"Crap!" Catherine said, halfway out the door. She turned around. "I can't go."
Agent Brody looked up. "And why not? You have to go. We need you."
"I have to take care of Lindsay. My sister's out of town for the week, and I'm not leaving a 12 year old with my mother, and my father....well... lets just say, Hell no."
"Okay...well...then take her with you. I can order another ticket." Agent Brody went to pick up his cell phone.
"I am NOT taking my daughter to Hawaii were there is a serial rapist on the lose." Catherine growled at him, shocked that he even thought she could consider it.
"Why not? You'd be with her at all times, she could have a comunicater as well, and we can wire you four up to her as well." He said, still flipping his cell open.
"I'm not taking my daughter to Hawaii." Catherine said. She looked over at Gil for support, but he was too busy glaring at Agent Brody, and boy, if looks could kill.
"Hawaii? We get to go to Hawaii? Really? That's soooo cool!" Lindsay screamed, and jumped at her mother hugging her. After only a second, she pulled away. "I have to pack! I'll be in the car Mom! Hurry up!" she called over her shoulder, as she ran out to the car.
Catherine sighed. Now Lindsay had her hopes up. "You'd be wired to her at all times. All you have to do, is press the button at the back of the necklace, to hear her, and twice, to hear us. She'd be with you at all times anyway." Agent Brody would not give up.
What could she do? If she left her here, then who would look out for her? If she took her...well...what if something happened to Lindsay? Catherine pondered.
"Besides. Lindsay doesn't fit the vic profile. It more likely for you to get caught, then her." Catherine looked up.
"Fine. But if anything happens to her....you'd better leave the country. Got it?" Catherine threatened.
Agent Brody nodded his head in amusement. "Of course. Now, I'll call in the extra ticket, you can pick it up when you get there."
Gil found his voice. "Okay. You take Sara, and I'll take Nick, since we live closer to each other, and so do you and Sara. Meet you guys at the airport." He walked out of the room, with Nick closely behind him, before either woman could protest.
"Sometime this year, Catherine would be great." Sara called up the stairs.
"Just because you don't care what you look like in public, doesn't mean I can't." Catherine couldn't help but smirk when she imagined Sara's face at that comment.
They had already been to Sara's house, and had been in and out, but now they had been at Catherine's for 1 hour and 4 minutes (Sara looked at her watch) when Catherine came down the stairs with two suitcases.
"I do so care about what I look like in public." Sara defended herself.
Catherine looked her up and down before deciding that picking a fight, just because of her little 'girlfriend ' comment earlier, would be childish. Instead, she simply said, "I know Sar. I was just kidding." And flashed Sara a smile.
Sara smiled back, and helped her with her other suitcase. "How much did Lindsay bring?" Catherine asked Sara.
"One suitcase, and a backpack for the plane. Oh and the pack of batteries from the kitchen, for her CD player."
"I see." Catherine tossed her suitcase in the back, along with another suitcase. She went up to the drivers seat, and looked in the back, to check on Lindsay. She was listening to her CD player, mouthing the words to the song. Catherine smiled at her daughter, and started the engine.