Title: Drowning Has Its Perks
Authors Note: Now... the ending to this may seem a little corny, as may the rest of the story, but before you judge it... This actually happened to a friend of mine. Stupidly of us, while babysitting a little seven year old during the summer, we took him to a public pool. I still tease my friend about kissing the little girl on the cheek, but iwas kind of cute too. Hee.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. CBS, Mr. Jerry B, and Mr. Anthony Z. own all characters and the shows writers own the scripts. No money is being made of this. Only my ideas are mine and are not used with the idea of harming/offending anyone. I do not own the game, Marco Polo, nor do I own Disney. I don't even own the idea, really. And Lindseys age? Me no own that either.
Summary: Catherine has a pool party for Lindsey, which gets out of control. When she calls in some help, she doesn't realize what she's getting them into.
Rating: PG, because of a near drowning experience which was sort of self inflicted which may cause some people to scream 'Suicide!' Just being safe.
Spoilers: None.
The calls of the words "Marco" and "Polo" penetrated the sounds of nature, the mid-afternoon sun shining brightly down. A pool party signifying the beginning of the summer heat was held in the backyard of Catherine Willows. Originally, only Lindsey and a few friends were to attend but soon enough the whole grade four class had gathered, forcing Catherine to call in reinforcements.
The first to arrive was Greg Sanders decked out in shorts that went to his knees and a white muscle shirt, towel slung over his shoulder. Smiling at the older woman's grateful thank yous, he waved them off by asking where the pool was.
A minute or two went by when Sara Sidle wandered up to Catherine. They exchanged greetings, Catherine about to remark on Sara's bikini when high pitched squeals broke through their conversation. Both looked over to the pool where Greg was currently shirtless and standing in front of a bunch of nine-year-olds who were giggling. Blushing, he tried to push past them, while still being nice, in order to get to the glistening water.
Laughter emitted from the women's mouths as they watched the scene fold out. Without having to wait too long, Gil Grissom, Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes arrived wearing shorts and t-shirts. The girls raised their eyebrows at Grissom's attire causing him to explain it was Nick and Warrick's doing.
Soon, the party was in full swing, the CSI's sitting around the pool watching the twenty-five nine year olds and Greg splash about in the pool. Several times Greg had tried to jump out to take a rest but was pulled back in by several girls, even a few guys, to the amusement of the adults. It was keeping the kids occupied enough to not bother their chat, and also provided entertainment at the expense of Greg.
"Marco!" cried out Greg, arms out in front of him like a zombie and eyes shut tightly. His body felt like it was on fire, the sunscreen had washed off from the endless hours in the water. He heard the screams of 'Polo' coming at him from every direction, and knew that even if he tagged one of the kids, they'd never leave the game. He could swear they were multiplying. Deciding to have a little bit of fun, as well as purposefully trying to hurt himself, he start to spin around, arms waving around frantically, hoping he'd slip.
A girlish scream echoed in his head as he felt a limb from another body come in contact with his leg, pushing it out from underneath him. Eyes now open, facial expression comical, he fell backwards into the water. He hadn't been expecting such a quick fall and gulped in water by accident. Furiously he pushed his head out of the water and started gasping for air, choking in the process.
From his right he heard a scolding yell of, "Lindsey!" but it didn't quite register why someone was yelling at the young girl until something hit his chest. It caused the wind to get knocked out of him, and Greg wondered if this was how he was going to die; being beaten to death by nine year olds and finally drowning. He then felt his body being dragged out of the pool and knew that that wasn't the case.
The chilly cement on his back made him shiver, a cross between coughing and choking sounds emitting from his mouth. Greg made to roll over onto his side, like they did in movies, but was forced to stay still on his back. If he wasn't struggling to keep air in his lungs he probably would have been laughing at the chaos that had ensued. Nine-year-old girls ran around screaming while the young boys just looked on, fascinated. The adults seemed panicked, although the only two that were moving were Nick and Catherine.
Pressure was being forced onto his chest, and Greg looked up at the hazy figure of Nick. Was Nick trying to give him CPR? A small smile was formed and when he started to try and speak, more coughing noises came out. Pushing Nick away with all the strength he could muster, Greg rolled over and started to cough out water. Finally able to sit, he turned and lightly glared at Nick.
"Are you trying to kill me? You let the water come out, not start CPR on a living person." Nick blushed and shrugged slightly. Greg's frown faded into a smile. "Thanks for taking me out of the water though.
"Now... Who tripped me?" He glanced over at the group of elementary kids and waited for someone to speak up. Nervously, a little brown haired girl raised her hand slowly. Standing up, Greg headed over to her before picking the girl up, like a princess in those Disney movies. Quietly he whispered, "Hold your breath." before jumping into the pool cannonball style, girl still in his arms. Emerging, the girl was blushing but grinning all the same.
"You're not mad?" Greg shook his head while placing the girl on the edge of the pool. Getting out himself, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
"Who's up to not playing in the pool for awhile?" Greg grinned at the screams made by the kids and watched them run off, away from the pool.
"You okay, Greg?" He glanced over at the group of adults and nodded.
"Not the first time I ever purposefully got an injury to get out of something." With that, he ran after the kids, picking two up in his arms as he went passed, their screams of shock echoing. The CSI's just shook their head in amazement at the man who was currently playing hopscotch with the group of girls.