"I could of sworn I told you to go get ready for bed!"
"Oh no you didn't! You were probably too nervous to even speak!"
"Lindsey!"
"What! Oh my God. Okay. I saw you guys kiss! Big deal."
"We did not 'kiss'. HE kissed me goodnight. That was it."
"Sure, Mom. Keep telling yourself that."
"It wasn't even on the mouth! He kissed me on the CHEEK, Linds. THE CHEEK!" Lindsey busted out laughing at her mother's facial expression.
"What? You find that funny, Linds? Well next time your and you're little boyfriend kiss, I'll make sure to taunt you about it for the rest of you're life!" Catherine said getting up and taking off her shoes.
"Oh mom. You should've seen your face. 'THE CHEEK!' Oh god. Mom ... I love you. Remeber that." Lindsey said in between her laughing fit.
"To your room. Now."
"Okay! Okay. Don't have a cow. I'm going!" Lindsey said throwing her jacket on the rack by the door and walking to her room. Catherine walked into the kitchen and stopped at the mess. She sighed and was about to clean it up when she heard the doorbell ring. She ran to see who it was and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Gil standing in the doorway. She opened the door and smiled.
"Gil ... It's late. I thought you were going home?"
"Well ... I was almost there until I realized I left you and Lindsey to clean up the kitchen by yourself."
"Oh Gil. It's okay. It's not that much of a mess anyways." Gil looked at her and she sighed.
"Okay. It IS a big mess ... but me and Lindsey can handle it."
"I think you should let me help. I DID help make the mess."
"Gil ... go home. You need the rest and I can handle it."
"Catherine ... please? Just ... let me do the dishes. Anything. I'll feel bad if I don't help." Catherine smiled and let him in. Lindsey walked out of her room and stopped at the sight of Gil.
"Uncle Gil! Come back to give my Mom more kiss..."
"Lindsey ... um ... don't you have homework?" Catherine said stepping infront of Gil and cutting her off so she couldn't finish her sentence.
"I um ... Yeah. Homework. Yes Ma'am." Lindsey said smiling and walking back to her room. Catherine turned to Gil and blushed at what Lindsey said.
"She caught us?" He said smiling and leading her into the kitchen.
"I guess. I thought I told her to go get ready for bed ... but I guess I didn't." Catherine said shrugging.
"Well ... where should we start?" Gil said looking around the very messy kitchen.
"Um ... I'll mop up the floor and you can do the dishes?"
"Sure. " Gil had tip toed his way to the kitchen and Catherine walked to the laundry room to get the mop. Once they were both in the kitchen, Lindsey snuck up behind them, and watched from behind the kitchen wall.
"So ... are you really going to help me for Lindsey's party?" Catherine said getting on her knees to clean up the floor. Lindsey smiled and waited for Gil to answer.
"Yeah. I am. Why ... did you find someone else to help?"
"No ... all of my friends either 'have the flu' or 'someone died'. Catherine said sighing. Gil chuckled and turned on the water to wash the dishes.
"Gil ... did I tell you thank you? Not just for saying you'll help out ... but for everything?"
"Of course you did, Cath. And it's alright. That's what friends are for. Right?"
"I don't mean just for this whole week of spoiling Lindsey, either. I mean ... really helping us. Helping me and Lindsey straighten out our lives. It's helped a lot." Catherine was no longer worried about cleaning the kitchen. She was on her knees, and sat down on her legs. Gil moved from the sink to infront of Catherine. He kneeled down infront of her, and looked into her eyes. She was staring at the wall infront of her and the noticed Gil was infront of her. She was taken a little by surprise at how close he was to her, but then she finally came back to reality.
"Catherine ... is ... everything alright? Do you want to tell me something?" Lindsey jumped and giggled at his words and quickly covered her mouth at the noise.
"Did you ... hear that?" Catherine said looking back. Lindsey's eyes widdened, and she hid behind the coffee table that was against the wall.
"I bet it was Lindsey on the phone or something." Catherine said shaking her head. Lindsey sighed quietly, and listened carefully to what they were saying.
"But ... to answer your question ... I do have something I need to tell you. Lindsey's been bugging me about it sense I let her in on a clue." Catherine paused and looked down at her hands which were folded in her laps.
"Well ... what is it?" Gil said softly.
"I ... I think ... you know Gil, this really isn't the easiest thing in the world to do, you know."
"Oh God. You're not dieing are you!"
"Gil!" She said swatting his arm and giggling at his words. "NO. I am NOT dieing ... but I feel like I'm about to right about now."
"Come on, Cath. You can tell me anything. Best friends ... remeber?"
"Yeah. I know it's just ... God. It's harder than it seems." Lindsey couldn't wipe the smile on her face. Even if she tried. Catherine was taking her advice, and Lindsey was very happy.
"I ... I think I lo.." Catherine began, but Gil's cell phone rang. It was Sara. Catherine sighed and got off the floor to start on the dishes. Gil slowly opened the phone, wishing Sara could have called another time.
"Grissom."
"Ugh .. Gil? I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me. It's my night off and you know I thought we could just..."
"Sara. I'm kind of busy right now. I'm sorry, but I'll pass." And with that, Gil hung up his phone. Catherine had her head hung like a child and was washing the dishes. Gil walked up behind Catherine. She could feel how close he was. Her breathing became harder. Lindsey almost cursed herself. She was SO telling Sara something the next time they saw each other.
"Cath?" Gil began, but Catherine raised her hand, and silenced him.
"Let me guess ... Sara wanted to have dinner with you?"
"Yeah ... how'd you know?"
"A woman thing." Gil nodded. Telling her that he understood and leaned against the counter to get a better look at her face.
"Catherine ... didn't you have something you wanted to tell me?"
"I um ... Well ... Yeah. I do. I've realized that I lov..." The phone rang and Lindsey punched the wall. She hollered in pain as her hand began to swell.
"What the ..." Catherine walked out into the living room. Lindsey was laying on the ground from tripping over the shoes that were taken off and laid infront of the coffee table she was hiding in.
"Lindsey! Bed! Now!"
"But Mom!"
"No buts! Go!"
"Alright already!" Lindsey ran to her room, grabbing the phone on the way. She answered it and almost threw the phone against the wall as she realized who called.
"Diane?"
"Linds ... whoa. Is it that time of month again? Because if it is ... I can totally call back tomorrow or something."
"Diane ... DIANE. No. Okay. I'll just ... whew. Okay. Let me calm down for a second." Lindsey calmly put the phone on the dresser. She jumped into her bed. She kicked and screamed and punched the pillows. Diane pulled the phone away from her ear and winced as she listened to Lindsey yell.
"Okay. WHAT is your problem!"
"My mom and Gil were having this nice ... little romantic conversation. Where my mom was about to tell him that she loved him. Okay?"
"Okay."
"... AND! You don't get the picture!"
"Ugh ... Lindsey. Duh. We're on the phone. Show me the picture tomorrow okay?"
"Oh ... my ... GOD! Diane. Listen. I'll slap some sense into you tomorrow. I'm too tired to continue this pointless conversation."
"Okay. Whatever you say. But don't forget that picture, okay? You know you always forget things, Linds!"
"Just go to sleep Diane. Do us all a favor and GO TO SLEEP!"
"Yes Ma'am!" Lindsey tossed the phone onto the bed and looked into her doorway. A very angry Catherine was standing there with her arms crossed.
"Ugh ... I love you?"
"I love you isn't going to cut it this time, Linds!"
"Where's Uncle Gil?"
"I made him leave. I told him you would clean the rest up."
"Mom... no fair! NO FAIR!"
"You want to talk to me about fair? Okay. Let's talk."
"Look. I'm SORRY that Diane called and ruined your moment. I really am. If I would've known she was going to call... by all means, I would've disconnected the phone lines."
"Linds?"
"Mom. I know how much you like Uncle Gil. And I'm REALLY sorry you couldn't tell him how you feel." Lindsey had a few tears in her eyes. Catherine quickly walked up to her and pulled her into her arms.
"Lindsey. You seem more upset about this whole thing than I am!" Catherine said with a tint of sadness in her voice.
"Well ... I am. I look up Uncle Gil as a father you know? Ever sense Dad died ... I've just ... I don't know. I can always count on him to help me and stuff. I've always seen Uncle Gil as more of a father to me than my real one! Mom ... I'm sorry."
"Linds ... come on ... we need to talk." Lindsey and Catheirne walked out of Lindsey's room and into Catheirne's room. They climbed into Catherine's bed and laid there. Catherine started crying and Lindsey suddenly rushed to her side. She snuggled up into her Mother's arms and moved the hair out of her face.
"Mommy?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you really that upset?"
"Yes, baby. I can't help but love him! And it doesn't help with people interfering."
"Mom ... I know how you feel. I love him too! He's like my Dad. He practically is my Dad ... but still. Mom ... don't cry."
"Linds ... I can't help it." She said wiping the tears from her face and looking up.
"Mom ... get some sleep. You'll need it."
"Thanks sweetheart."
"No problem." Lindsey sat up and kissed her mother on the head. She hugged her before she jumped out of bed and walked to her own. Catherine was going to work tomorrow to face the man that she loved, and Lindsey was right. She did need sleep.
HAHA. ( This chapter made me cry. rofl what ya guys think! XD