Halloween: Las Vegas Style
Rating: Erm... I have no clue.
Summary: The team celebrates Halloween with a costume party.
Disclaimer: RAWR! I own NOTHING.
A/N: Third chapter. Lmfao. I like this one. I shall get to the halloween party soon, don't worry. I just wanted to tease you guys with this. MUAHA.
One of Lindsey's CDs played softly in the background as Gil and Catherine stood in the kitchen and made small talk while cooking dinner together.
"So Lindsey's pretty... excited?"
"Excited doesn't even begin to explain."
"Will she be coming to the party with us tomorrow?"
"She's got a band competition tomorrow in Carson City, and God forbid, if she misses it, all hell will break loose."
"There's not a snow ball's chance in hell that I'm going to miss that competition tomorrow night!" Catherine nodded her head and mouthed the words, 'I told you so' to him.
"I thought she was a cheerleader."
"Well she was, but the 'powers of evil brought her to the dark side.' Or so she says..."
"AND THEY GAVE ME A COOKIE," She yelled from the living room. She walked into the kitchen and stopped when she saw what they were cooking. "Cheese… milk's leap toward immortality."
"Oh hush. You like broccoli and cheese."
"I do not like broccoli. And I haven't liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. And I'm President of the United States and I'm not going to eat any more broccoli." Catherine looked down at her daughter and gave her a questioning look.
"I really made you eat broccoli?"
"Mom, you're slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter." Gil silently chuckled to himself and turned his back so Lindsey wouldn't see him laughing. "Hippies, hippies... they want to save the world but all they do is smoke pot and play frisbee!"
Both Catherine and Gil busted out laughing and turned red in the face. "Fine! I'll take my thoughts else where!" By the time they had dinner cooked, it was getting late. Catherine walked into the living room to get Lindsey, but found her asleep on the couch with her CD player rested on the coffee table, still on.
"Catherine? Is Lindsey-" Gil stood in back of Catherine and smiled. "I guess we should let her sleep. Cause' something tells me she didn't get enough of it last night."
"Let her sleep. I'm just ready to eat." They set the table for two and placed Lindsey's plate off to the side. "So... after dinner, will you show me the outfit you bought for tomorrow night?"
"Only if you show me yours..."
"Alright. Two can play that game." They lowered their voices when Lindsey started shifting and moaning on the couch.
"Are you sure you don't want to wake her up so she can eat?"
"Trust me. When she gets hungry, you'll know. She-"
"MOM! I'M HUNGRY!"
"Well come eat!"
"... can you bring me my plate?"
"Go back to sleep!"
"Ugh!" Gil laughed and took a sip of his drink. Once dinner was over, Lindsey had fallen asleep again. They cleaned up the kitchen together when Catherine noticed the time.
"I should get going..."
"Already?"
"I don't want to deprive you from sleep."
"You're not. Honest."
"Really. I don't want to be a burden. You barely take time off and this, I must say, is surprising." She walked into the living room and gently shook Lindsey's shoulder.
"Hmm. Mom?"
"Honey. It's time to go home."
"No. I stay here."
"Lindsey, come on..." Catherine tugged on her sleeve and tried to pry the pillow out of Lindsey's grasp.
"NO!"
"Catherine... let her stay here if she's that tired."
"She's doing this on purpose!" Catherine blew the bangs out of her eyes and placed both of her hands on her hips. Lindsey's eyes barely opened as she searched the room for Gil.
"Uncle Gil? Can I stay here tonight? I'm... tired."
"Of course you can, Linds." Catherine's jaw dropped as she watched Lindsey smirk and snuggle further into the couch. She placed a hand Gil's arm and dragged him down the hall.
"I can't believe you!"
"What! Your daughter is tired. I'm letting her spend the night. What's so bad about that?"
"Gil-"
"I mean, she IS my god daughter, isn't she?"
"But-"
"And you said so yourself, she's got a band competition tomorrow. You want her to be well rested, don't you?"
"LIIIIISTEN TO MEEEE."
"I'm listening!"
"What am I suppose to do, huh?" He looked at her with a blank expression. "Leave her here?"
"Well... unless you want to wake her up and drive home with a kicking and screaming teenager..." She sighed and placed her hand on her forehead.
"I'll have to leave tomorrow morning to bring her to school..."
"In an FBI costume."
"Where am I going to sleep, Gil? Huh?"
"Take my bed."
"And where will YOU sleep?"
"Guest bedroom."
Lindsey watched carefully from the couch as they went their separate ways. She waited a good two hours before she got up from the couch and slowly walked into Gil's bedroom, watching her mother sleep. She softly tapped her on the shoulder and smiled when her mother opened her eyes.
"Mommy, I don't think Uncle Gil is feeling well."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I was walking to the bathroom and he just wouldn't stop sneezing and coughing." Catherine pulled the covers off of her body and walked across the hallway with Lindsey behind her. She walked into his guest bedroom to find him peacefully asleep. Before she knew what was happening, Lindsey pushed her down on Gil and ran out of the room, locking them in. Gil woke up and stared down at the woman lying on top of his body. He suddenly realized he had no shirt on.
"Ugh... hi?"
A/N: Hmm mmm. XD