This chapter takes place after Lady Heather's Box. If you haven't seen that episode- well, then you've only seen half of what Marg is capable of. And that's assuming you've seen Weeping Willows, The Execution of Catherine Willows, The Finger, (I really could go on- and that's not including non-CSI related stuff)…do I really have to say more? This chapter is also the last of the episode filler and next chapter I get to MY plotline. With out farther delay on with it.
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Lindsey Willows rummaged unashamedly through her mother's purse. At the bottom of the leather bag, she found what she was looking for. She flipped open her mother's cell phone. She turned in on, going through the contact list. She quickly found what she was looking for. She hit send, waiting while the phone informed her that it was "dialing Warrick…"
"Hey Cat. What's up?"
"Warrick, it's Lindsey."
"Hey Sweetie, is everything okay?" Warrick asked, slightly worried.
"Well…" Lindsey paused, not sure she knew what she was doing. "I don't… I, well, I found Mom in bed sobbing, and I thought, I thought maybe you could come over. I only seem to make her feel worse."
"You could never make your mother feel bad Sweetie. She loves you. You know that. Don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You guess? Well, I know. And of course I'll come over."
"Thanks Warrick."
Warrick for his part stayed under the speed limit- barely. Knocking on the door, he thanked Lindsey when she opened it.
"Where's your mom?"
"She's in her bedroom. It's the door at the end of the hall."
He didn't bother to correct her assumption that he didn't know where her mother's bedroom was. He'd rather not have to explain that one. Before he stated down the hall, he turned to Lindsey.
"Hey, how are you holding up Sweetheart?"
"I'm okay, I guess"
"There you go guessing again," he teased, before adding, "Thanks for helping me look out for your mother. She can make her own life hell sometimes." He ruffled her hair and smiled at her.
"I noticed," she said, ruefully. He shook his head, turning and walking to Catherine's room. He walked over to the bed, climbing in behind her. He marveled at the beauty that was a sleeping Catherine, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead. She turned into him, breaking into silent sobs. He simply rubbed her back.
"What am I going to do for Lindsey, 'rick? I'm a criminalist. I find answers for victims' families every day, that's what we do, 'rick. Yet, when my own daughter's father is killed, I'm powerless to put his killer in jail. My little girl is gonna go through life knowing that her father's killer is out there, walking scotch free. And you know the worst thing? She was the one holding me while I cried myself to sleep." He felt his own eyes moisten for the pain she was putting herself through.
"Cat. Don't do this to yourself. Please. I can't stand to see you like this," he begged.
"I can't help feeling guilty. I'm just such a horrible mom, 'rick…" She didn't get to finish her sentence, because Warrick pushed her away, taking her chin in his hand, and forcing her to look at him so violently that fear flashed, however briefly, in her eyes.
"Don't you ever say that again Catherine Willows. And if Eddie chooses to hang out with addicts because he's kicking himself for letting the two best things that ever happened to him slip through his fingers, then it is not your fault when it finally catches up with him. I am not about to let you put yourself down like that. You are an amazing mother Catherine. If you were such a horrible mother then why did Lindsey call me, practically in tears because she didn't understand why she couldn't make you feel better? Don't tell me you're a bad mom." Catherine broke down again, leaning into Warrick's shoulder. Instantly he felt remorse for blowing up at her like that, but, damn, he couldn't understand what made her doubt her self so much. "I'm sorry, Cat. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that," he apologized, hugging her, and kissing the top of her head. She just shook her head.
"I think I needed it," she said, frowning. Pulling away from him, she added, "Ms. Willows, since you're so intent on eavesdropping, you may as well join us."
"How'd you?" mumbled a baffled Lindsey as she walked into the room.
"Did you forget what I do for a living? And what have I told you about opening the front door for strangers?"
"But Warrick isn't a…" She trailed off when she saw the grin on her mother's face.
"Come here," Catherine ordered, her grin disappearing. She held her arms out for her daughter, who climbed onto the bed and into them. "When'd you get to be so much like me?" she asked, rhetorically. She smoothed Lindsey's hair, biting her lip when she realized her daughter was crying. "Shhh… baby. It's okay." After a while, Lindsey pulled away, angrily wiping the tears from her face, reminding Warrick very much of Catherine.
"I'm kinda hungry mom."
"Well, then let's go make you lunch," Catherine stated, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up.
"How about we go out for lunch?" Warrick made his presence known for the first time since Lindsey's entrance.
"Can we mom, please?" Lindsey said, breaking into a smile.
"Don't use those puppy-dog eyes on me young lady. It won't work to," she mock scolded, winking at Warrick before adding, "Go get ready."
"So where are we going?" Warrick asked, swinging his legs off of Catherine's bed, getting ready to get up. Suddenly he found Catherine on him and himself back down on the bed. She kissed him, her lips traveling down to his neck, before she stopped, sighing, and letting her head fall to his shoulder.
"Do you have any idea how much I want to forget that she'd just be back in here in two minutes if we don't go out there?" He laughed.
"As much as I'd enjoy that, I think you hit the nail very soundly on the head. I don't think you want her walking in on what you have in mind." She whimpered, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. He cracked up laughing.
"What is so funny Mr. Brown?"
"I was just wondering what people at work would think if they saw you right now." She kissed him, licking his lips in a demand for entrance, but when he opened his mouth to give it to her she pulled away, making sure she straddled him as she got up. Warrick was left feeling every millimeter between them and he whimpered himself, his body involuntary reaching out for her. Now it was her turn to laugh.
"Now who's whining?"
"F you." They both were struck by the meaning of that statement and starting laughing simultaneously. Lindsey found them like that a second later, both of them trying to collect themselves.
"What's so funny?" Lindsey asked, glancing back and forth between them. This sent them both into new fits of laughter and Lindsey put her hands on her hips. "Can we go?" she demanded.
CWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCWCDidn't mean for that to be so short (or so cheesy) but I promise the next one will be longer. REVIEW! They really can help. Brie, step away from the butterfly. Titi-XOXOXOXOXOXOXO.