The Kids

Rating: Safe

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadly.

Summary: Catherine and Gil deal with their 'kids'.

A/N: I did a little writing today because I got bored again. God almighty, and I came up with this second chapter. LOL. I thought it was pretty funny considering I came up with it in like, an hour. But I hope you like it!

And thanks for all the reviews!! You guys really motivate me. I love you all!! ROFL. XD

"Sara, Greg... you two have a 419 in a McDonalds freezer." Sara grabbed the paper out of Gil's hands and read it. Catherine walked in from the hall and stood next to him.

"You always get to take the assignment paper out of Grissom's hand first," Greg whined. "Not once have I been able to experience the feeling of grabbing my assignment out of his hands!" Gil ignored him and handed Nick his assignment.

"You have a dead body at the French Palace. Take Warrick with you!"

"Why do we get all the boring cases?! What? You don't trust Sara and I at the French Palace?!" Catherine folded her arms over her chest.

"No. It's you we don't trust, Greg."

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"You know, I do believe Jim's birthday is in a few days."

"You're right." Gil leaned back in his seat and took off his glasses. "Do we have any idea of what we're going to get him?"

"What do you get a guy who has practically everything in the world?" They sat there for a few minutes before Catherine's face lit up with excitement.

"We should throw him a party!"

"Ah yes. But do we want to risk the chance of letting Greg getting a hold to Jim's cake?"

"True. And speaking of Greg, we still have to get him and the rest of the 'kids' their Christmas presents." Gil sighed.

"I forgot Christmas was a few days away."

"And not to mention, your niece's birthday is three days after." His head fell on the desk and he groaned. "Don't worry. We got most of the presents in your closet. I think the only people we still need to get presents for are Nick and Sara."

"That's it," Gil asked with excitement.

"Yeah. We have the rest of the presents in-" Greg busted out of Gil's closet with a camera in his hands.

"Mom! Look! I found a camera! It's beautiful!" He snapped pictures of Catherine and Gil's shocked faces and headed for the door. Catherine stood up and held out her hand.

"Camera. Now."

"Aww! But mommy! It's so pretty!"

"Gregory James Sanders. If I don't get that camera in three seconds, you're not getting it for Christmas." He pouted and shoved it in her hands. "Good. Now, be gone with your trouble making self."

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"And what will we say when Brass walks through the door?"

"Happy Birthday, Jim," All four 'kids' said at once. Catherine had them lined up in a row, from tallest to shortest while Grissom stood in the back; watching Greg who stood dangerously close to the birthday cake that was for Brass.

"And what version of 'Happy Birthday' are we going to sing?"

"The normal one," All of them replied at once.

"That's right. No, 'And you smell like a monkey, too'. Got me?" They all nodded and hung their heads like children. "Also, I wanted-"

"Get your hand away from that cake, boy!" Gil cut Catherine right before Greg was about to lick the icing off of the cake. She strides towards him and pulled him by his ear.

"Na na na na naaa na. Greggy got in trouble," Nick stuck out his tongue and made mean faces at Greg. Warrick and Sara laughed and joined in with him. Gil helped Catherine hold Greg back as he lunged for his friends.

"That's it! Everyone turn to the person next to you and hug them," Grissom shouted out. Everyone stopped laughing and looked around. "Come on! Do it!" Greg smiled happily and ran over to Nick. He threw his arms around him and squeezed.

"Why are you hugging me?"

"Because he told me to."

"Get away from me."

"No. You like it."

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"Gil, this is pure punishment." Catherine looked down at their clothes. Giving Brass a birthday party wasn't the best idea. It resulted in a major food fight, a cake covered break room, and messy CSIs and Supervisors.

"I say it's a fair punishment." They stood outside, in the freezing cold, and looked down at their mud covered Denali's. "I say we make them wash in their bathing suits."

"Are you crazy? And get them all sick? I'm all for making them wash the cars, but let them keep their clothes on. Please!"

"Alright..." They walked back into the lab, and approached their cake covered 'kids'.

"What's our punishment?"

"Wash the all Denalis out in the back."

"What," They all screamed at once. Catherine nodded.

"You heard him. Grab a bucket, get a sponge, and start washin'!" They stood there in shock. "Get moving! Those SUVs won't wash themselves!" They stumbled back into the break room and slowly dragged themselves out into the freezing parking lot of the crime lab. Gil and Catherine watched victoriously as Greg turned on the hose, and accidentally squirted ice cold water all over his co-workers.

"Something tells me we're going to have to give them another punishment."

"Should we stop them before things get too dangerous?"

"With those four, anything is possible." Catherine wrapped her jacket around her tighter, and opened the door for both of them. They stood in front of mess of mud, snow, and water and sighed. "We give you a simple task and you can't even do that much?"

"Huh?" Greg turned around with the hose in his hands and got both of his 'parents' drenched from head to toe in the freezing water. Catherine stood deadly still and shut her eyes. The giggles and chuckles of Nick, Sara, and Warrick could barely be heard.

"I can't feel my toes." All six, soaking wet, stood there and stared at each other until Sara spoke up quickly.

"Can we go back in the lab now?"

"Yes," Gil replied almost instantly. They all ran back into the lab and sighed as the warm air hit their blue and purple faces.

"I get the shower first!" Warrick took off running down the hall and almost slipped on his pants as he turned the corner to get to the bathroom. Nick and Sara looked at each other, realizing they only had three showers in the locker room and pushed each other out of the way to get the last two. Greg realized what was going on and grabbed both of them by their shirt collars. He yanked them to the floor and jumped over their tangled bodies, catching up with Warrick.

Gil and Catherine helped them up from the floor and walked slowly to the locker room. The second they opened the door, their faces were greeted by a huge cloud of steam. They heard the moans of Greg and Warrick.

"This... feels... so good."

"Well, not for long." Catherine pushed her way through the group and yanked Greg out of his shower. She tossed him in Warrick's shower and yelled at Nick and Sara. "Hurry up! Get in here!" They both ran into the shower with their freezing clothes and stood under the hot water. Gil and Catherine scurried to the end shower and both locked themselves in. When they all came out, their faces gained their color back, and their clothes were more soaked than ever. They went to their lockers, grabbed their extra clothes, and each went into their own bathroom stall to change.

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"I'm Gil Grissom. I'm the boss around here. Blah blah blah." Nick, Sara, and Warrick laughed as Greg sat in Gil's chair and threw papers around his desk. Catherine and Gil snuggled together on his leather couch and watched their 'kids' imitate them. Sara sat down in Greg's lap and tried her best to sound like Catherine.

"Oh Gil. Take me." Nick and Warrick grabbed their stomach and fell to the ground in laughter. Catherine's jaw dropped and she threw a pillow at Sara.

"I do not sound like that!"

A/N: And how was that for a second chapter? (smiles)