The Kids
Rating: Safe
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadly.
Summary: Catherine and Gil deal with their 'kids'.
A/N: Whew. I read all your reviews and I had to write the third chapter. Your reviews mean so much to me. (crys) I wanna thank everyone who's made my stories possible of becoming known and... (fans face like an over dramatic actress) I just wanna let you guys know I love you!!! LOL! XDD
"Oh my God. We had gay burglars the other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture," Warrick put his head in his hands as a very hyper Greg skipped up to them.
"Hey guys!"
"How may I ignore you today," Sara asked.
"Oooh. Sara. You're so hot, you make the devil sweat."
"That was so corny."
"Yeah? Well, yesterday... I knew nothing. Today, I know that." Everyone laughed except Sara, who was looking very tired and annoyed. "Aww. What's wrong Sar?"
"Give me my crime scene, and let's go." Gil and Catherine walked into the room and handed out the assignments. Sara banged her head on the table when she realized she was working with Greg... again. "Why... me."
"Good news everyone... the lab has just received three new Yukon's for our use on the job."
"BUT," Catherine screamed. "If you so much as get a speck of dirt on it, you're responsible for it." Greg looked at Sara and threw her the keys.
"You drive."
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"Catherine, what are you doing?"
"I'm staying warm."
"Is that what it's called?" He watched in amusement as she jumped up and down, ran around the Denali, and sticking their thermos of hot chocolate inside of her jacket.
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Sara and Greg walked around the back of an alley, in search of their crime scene which they could not seem to find.
"Can you believe it? Just a few more days before Santa comes, Sara!!"
"You gotta be kiddin' me. 'Santa'? Jesus. And I thought Catherine had problems."
"Well you see where I- HOLY COW! What is that?" Greg jumped onto Sara's back and threw his arms around her neck. She let out a strangled cry and tried to get him off.
"Be a man!"
"I am a man! A man who's very scared at the moment." She sighed, took out her last rice crispies treat, and threw it down the alley. He flew off of her back and ran down the snow covered sidewalk in search of the food. Sara bent down at the barely decomposed body and took pictures.
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"Hey Warrick?"
"Yeah, Nick?"
"Duty..."
(Silence)
(Laughter)
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"Ugh... yes. I'd like a number five, no tomatoes, add cheese... with a large Coke." Catherine blinked a few times and stared at her Nextel Walkie-Talkie.
"Hey Gil?"
"Hmm?"
"Is it me or is my walkie talkie giving me orders?"
"It's-"
"Pshhhht. Houston. Come in, Houston. We have a problem." The laughter of Nick and Warrick could be heard in the background, followed by the screams of Greg and the yells of Sara. Gil picked up her cell phone and gave Catherine a wicked smile as he pressed the 'talk' button.
"Ooooh. Catherine. That's it. Don't stop! Oohhh!" He winked at her, giving her the signal to follow along. The laughter and screams on the other end stopped automatically.
"Jesus, Gil! Harder!!!"
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"Oh, baby. Oh my God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD."
"Oh my God," Greg repeated in a shock tone with wide eyes.
"You seem like you're eager to join them, Greg," Warrick cracked. Nick and Sara muted their walkie talkie and busted out in fits of laughter.
"This calls for a 'song of the moment'," Greg exclaimed. Warrick and Nick jumped up and did the moon walk.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel it!? Can you feel it!?" (Jackson Five's, Can You Feel It.)
"More like, 'Can you hear it?'", Sara said as she bit her tongue and turned the volume on the walkie talkie louder.
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"I've always wanted to learn to break dance like those Asians you see at the mall," Greg sighed dreamily and stared out of the diner window.
"Ever since he's seen them play that DDR in the mall, he's been obsessed ever since," Warrick explained.
"Ya know, I think a break dancer would suit me. I better start training!" He jumped up from the table and stood in front of their table. He took Sara's napkin from her lap and tied it around his head. Catherine and Gil slowly hung their heads and avoided the looks people were giving them.
"Greg, sit down. Please?"
"You're just mad..." He did a ninja kick and screamed. "...cause' you ain't got these sweet moves..." A very angry business man was making his way out of his table when Greg lost his balance and fell right on top of him, spilling coffee and orange juice everywhere. Greg pushed himself up from the floor and looked up to see everyone watching with wide eyes and their mouths covered with their hands. The group quickly stood up and went to maneuver Greg out of the door when the business man yelled.
"You've just ruined a $500 suite!"
"I was practicin' my mad dance skills, man. You can't hate on that," Greg yelled back. Gil grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away from the man.
"Let's go, Greg. Shake it off."
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"Can I open one?"
"No."
"... can I-"
"No."
"Please?!"
"We said no. No means no!"
"You didn't even let me finish asking my question!"
"Okay. Ask."
"Can I shake it?"
"Absolutely..." Greg's face lit up. "-not." He groaned and stared down at the presents underneath the tree that was decorated in the break room. Catherine and Gil sat on the couch, snuggling with each other, as Greg tried to carefully tear small rips in his presents to see what they were.
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"A new cell phone! Gee! Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad," Nick cried out sarcastically.
"Greg, go ahead and open your present," Gil said. Greg bounced up and down as he unwrapped his Christmas present. Everyone busted out in laughter when a life size Barney doll came into view.
"What the hell," Greg yelled.
"What'd you expect? Con-dams," Catherine asked.
"Haha. Nice present, Greg," Sara laughed.
"Shut up, dick."
"Skank."
"I'm gonna biatch slap you, shiat baaahg."
"Stop fighting! You two are like brother and sister. Goodness sakes. Don't they have the same thoughts," Catherine asked.
Greg (Shoes)
Nick, Warrick, Sara (Playstation)
Gil (Fiscall responsibility)
Catherine (Tom Skerit)
Greg stood up.
"Greg, where are you going," Gil asked.
"Out."
"Whore," Catherine mumbled under her breath.
"Greg, what are you going to do with your life," Gil stressed.
"I'm goin' get what I wahnt."
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"Shoes...Shoes... Shoes... Oh my God-shoes. Let's get some shoes. Let's get some shoes. Shoes. These shoes rule. These shoes SUCK!"
"I think you have too many shoes."
"Shut up!"
"I think you have too many shoes."
"Shut up! Stupid boy... Let's get some shoes! Let's party..."
A/N: Haha. This chapter was retarded, but funny. The last part is my favorite! LOL!!! Ne ways, yeah. I let some of my friends read this chapter and they were crying with laughter. I hope you guys do too. It is my job to entertain you:D
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