Rating: PG (language)
Summary: A warning to mums who let their kids be brought up by Eddie.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to. Um. The strangest thing; his name's gone right out of my head. Well, at any rate, it's not me who owns the series.
A/N: 'Here we go again', I hear you think. Well then you're right.
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Looking for Three
Catherine was on her cell phone to the principal of Lindsay's school. To her colleagues, she seemed agitated, running her free hand through her hair and raising her voice. Warrick and Nick caught quite a few sentences from their position by the break room door. 'What do you mean?! My Lindsay's a GOOD GIRL!!' and 'Are you accusing me of being a bad mother?!' The two men daren't go in.
Eventually, Catherine ended the phone call, and, right on que, Nick strolled in. Catherine was pacing up and down, about to tear her hair out. "What's up Cath? You look pretty mad 'bout something." he queried, sitting down and propping his feet up on the table. He sounded very, very false.
Sighing, Catherine began. "Apparently Lindsay let some sheep out in her school." Nick's eyebrows became obscured by his hairline. "No shit?" he grinned, mistakenly. Catherine gave him an evil look, and nodded, banging her head onto the table. "That requires her to have gotten ahold of some sheep, transport them to her school, and all without daddy knowing. Impossible." he shrugged. This time, Catherine shook her head vigorously, replying: "I'm thinking maybe Daddy did know."
Nick knew this was possible. Plausible, at least.
"Don't worry about it. It probably wasn't even Lindsay. Some other kid." Catherine nodded, a faint smile gracing her lips. "I've gotta go pick her up from school." she muttered, getting up. Nick followed, and relayed the story to Warrick, who burst out laughing.
***
It was all over the lab the next day: Catherine Willows' kid set sheep loose in her school. She felt like it was a National Inquirer headline.
But now Catherine knew it could ONLY have been her daughter. Because when she heard that the sheep had been numbered 'One', 'Two', and 'Four', Catherine realised only little Linds could think of that. As far as she knew, the administrators were still looking for Three.
Summary: A warning to mums who let their kids be brought up by Eddie.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to. Um. The strangest thing; his name's gone right out of my head. Well, at any rate, it's not me who owns the series.
A/N: 'Here we go again', I hear you think. Well then you're right.
***
Looking for Three
Catherine was on her cell phone to the principal of Lindsay's school. To her colleagues, she seemed agitated, running her free hand through her hair and raising her voice. Warrick and Nick caught quite a few sentences from their position by the break room door. 'What do you mean?! My Lindsay's a GOOD GIRL!!' and 'Are you accusing me of being a bad mother?!' The two men daren't go in.
Eventually, Catherine ended the phone call, and, right on que, Nick strolled in. Catherine was pacing up and down, about to tear her hair out. "What's up Cath? You look pretty mad 'bout something." he queried, sitting down and propping his feet up on the table. He sounded very, very false.
Sighing, Catherine began. "Apparently Lindsay let some sheep out in her school." Nick's eyebrows became obscured by his hairline. "No shit?" he grinned, mistakenly. Catherine gave him an evil look, and nodded, banging her head onto the table. "That requires her to have gotten ahold of some sheep, transport them to her school, and all without daddy knowing. Impossible." he shrugged. This time, Catherine shook her head vigorously, replying: "I'm thinking maybe Daddy did know."
Nick knew this was possible. Plausible, at least.
"Don't worry about it. It probably wasn't even Lindsay. Some other kid." Catherine nodded, a faint smile gracing her lips. "I've gotta go pick her up from school." she muttered, getting up. Nick followed, and relayed the story to Warrick, who burst out laughing.
***
It was all over the lab the next day: Catherine Willows' kid set sheep loose in her school. She felt like it was a National Inquirer headline.
But now Catherine knew it could ONLY have been her daughter. Because when she heard that the sheep had been numbered 'One', 'Two', and 'Four', Catherine realised only little Linds could think of that. As far as she knew, the administrators were still looking for Three.
