right to be angry."
"But I never had any right to take it out on you, and I know that." She swept her attention-deprived daughter into her arms, hugging her close. "It was nice of Mr. Grissom to bring you with him, wasn't it?"
"Silly, Mommy. He's Gil Grissom." Catherine chuckled, fastening the undone overalls before she set her child upon the floor, and turned to the figure leaning against the archway to the next room. "Momma- this is your granddaughter, Lindsey Madison Willows."
"Hi, Grandma!" The small body hurtled into the legs of her grandmother before Catherine could call a stop to it, and yet somehow Kay Burke did not react in the way her daughter had assumed she might. The child was a splash of water to the elder woman, and she lifted Lindsey into her arms with an ease with which she had never lifted her own children.
"How come I've never seen you before?"
"The same reason I haven't seen you, sweetheart. Your mommy and I live very far away from each other." Kay looked into the eyes, the eyes of her daughter and the son-in-law she never knew, and smiled. "But that's all going to change now, isn't it?"
"Momma…" Catherine smiled nervously, and tried her hand at changing the subject, "This is Gil Grissom, my…"
"… Boyfriend, if she'll have me," Grissom finished for her as he moved to put his arm around her. 'I love you too' he whispered into her ear, and Catherine felt her heart melt.
"You're not…" Kay looked at Lindsey, and back towards Gil.
Gil quickly figured out what she was getting at and responded, "Oh no, I'm just the chaperone on this little trip…Cath you didn't tell her about Eddie?"
"She did, it must have just slipped my mind…So Mr. Grissom; what is it that you do?"
"He plays with bugs." Lindsey offered, and Catherine chuckled at the determination with which her daughter pushed her way into the conversation.
"I'm an entomologist, Mrs. Burke." Grissom turned his head, smiling into Catherine's hair as his lips touched her scalp, and he could feel her tension slipping away. "I work in the Las Vegas crime lab with your daughter."
"I see." There was still a clear amount of shock in the motherly features, although
Catherine hadn't yet determined as to whether the shock was for her fortune or the amazement that there was fortune at all. "Then my daughter is lucky to have you, Mr. Grissom. And if you'd like to stay with us, we'll feel lucky to have you all."
"We'd be delighted," Grissom replied, Catherine throwing him a death glare as she pasted on her best smile and pretended to go along with the idea.
"I don't know whether to kiss you, for coming…or kill you for making me stay," she whispered into his ear before leading him to the kitchen and into the past life she'd worked so hard to hide.
TBC.