Notes: Sorry it took me so long! Unfortunately, most of my inspiration now lies with another fic that I am practically working on 24/7. I had to make myself work on this! You guys mean that much to me! ;-)

Oh, and don't worry. You'll find out what they were fighting about; you just have to wait for the last chapter. :)

Dedication: To CSI Battosai, 'cause of her encouragement and all-around awesomeness!

--Chapter Six: So much for that!--

December 23, 1 a.m.

Grr...

I knew this was going way too smoothly to be true. I thought that from the beginning, but I had just about convinced myself that it was actually going to go well, since it had been so far.

And, of course, I was wrong.

Guess what happened on the way to the concert? Uncle Gil got and Mom got called to a scene that needed Gil's expertise in entemology and immediate processing.

And a crime scene with bugs and a dead body was definitely not anywhere near where they were supposed to be.

Needless to say, they did not get to go to the concert.

All I can say is that it's a good thing we had a back-up plan. Although it was also to be used as a "second date" type thing, as I didn't think a concert was the best place to confess romantic feelings.

Then again, neither is an airport, but there seem to be enough there.

Anyway, to get back to the point.

Mom came back tonight - or should I say this morning? - and told me that she and Uncle Gil hadn't gone to the concert after all.

Dang it. They sure weren't going to make this easy. But I really need to calm down. After all, as I said earlier. We have another plan.

There are already reservations at Emma's on Christmas Eve. Now all I have to do is get them to come.

Actually, come to think of it, it might be better that they didn't get to go. Now I can just tell each that the other wants to make up for their failed "friendly outing" with a nice dinner on Christmas Eve.

That's actually a pretty good plan, if I do say so myself. Now, I need some sleep so I will be able to converse with at least a small bit of intelligence tomorrow.

Because the way things are going, I'll definitely need it.

December 23, 11:35 a.m.

I woke to a rather unwelcome intrusion to my sleep this morning.

"Linds? Linds, Trevor's on the phone for you."

The words barely traveled through my sleepy, haze-filled mind.

"Huh?" I barely forced out, opening one eye. My mother was standing in the doorway to my room, holding the phone to her robe-clad body.

I groaned, reaching out for the offending appliance, then proceeded to hold it to my ear.

"Hello?" My voice was raspy, and I cleared my throat. The door shut, and I sat up in bed.

"Lindsey? Did I wake you up?"

Unlike me, Trevor's a ridiculously perky early bird. That would be the one thing about him that I don't think I will ever like.

"Why are you calling me now? You know I don't like mornings." Okay, so maybe I was a little harsh. But I really didn't like mornings at all, and he knew that.

"Linds, it's eleven o'clock."

That startled me enough to wake me up at least a little. I glanced at the small black alarm clock that sat next to my bed. The bright red numbers confirmed that it was indeed eleven o'clock; a few minutes after, in fact.

I groaned.

"Sorry, I didn't realize it was that late. I hardly ever sleep past ten, even when I stay up 'til like four in the morning."

"How late did you stay up?"

"A little after one."

"Why? Did he and your Mom not get home until then? I thought the concert ended at ten thirty."

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me.

"Oh, it ended at ten thirty, but I don't think they would know that."

He sounded confused.

"You don't sound happy about that. Why, did they not stay for the entire thing?"

My voice was flat as I answered. It was better not to show emotion than to go into a huge rant over the phone.

"They didn't go at all. They were called to some crime scene that needed Uncle Gil right away."

He didn't answer for a few seconds.

"Oh. Well that sucks."

"Tell me about it."

"Okay, well, I don't know all the details, but I'll try my best. Your Mom and-"

"Trev!" I interrupted, smiling in spite of myself. "You know that's not what I meant."

"But it got you smiling, didn't it?"

"Oh, shut up." I was still smiling, though. In fact, I was sure that if I had looked in the mirror, I would have seen a big, rather goofy grin on my face. I could feel it.

"Ha, I did."

"Okay, you did. Now, about Mom and Uncle Gil. Did you want to come with me tomorrow to watch them?"

"Me? Up for a game of Charlie's Angels? Always."

I laughed. How did he manage that? I was always ridiculously grumpy in the morning, but here I was, not awake for ten minutes, and I was laughing.

Oh, well. That was just one of Trevor's amazing talents when it came to me, I guess.

"As long as you don't dress in some tight black leather getup, you can come." I teased. All of the sudden, I got a mental picture of him in all black leather, and it wasn't such a bad image. But I pushed it away. I really didn't need any distractions like that at the moment. I was trying to think.

"Dang." The playful sarcasm was heavy in his voice, even from across miles of phone lines.

"Okay, seriously, Trev. Do you want to come?"

"Sure. Is Cassandra coming?"

"I don't know. I'm going to e-mail her as soon as I get off the phone with you."

"Is that supposed to be a hint?"

"Only if you want it to be."

There were some muffled noises in the backround, and I sat there for several seconds, running my fingers absently through my sleep-tangled hair.

"Linds? I gotta go. See you tomorrow night?"

"Okay. 'Bye."

I hung up the phone, and walked over to my computer. I woke it up from screen saver, and opened up my internet. I wrote an e-mail to Cassandra, asking if she had found out if she was going to be there tomorrow. After pressing the send button, I stood up, stretched, and went to get dressed so I could start my hopefully productive day.

TBC...