A/N: When you learn something about Kaylenn's personality, likes and
dislikes, you learn something about me. Kaylenn is based on me.
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Gil walked into his townhouse the next morning smelling omelets and hearing the sound of punk rock filling up the house. He grimaced; Kaylenn must be up. He walked towards his C.D. player and turned it down. He smiled; he could live with it at this level. "Oh, hey Gil? I hope you're hungry, I'm making two!"
"Yeah, I am," he said as he was walking to the bar, he took a seat on one of the bar stools.
"I took the bed last night."
He watched her add some vegetables to one, and then close it, "Good, I was hoping you would."
"Ah, I knew you would be . . ." She picked up the omelet and slid it onto a blue plate, "My dad said that you liked your omelets the same way he did, is that right?"
At his nod she handed the plate to him and handed him a fork. "Good, cause if you had said no, I would have still made you eat it. I hate it that way."
He shook his head as he saw her throw in some bacon and cheese into hers and close it, "I could never eat a plain omelet."
"It's not plain, it has bacon and cheese."
He smiled and took a bite, "Like I said, plain."
She flicked a piece of cheese at him; it landed in his salt and pepper curls. He laughed and picked the piece cheese out of his hair. Kaylenn saw that it he didn't get all of it out, causing her to laugh. "What? I did get it all out, didn't I?"
She stopped laughing and nodded her head, he went back to eating, and she continued to smile. She got her omelet and turned off the stove. Setting the plate on the bar, she went over to the fridge and asked, "You got any Tabasco?"
He nodded, "Mm-hmm it should be behind the crickets."
She looked over the door at him, one eyebrow raised, "Excuse me?"
"The brown things that look like they're chocolate."
"I thought it was chocolate," her eyes grew, "it tasted like chocolate."
He smiled and said, "They're chocolate covered crickets."
"Oh, ok," she stuck her head back in and pulled out the crickets and then shuffled around. "Ah, gotcha!" She pulled out a huge economy size bottle of Tabasco sauce, "Damn, you think you got enough Tabasco?"
She closed the door and walked back over to the bar, carrying the Tabasco and crickets. "It's for when Catherine eats here, she drenches her food in the stuff." Pointing to the crickets, Gil asked, "Are you gonna eat those?"
She shrugged as she took a bite at the now Tabasco covered omelet, "Yeah, why not? I thought they tasted pretty good, plus I need a little bit of extra iron in the morning."
"Do you want to live with me?"
Her eyes slowly met his, "If I say yes, do I get to?"
He nodded; a smile slowly spread over Kaylenn's face, "Then, yes."
He grinned, "I was hoping for yes, but you gotta follow my rules and if you break them you will be grounded."
She nodded, "That sounds fair, but you gotta promise me some'n in return."
"What?"
"You can't treat me like a child or like I'm your daughter, cause I'm not. I am your niece."
"Don't worry I won't, if I was I wouldn't have let you get away with cussing."
She pointed the fork at her self, "I can cuss?"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"You're old enough."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Just one thing," she motioned for him to go on, "I don't want you saying 'fuck' just yet, ok? I want to keep your mouth to a PG-13 level around here, ok?"
"Ok, anything else?"
He got up and went to put his empty plate in the sink, "You will have chores," at her look, he quickly added, "I'll help, don't worry! And this was an excellent omelet." She grinned.
"You also have a curfew."
She rolled her eyes, "What is it?"
He rinsed the plate and fork and put them in the dishwasher, he stood up and leant against the sink. "10:00."
She looked at her plate and said, "11:00."
"10:00."
She raised her eyes to his and said definitely, "10:30."
He gave up, "Fine, but if you're later than 10:40 I'll put it to 10:00."
"Wait, 10:40?"
"You can be ten minutes late, but, "he held up a finger, "you better have a good reason and you can not make a habit out of it, am I clear?"
She nodded, "Crystal, and you should get some sleep."
He sighed, "I will. Are you going anywhere?"
"No."
"Good, if I'm not up by 7:00 come and wake me up."
"Sure no prob," she said as she watched him walk down to his bedroom. "Good nig- I mean morning," she opened the crickets and ate one.
*****
A ringing filled Gil's ears as he slowly woke up. His hand reached blindly for the phone, as his head was covered by his pillow. He fond it and brought to his ear, which was still under the pillow. "Yeah, Grissom," he said groggily.
Catherine sat up a little more on her couch, "Gil? Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Mmm, what time is it?"
She smiled as she heard the sleepiness in his voice, "Don't you have a clock in your room?"
"Yes, but I can't see it in this position," he mumbled, still under the pillow.
She laughed lightly, "Are you under the covers?" She could hear his breathing clearly and everything was muffled.
"No, my head is under the pillow."
"Is Kaylenn being loud?" She snorted as the image of his ass sticking straight up and his head under the pillow popped into her head.
The pillow shook as he shook his head, "No, not now anyways." He took his head out from under the pillow and looked at the clock, 6:13. "About three hours ago she was doing something, that sounded like she was moving furniture."
She heard the bed creak as he moved, and she knew he wasn't under the pillow anymore, "Moving stuff, and out from under the pillow?"
"Yeah, I couldn't breathe . . ." He scratched his shirtless stomach, "She sounded like she was on the second floor and the took something down to this floor."
"You have a second floor? And that doesn't bother you?"
"It's the attic to you. And no, she lives here now." He could hear her gasp and drop something, "You ok? What did you drop?"
"A carton of orange-juice," she stooped down and picked it up, grabbing a cup from the open cupboard she said, "So, you decided?"
"Uh-huh, look could you come over and just talk me through this and give me some pointers, maybe talk to Kaylenn."
"Sure, I got some'n to show you anyways," she downed the juice and put the carton back in the fridge. Grabbing her purse, jacket, and keys, she headed to the door, "Look, I'm headed over there now, see ya in 20."
He nodded and said, "Wake me when you get here."
She smiled, "Your eyes are closed, aren't they?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ok, I'll see you then," and with that she hung up and threw the phone on the couch as she exited the house.
Gil laughed softly, as he turned off the phone, "Bye." He let his hand and the phone hit the mattress as he fell asleep.
*****
Twenty minutes later, Catherine pulled up to Gil's. She walked up to the door and used her key to let her inside; she was met by angry metal music. She looked into his living room to find Kaylenn sitting on the couch, watching TV. Kaylenn's head flew up and she stared at Catherine. "Ok, are you guys sleep'n with each other?"
"No!" Catherine knew she had said it too fast, but there was nothing to hide . . . Okay. she knew that was a lie but Kaylenn didn't need to know that.
Kaylenn's eyes rolled, "He's in his room."
Catherine nodded and walked over to where she was to see who the metal band was. "Who's playing?" Catherine eyes grew as she saw a bald guy with a piercing in his chin, he wasn't all that bad looking, whispering and in a straightjacket.
Kaylenn looked up at her, "Disturbed, the greatest underground metal band alive." She noticed Catherine's mouth slightly hanging open, "You think the lead singer's sexy don't you?" Catherine mouth shut closed and her eyes flew to Kaylenn's, "Don't worry, most people do."
"Could you turn it down a tad?" Kaylenn shrugged her shoulders and turned it down, "Thanks."
Catherine left Kaylenn and walked down to his bedroom. She leaned her head against the door and prepared herself for what could lay inside. A very naked and delicious Gil Grissom, he sometimes slept naked. She opened the door, and gasped at the sight before her. He was naked from what she could see and he had to be the cutest thing she had ever seen.
Kaylenn came up behind her and whispered, "What is it? I heard you gasp."
Catherine pushed the door open for Kaylenn to see, a huge grin threatened to crack the red-head's face, "He's sooo cute . . ." Her eyes went big, "Is he naked?"
"I think so, I wish I had a camera," Catherine responded.
Kaylenn nudged her, "Major Kodak moment and," she rubbed her hands together, "blackmail."
"You're so mean!" Catherine looked at her and grinned devilishly, "You got a cam on you?"
"Be right back," was all she said as she disappeared into the living room.
Catherine looked at Gil: he was on his stomach, one arm was hanging off the bed and he was drooling slightly. The covers were only covering his butt and one leg. He was also wearing socks. He was absolutely, adorably, blackmail worthy.
Kaylenn came back and Catherine moved out of the way to let her into the room. She took three pictures, one from their position, one from the floor, then one from above. "Wow!"
Catherine looked at her, "What?"
Kaylenn came back to her and whispered, "I never would've thought he would have a tattoo."
"He has two."
"Two?" Kaylenn almost choked on the word. "Don't tell me . . . It's on his ass."
"It's on his stomach."
Kaylenn nodded, and started walking down the hallway, "You'd better wake him, and tell me later."
Catherine smiled at the retreating redhead, she wasn't so bad. Catherine walked into his room and closed the door. She walked over to his bed and sat down near the end of it. She grabbed his foot and started to shake it, "Gil?"
No answer.
"Gil?"
Again no answer.
"GIL!"
She burst out laughing as she saw him jump up and immediately grab a pillow and cover his very naked waist. "What the hell?!"
Catherine couldn't stop laughing; she fell off the bed in a giggling mass. She slowly stopped laughing and opened her eyes to see Gil staring down at her. "That was not nice at all Cath."
"I'm sorry, but oh my God was that funny," she smiled up at him.
He shook his head, "Maybe to you." He pushed back and she heard him sit on the bed. Catherine sat up and dragged herself upon his bed. She laid down on her side and looked him up and down, while he did the same.
His eyes were scrunched and he kept blinking rapidly, trying to wake up. His hair was tousled, making his curls even more noticeable. He had the cover pulled around his waist, and a pillow settled between his legs. "You know I have seen it before, you know." He tightened his hold on the pillow.
She on the other hand was stretched out on her side, wearing tight blue jeans, the white spaghetti-strap she had be wearing earlier, and a blue- jean jacket. He also noticed that her boots were hanging off the edge of the bed, she looked gorgeous.
"Why do you sleep naked but wear socks?"
He smiled and looked down, tracing patterns onto the pillow, "My feet get cold." She snorted. "Hey, if my hands or feet get cold, I get cold. The rest of my body is like a furnace."
"Fair enough." Her eyes trailed down his surprisingly muscular chest and onto his abs, and saw his tattoo peak up slightly from underneath the cover. He had lost a lot of weight. "Kaylenn asked about your tattoos."
"She saw me naked?" The tips of his ears were turning red; he was still looking down.
"Nope, you were," she gestured, "covered. But your back wasn't."
He nodded, "What'd you tell her?"
"Nothing," she closed her eyes, "but I was there when you got one and the other I heard only from Brass."
"I was drunk for one and dared for the last one."
"At least you got cool ones with meanings." She smiled as he looked at her, "It could have been a teddy bear holding a heart or a equally non- masculine one."
"Hey, I like teddy bears!" Earned him a pillow in the face. He looked at her and said, "Could you wait out in the living room and let me get on some clothes on?"
She grinned at him and crawled off the bed, "Well, I thought you were gonna do it with me watching?"
He pointed to the door and she started for it, "Fine, I'll go."
He watched her until she closed the door, then he jumped out of bed and ran for his bathroom. He could hear a cold shower calling his name.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, Gil came padding down the hallway clad in a white t- shirt, a navy button-up, blue jeans and socks. He walked into the living and stopped suddenly, "Why is there a TV in my living room?"
Kaylenn answered him without ever losing eye contact with the music video she was watching, "I found it in the attic, or is it the second floor, and brought it down. Then I hooked it up to an extra cable-box you had."
"You did that all by yourself?" Gil looked at the redhead in front of him.
"Yeah, it was easy." She looked at him and smiled, "I've done harder things."
"Where's Catherine?" He was still looking at her as if she had pinched him.
Kaylenn pointed to the kitchen, "She's out in the back."
Gil left Kaylenn as she started singing the hard rock song that playing. He went to his backdoor and slid it open, just as Catherine was coming back in. They collided and her glass of water spilled on him. Her head shot up and she looked at him, and once again she exploded in laughter as he just stood there shivering. "Oh my God, that's cold."
She smiled at him sheepishly, "Sorry, I like it cold."
He shrugged and took the almost empty glass from her hands, "You wouldn't if you were in my position." 'I've already had my cold shower', he thought as he turned back into the kitchen to fill her glass with more water.
"At least it was only water," she closed the door behind her and walked her way over to the couch to join Kaylenn. "I did have soda originally. I thought you were gonna get dressed, not take an hour long shower."
He walked to the couch and sat down on the coffee table, handing Catherine her water he said, "It was 15 minutes," he frowned as he looked to the TV, "some things came up."
Kaylenn looked at him, seeing that his shirt was wet, she nudged Catherine's side, "What'd you do to him? Enter him in a wet t-shirt contest?'
Gil gave them a look as Catherine nodded at her; then turned back to the TV. "What are you watching?" Two girls were currently making out in Catholic schoolgirl outfits in pouring rain.
"T.A.T.U., 'All the Things She Said'." Gil nodded and Kaylenn added, "The girls are the singers, they're a couple." She changed the channel and country music filled the air.
Catherine and Gil's heads whipped around as Kaylenn started to sing with the song, "What? I can't have layers?" They continued the stare. "Unlike most people, I listen to many kinds of music, Country, Contemporary Christian, any kind of Rock, though I prefer Angst Rock, instrumentals, and Pop." She cocked her head, "Though I hate Gospel, Bluegrass, R&B, Rap, and Hip Hop, well some anyways."
She pointed to the TV, which now had a guy back-dropped by a burning watchtower, "And Garth Brooks is my fave Country singer, he also has a very cute butt." She got up and left them on the couch.
"Where are you going?"
"Don't worry Gil, I'm just going around the block. I'll be back around 8:00," she grabbed her coat and slammed the door.
Catherine turned to Gil and held up some files, "Shall we?"
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~~~~You know my thoughts, ~~~~~
~~~~Before I open up my mouth & try to speak, ~~~~
~~~~You know my dreams, ~~~~
~~~~Must be listening when I'm talking in my sleep, ~~~~
~~~~I hope you know,~~~~
~~~~I love having you around me, ~~~~
~~~~Don't you know? ~~~~
"Thankful" by Kelly Clarkson
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, more on the way!
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Gil walked into his townhouse the next morning smelling omelets and hearing the sound of punk rock filling up the house. He grimaced; Kaylenn must be up. He walked towards his C.D. player and turned it down. He smiled; he could live with it at this level. "Oh, hey Gil? I hope you're hungry, I'm making two!"
"Yeah, I am," he said as he was walking to the bar, he took a seat on one of the bar stools.
"I took the bed last night."
He watched her add some vegetables to one, and then close it, "Good, I was hoping you would."
"Ah, I knew you would be . . ." She picked up the omelet and slid it onto a blue plate, "My dad said that you liked your omelets the same way he did, is that right?"
At his nod she handed the plate to him and handed him a fork. "Good, cause if you had said no, I would have still made you eat it. I hate it that way."
He shook his head as he saw her throw in some bacon and cheese into hers and close it, "I could never eat a plain omelet."
"It's not plain, it has bacon and cheese."
He smiled and took a bite, "Like I said, plain."
She flicked a piece of cheese at him; it landed in his salt and pepper curls. He laughed and picked the piece cheese out of his hair. Kaylenn saw that it he didn't get all of it out, causing her to laugh. "What? I did get it all out, didn't I?"
She stopped laughing and nodded her head, he went back to eating, and she continued to smile. She got her omelet and turned off the stove. Setting the plate on the bar, she went over to the fridge and asked, "You got any Tabasco?"
He nodded, "Mm-hmm it should be behind the crickets."
She looked over the door at him, one eyebrow raised, "Excuse me?"
"The brown things that look like they're chocolate."
"I thought it was chocolate," her eyes grew, "it tasted like chocolate."
He smiled and said, "They're chocolate covered crickets."
"Oh, ok," she stuck her head back in and pulled out the crickets and then shuffled around. "Ah, gotcha!" She pulled out a huge economy size bottle of Tabasco sauce, "Damn, you think you got enough Tabasco?"
She closed the door and walked back over to the bar, carrying the Tabasco and crickets. "It's for when Catherine eats here, she drenches her food in the stuff." Pointing to the crickets, Gil asked, "Are you gonna eat those?"
She shrugged as she took a bite at the now Tabasco covered omelet, "Yeah, why not? I thought they tasted pretty good, plus I need a little bit of extra iron in the morning."
"Do you want to live with me?"
Her eyes slowly met his, "If I say yes, do I get to?"
He nodded; a smile slowly spread over Kaylenn's face, "Then, yes."
He grinned, "I was hoping for yes, but you gotta follow my rules and if you break them you will be grounded."
She nodded, "That sounds fair, but you gotta promise me some'n in return."
"What?"
"You can't treat me like a child or like I'm your daughter, cause I'm not. I am your niece."
"Don't worry I won't, if I was I wouldn't have let you get away with cussing."
She pointed the fork at her self, "I can cuss?"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"You're old enough."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Just one thing," she motioned for him to go on, "I don't want you saying 'fuck' just yet, ok? I want to keep your mouth to a PG-13 level around here, ok?"
"Ok, anything else?"
He got up and went to put his empty plate in the sink, "You will have chores," at her look, he quickly added, "I'll help, don't worry! And this was an excellent omelet." She grinned.
"You also have a curfew."
She rolled her eyes, "What is it?"
He rinsed the plate and fork and put them in the dishwasher, he stood up and leant against the sink. "10:00."
She looked at her plate and said, "11:00."
"10:00."
She raised her eyes to his and said definitely, "10:30."
He gave up, "Fine, but if you're later than 10:40 I'll put it to 10:00."
"Wait, 10:40?"
"You can be ten minutes late, but, "he held up a finger, "you better have a good reason and you can not make a habit out of it, am I clear?"
She nodded, "Crystal, and you should get some sleep."
He sighed, "I will. Are you going anywhere?"
"No."
"Good, if I'm not up by 7:00 come and wake me up."
"Sure no prob," she said as she watched him walk down to his bedroom. "Good nig- I mean morning," she opened the crickets and ate one.
*****
A ringing filled Gil's ears as he slowly woke up. His hand reached blindly for the phone, as his head was covered by his pillow. He fond it and brought to his ear, which was still under the pillow. "Yeah, Grissom," he said groggily.
Catherine sat up a little more on her couch, "Gil? Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Mmm, what time is it?"
She smiled as she heard the sleepiness in his voice, "Don't you have a clock in your room?"
"Yes, but I can't see it in this position," he mumbled, still under the pillow.
She laughed lightly, "Are you under the covers?" She could hear his breathing clearly and everything was muffled.
"No, my head is under the pillow."
"Is Kaylenn being loud?" She snorted as the image of his ass sticking straight up and his head under the pillow popped into her head.
The pillow shook as he shook his head, "No, not now anyways." He took his head out from under the pillow and looked at the clock, 6:13. "About three hours ago she was doing something, that sounded like she was moving furniture."
She heard the bed creak as he moved, and she knew he wasn't under the pillow anymore, "Moving stuff, and out from under the pillow?"
"Yeah, I couldn't breathe . . ." He scratched his shirtless stomach, "She sounded like she was on the second floor and the took something down to this floor."
"You have a second floor? And that doesn't bother you?"
"It's the attic to you. And no, she lives here now." He could hear her gasp and drop something, "You ok? What did you drop?"
"A carton of orange-juice," she stooped down and picked it up, grabbing a cup from the open cupboard she said, "So, you decided?"
"Uh-huh, look could you come over and just talk me through this and give me some pointers, maybe talk to Kaylenn."
"Sure, I got some'n to show you anyways," she downed the juice and put the carton back in the fridge. Grabbing her purse, jacket, and keys, she headed to the door, "Look, I'm headed over there now, see ya in 20."
He nodded and said, "Wake me when you get here."
She smiled, "Your eyes are closed, aren't they?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ok, I'll see you then," and with that she hung up and threw the phone on the couch as she exited the house.
Gil laughed softly, as he turned off the phone, "Bye." He let his hand and the phone hit the mattress as he fell asleep.
*****
Twenty minutes later, Catherine pulled up to Gil's. She walked up to the door and used her key to let her inside; she was met by angry metal music. She looked into his living room to find Kaylenn sitting on the couch, watching TV. Kaylenn's head flew up and she stared at Catherine. "Ok, are you guys sleep'n with each other?"
"No!" Catherine knew she had said it too fast, but there was nothing to hide . . . Okay. she knew that was a lie but Kaylenn didn't need to know that.
Kaylenn's eyes rolled, "He's in his room."
Catherine nodded and walked over to where she was to see who the metal band was. "Who's playing?" Catherine eyes grew as she saw a bald guy with a piercing in his chin, he wasn't all that bad looking, whispering and in a straightjacket.
Kaylenn looked up at her, "Disturbed, the greatest underground metal band alive." She noticed Catherine's mouth slightly hanging open, "You think the lead singer's sexy don't you?" Catherine mouth shut closed and her eyes flew to Kaylenn's, "Don't worry, most people do."
"Could you turn it down a tad?" Kaylenn shrugged her shoulders and turned it down, "Thanks."
Catherine left Kaylenn and walked down to his bedroom. She leaned her head against the door and prepared herself for what could lay inside. A very naked and delicious Gil Grissom, he sometimes slept naked. She opened the door, and gasped at the sight before her. He was naked from what she could see and he had to be the cutest thing she had ever seen.
Kaylenn came up behind her and whispered, "What is it? I heard you gasp."
Catherine pushed the door open for Kaylenn to see, a huge grin threatened to crack the red-head's face, "He's sooo cute . . ." Her eyes went big, "Is he naked?"
"I think so, I wish I had a camera," Catherine responded.
Kaylenn nudged her, "Major Kodak moment and," she rubbed her hands together, "blackmail."
"You're so mean!" Catherine looked at her and grinned devilishly, "You got a cam on you?"
"Be right back," was all she said as she disappeared into the living room.
Catherine looked at Gil: he was on his stomach, one arm was hanging off the bed and he was drooling slightly. The covers were only covering his butt and one leg. He was also wearing socks. He was absolutely, adorably, blackmail worthy.
Kaylenn came back and Catherine moved out of the way to let her into the room. She took three pictures, one from their position, one from the floor, then one from above. "Wow!"
Catherine looked at her, "What?"
Kaylenn came back to her and whispered, "I never would've thought he would have a tattoo."
"He has two."
"Two?" Kaylenn almost choked on the word. "Don't tell me . . . It's on his ass."
"It's on his stomach."
Kaylenn nodded, and started walking down the hallway, "You'd better wake him, and tell me later."
Catherine smiled at the retreating redhead, she wasn't so bad. Catherine walked into his room and closed the door. She walked over to his bed and sat down near the end of it. She grabbed his foot and started to shake it, "Gil?"
No answer.
"Gil?"
Again no answer.
"GIL!"
She burst out laughing as she saw him jump up and immediately grab a pillow and cover his very naked waist. "What the hell?!"
Catherine couldn't stop laughing; she fell off the bed in a giggling mass. She slowly stopped laughing and opened her eyes to see Gil staring down at her. "That was not nice at all Cath."
"I'm sorry, but oh my God was that funny," she smiled up at him.
He shook his head, "Maybe to you." He pushed back and she heard him sit on the bed. Catherine sat up and dragged herself upon his bed. She laid down on her side and looked him up and down, while he did the same.
His eyes were scrunched and he kept blinking rapidly, trying to wake up. His hair was tousled, making his curls even more noticeable. He had the cover pulled around his waist, and a pillow settled between his legs. "You know I have seen it before, you know." He tightened his hold on the pillow.
She on the other hand was stretched out on her side, wearing tight blue jeans, the white spaghetti-strap she had be wearing earlier, and a blue- jean jacket. He also noticed that her boots were hanging off the edge of the bed, she looked gorgeous.
"Why do you sleep naked but wear socks?"
He smiled and looked down, tracing patterns onto the pillow, "My feet get cold." She snorted. "Hey, if my hands or feet get cold, I get cold. The rest of my body is like a furnace."
"Fair enough." Her eyes trailed down his surprisingly muscular chest and onto his abs, and saw his tattoo peak up slightly from underneath the cover. He had lost a lot of weight. "Kaylenn asked about your tattoos."
"She saw me naked?" The tips of his ears were turning red; he was still looking down.
"Nope, you were," she gestured, "covered. But your back wasn't."
He nodded, "What'd you tell her?"
"Nothing," she closed her eyes, "but I was there when you got one and the other I heard only from Brass."
"I was drunk for one and dared for the last one."
"At least you got cool ones with meanings." She smiled as he looked at her, "It could have been a teddy bear holding a heart or a equally non- masculine one."
"Hey, I like teddy bears!" Earned him a pillow in the face. He looked at her and said, "Could you wait out in the living room and let me get on some clothes on?"
She grinned at him and crawled off the bed, "Well, I thought you were gonna do it with me watching?"
He pointed to the door and she started for it, "Fine, I'll go."
He watched her until she closed the door, then he jumped out of bed and ran for his bathroom. He could hear a cold shower calling his name.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, Gil came padding down the hallway clad in a white t- shirt, a navy button-up, blue jeans and socks. He walked into the living and stopped suddenly, "Why is there a TV in my living room?"
Kaylenn answered him without ever losing eye contact with the music video she was watching, "I found it in the attic, or is it the second floor, and brought it down. Then I hooked it up to an extra cable-box you had."
"You did that all by yourself?" Gil looked at the redhead in front of him.
"Yeah, it was easy." She looked at him and smiled, "I've done harder things."
"Where's Catherine?" He was still looking at her as if she had pinched him.
Kaylenn pointed to the kitchen, "She's out in the back."
Gil left Kaylenn as she started singing the hard rock song that playing. He went to his backdoor and slid it open, just as Catherine was coming back in. They collided and her glass of water spilled on him. Her head shot up and she looked at him, and once again she exploded in laughter as he just stood there shivering. "Oh my God, that's cold."
She smiled at him sheepishly, "Sorry, I like it cold."
He shrugged and took the almost empty glass from her hands, "You wouldn't if you were in my position." 'I've already had my cold shower', he thought as he turned back into the kitchen to fill her glass with more water.
"At least it was only water," she closed the door behind her and walked her way over to the couch to join Kaylenn. "I did have soda originally. I thought you were gonna get dressed, not take an hour long shower."
He walked to the couch and sat down on the coffee table, handing Catherine her water he said, "It was 15 minutes," he frowned as he looked to the TV, "some things came up."
Kaylenn looked at him, seeing that his shirt was wet, she nudged Catherine's side, "What'd you do to him? Enter him in a wet t-shirt contest?'
Gil gave them a look as Catherine nodded at her; then turned back to the TV. "What are you watching?" Two girls were currently making out in Catholic schoolgirl outfits in pouring rain.
"T.A.T.U., 'All the Things She Said'." Gil nodded and Kaylenn added, "The girls are the singers, they're a couple." She changed the channel and country music filled the air.
Catherine and Gil's heads whipped around as Kaylenn started to sing with the song, "What? I can't have layers?" They continued the stare. "Unlike most people, I listen to many kinds of music, Country, Contemporary Christian, any kind of Rock, though I prefer Angst Rock, instrumentals, and Pop." She cocked her head, "Though I hate Gospel, Bluegrass, R&B, Rap, and Hip Hop, well some anyways."
She pointed to the TV, which now had a guy back-dropped by a burning watchtower, "And Garth Brooks is my fave Country singer, he also has a very cute butt." She got up and left them on the couch.
"Where are you going?"
"Don't worry Gil, I'm just going around the block. I'll be back around 8:00," she grabbed her coat and slammed the door.
Catherine turned to Gil and held up some files, "Shall we?"
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~~~~You know my thoughts, ~~~~~
~~~~Before I open up my mouth & try to speak, ~~~~
~~~~You know my dreams, ~~~~
~~~~Must be listening when I'm talking in my sleep, ~~~~
~~~~I hope you know,~~~~
~~~~I love having you around me, ~~~~
~~~~Don't you know? ~~~~
"Thankful" by Kelly Clarkson
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, more on the way!
