Disclaimer: Definitely not mine, if they were believe me every CSI G/C Fic
I have read would come true on the show!
Archive: The Graveyard, if you want to archive it please ask.
Relationships: G/C (duh!), S/N, Greg/day-shift Lab gal.
Rated: At the moment it's rated a basic PG-13 basically because it IS a CSI fic and CSI is rated M. I think it is anyway. Oh well it is now. : )
A/N: Okay so I was looking through the challenges and came across the Quarantine one. I thought COOL! So this is what I decided to work on. This is my first CSI fic. There is obviously G/C in it. There is a Lab tech from the day shift played by Susan Gibney from Crossing Jordan. She's in this. She doesn't have a name so I've named her... Jodie, because I was going to call her Clarice but that would just be too weird. So I named her after Jodie Foster! If I need a disclaimer for that to I'll write one.
Day 1: 8:45pm
Catherine walked briskly into the locker room, with Lindsay trailing behind her. She was not in a good mood. It was the holidays and she hadn't been able to find a babysitter for the night, so now she was late. It didn't really matter because Gil never minded, but she couldn't stand one more of Sara's `yeah-she-gets-everything' looks. Lindsay leant against the wall as she watched her mother take off her jacket, place make-up on her bruised head where she had walked into the door trying to get out of the house in a hurry, and grabbed her locked away her handbag.
"Mom?" Lindsay asked quietly as they walked out the door.
"Yeah, sweetie?" Catherine asked, not really paying attention.
"This is a dangerous job, and now that daddy's gone... if you died, would I go to Uncle Gil?" Catherine stopped dead in her tracks, only moving slightly when Lindsay walked into her. Cath spun around slowly and crouched down in front of her daughter.
"Why would you ask something like that sweetheart?"
"It's just that, I know this is a dangerous job and you've been hurt badly before. And Uncle Gil was always more like a daddy to me then Eddie was." Catherine half-choked as her daughter mentioned her deceased father by his first name. "You, me and Gil are like a family. So if something happened to my mommy, would I go to daddy?"
Oh god, Catherine thought to herself, now she's calling Gil daddy. That's too close for comfort. I wish she hadn't made me think of that. Now I'll be dodging him all day.
"Ah, yeah, you would... I guess. I mean I'm sure grandma and grandpa Willows will fight Gil for you, but I'm sure he wouldn't leave you." Lindsay leaned forward and hugged her mother.
"I wouldn't be angry if you just went for it." Lindsay whispered in Catherine's ear. She pulled out of the hug and smiled. Catherine sat there staring at her, knowing too well what she meant. Before she could say anything else Lindsay had run off towards the break room where she had just seen Sara.
"Hey Lindsay!" Sara smiled. "Hey Catherine." She called as she saw Catherine walking towards her. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah sure, why?"
"You just look a little pale, that's all." Sara dragged her slowly into the Break Room. "Here sit down. The boys are out bringing in a body that they got called in on. We still have one `day-shifter' that hasn't signed out and Greg is listening to his music I think."
Catherine sat down and carefully drank the coffee Sara handed her. "Mom's had a hard evening." Lindsay sighed. "I'm going to see Greg."
"Okay, but don't touch anything Linds." Catherine called out as her daughter ran off. There was silence while Sara poured herself a coffee. For one thing this was Sara pouring coffee and it had to be done very carefully. Catherine would never understand Sara and her coffee.
"So, I know that we've never really got along but, what's wrong Catherine?" Sara asked as she sat down beside the older CSI.
"Out of the blue, Linds just asked me if she would go to Grissom if I died." Catherine just blurted out. She needed to talk to someone and she doubted Gil would be the one.
"Well, I can see how that would really catch you out." Sara admitted.
"And then..." Catherine was about to continue with what Lindsay had told her but stopped as Gil walked in the door.
" Evening ladies." He smiled as he walked towards the coffee machine. "Who made the coffee today?" He asked cautiously before pouring.
"I did." Sara spoke up.
"In that case I'll have some."
"Are you saying you don't like my coffee Gil Grissom?" Catherine cried in mock outrage.
"No, my dear, I'm just saying that I don't want to be fully woken up by half a cup of Vodka." He laughed as Catherine leaned across the table and playfully slapped his arm. "And Sara does make the best coffee Cat, you have to admit it."
"Yes she does." Catherine agreed, laughing as she noticed how uncomfortable they were making the younger CSI.
"Okay, mom, dad, you've embarrassed me enough now can you please cool it." Sara sighed. Gil laughed at the reference to their little `family', Catherine fell silent.
"Well, if you don't like it kiddo, go find one of your brothers and check out what they're doing with that body."
"Yes daddy." Sara replied sarcastically as she walked towards the door.
"Oh and Sara." Catherine called after her.
"Yeah?" Sara spun around expecting to be asked something serious.
"Can you check on your little sister, and make sure she's not getting into trouble?"
"Fine!" Sara huffed, slamming the door behind her as Catherine and Gil collapsed into fits of hysterical laughter.
Rated: At the moment it's rated a basic PG-13 basically because it IS a CSI fic and CSI is rated M. I think it is anyway. Oh well it is now. : )
A/N: Okay so I was looking through the challenges and came across the Quarantine one. I thought COOL! So this is what I decided to work on. This is my first CSI fic. There is obviously G/C in it. There is a Lab tech from the day shift played by Susan Gibney from Crossing Jordan. She's in this. She doesn't have a name so I've named her... Jodie, because I was going to call her Clarice but that would just be too weird. So I named her after Jodie Foster! If I need a disclaimer for that to I'll write one.
Day 1: 8:45pm
Catherine walked briskly into the locker room, with Lindsay trailing behind her. She was not in a good mood. It was the holidays and she hadn't been able to find a babysitter for the night, so now she was late. It didn't really matter because Gil never minded, but she couldn't stand one more of Sara's `yeah-she-gets-everything' looks. Lindsay leant against the wall as she watched her mother take off her jacket, place make-up on her bruised head where she had walked into the door trying to get out of the house in a hurry, and grabbed her locked away her handbag.
"Mom?" Lindsay asked quietly as they walked out the door.
"Yeah, sweetie?" Catherine asked, not really paying attention.
"This is a dangerous job, and now that daddy's gone... if you died, would I go to Uncle Gil?" Catherine stopped dead in her tracks, only moving slightly when Lindsay walked into her. Cath spun around slowly and crouched down in front of her daughter.
"Why would you ask something like that sweetheart?"
"It's just that, I know this is a dangerous job and you've been hurt badly before. And Uncle Gil was always more like a daddy to me then Eddie was." Catherine half-choked as her daughter mentioned her deceased father by his first name. "You, me and Gil are like a family. So if something happened to my mommy, would I go to daddy?"
Oh god, Catherine thought to herself, now she's calling Gil daddy. That's too close for comfort. I wish she hadn't made me think of that. Now I'll be dodging him all day.
"Ah, yeah, you would... I guess. I mean I'm sure grandma and grandpa Willows will fight Gil for you, but I'm sure he wouldn't leave you." Lindsay leaned forward and hugged her mother.
"I wouldn't be angry if you just went for it." Lindsay whispered in Catherine's ear. She pulled out of the hug and smiled. Catherine sat there staring at her, knowing too well what she meant. Before she could say anything else Lindsay had run off towards the break room where she had just seen Sara.
"Hey Lindsay!" Sara smiled. "Hey Catherine." She called as she saw Catherine walking towards her. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah sure, why?"
"You just look a little pale, that's all." Sara dragged her slowly into the Break Room. "Here sit down. The boys are out bringing in a body that they got called in on. We still have one `day-shifter' that hasn't signed out and Greg is listening to his music I think."
Catherine sat down and carefully drank the coffee Sara handed her. "Mom's had a hard evening." Lindsay sighed. "I'm going to see Greg."
"Okay, but don't touch anything Linds." Catherine called out as her daughter ran off. There was silence while Sara poured herself a coffee. For one thing this was Sara pouring coffee and it had to be done very carefully. Catherine would never understand Sara and her coffee.
"So, I know that we've never really got along but, what's wrong Catherine?" Sara asked as she sat down beside the older CSI.
"Out of the blue, Linds just asked me if she would go to Grissom if I died." Catherine just blurted out. She needed to talk to someone and she doubted Gil would be the one.
"Well, I can see how that would really catch you out." Sara admitted.
"And then..." Catherine was about to continue with what Lindsay had told her but stopped as Gil walked in the door.
" Evening ladies." He smiled as he walked towards the coffee machine. "Who made the coffee today?" He asked cautiously before pouring.
"I did." Sara spoke up.
"In that case I'll have some."
"Are you saying you don't like my coffee Gil Grissom?" Catherine cried in mock outrage.
"No, my dear, I'm just saying that I don't want to be fully woken up by half a cup of Vodka." He laughed as Catherine leaned across the table and playfully slapped his arm. "And Sara does make the best coffee Cat, you have to admit it."
"Yes she does." Catherine agreed, laughing as she noticed how uncomfortable they were making the younger CSI.
"Okay, mom, dad, you've embarrassed me enough now can you please cool it." Sara sighed. Gil laughed at the reference to their little `family', Catherine fell silent.
"Well, if you don't like it kiddo, go find one of your brothers and check out what they're doing with that body."
"Yes daddy." Sara replied sarcastically as she walked towards the door.
"Oh and Sara." Catherine called after her.
"Yeah?" Sara spun around expecting to be asked something serious.
"Can you check on your little sister, and make sure she's not getting into trouble?"
"Fine!" Sara huffed, slamming the door behind her as Catherine and Gil collapsed into fits of hysterical laughter.
