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Guess what? I'm still alive! Yay! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update.
I have graduated last summer so I had a pretty stressful school year and then I had to send out job applications, attend job interviews etc.
However, here's the newest chapter of Dare Night: CSI Style!
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"No Lindsey, for the last time, you are not going to this party! Well, I don't care if some hot guy is going to be there too. Wait, black hair and green eyes you say? Sounds like the type of boy I would sleep…err, go out with back when I was your age. Still, you're too young for hangovers and pregnancy and I'm too old to go to that party with you!
"Why wouldn't I? Do you really think I would stay at home and watch all that crap on TV while you're out were having the time of your life? God, you definitely got your naivety from your father! Don't 'but mom!' me. You're not going and that's my final word!
"Lindsey? Great, you also got your lack of manners from your father. Hanging up on me… It's not like a simple 'Bye' would raise the phone bill that much!"
Catherine sighed and let her cell phone fall back in her purse.
"Well, I better just get this over with or I'll miss 'Julia: Ways of Fate,'" she thought and took out Archie's letter with "Every Woman's Dream" written on the envelope.
"Dear Catherine,
I heard you showed Hodges your dancing skills. As you for sure already know, my birthday is next Tuesday, so what do you say? 200 bucks, 3 hours of dancing, and then a private little spanking session in my room? Well, let me know once you've made up your mind.
Anyway, it's probably better if we lay aside our hunger for sex with each other and focus on your dare.
Do you remember Eddie? Well, for sure you do seeing that he is your ex husband. It feels just like yesterday when you broke up and I tried to comfort you. By the way, thanks for yelling at me that going to a strip club is definitely not the right way to cheer someone up; it seemed like a good idea at the time. Again, I'm so sorry. I really didn't know that Eddie was a regular costumer of said club; neither did I know what he was going to be there that evening.
Your advice really saved me from a lot of trouble with my girlfriend. I don't know how she would have reacted if I had taken her to the same place as I did you once her cat passed away. Instead I took her to watch 'Cats' with me. Someone could have really told me there is no action at all in this musical. I at least expected some Dobermans to suddenly appear on stage and chase the little kitties around, but no, just some untalented actors who jumped around on the stage like they were on ecstasy. At least I had popcorn to throw at them; otherwise I would have probably died from boredom.
Where was I? Right, Eddie. God, this is so annoying. Do you know how often I change the subject accidentally? It's just like the time when I was on my way home because my mother was already awaiting me, got distracted by a straying dog and ran straight into the wrong house thinking it was mine. Turned out it was my neighbor's and they were having an orgy.
You know how people say that sometimes life is just like in the movies? They are all wrong! My neighbor is nothing like the hot actress from 'The Girl Next Door'. In my case it was an 80 year old grandma who apparently had a passion for having orgies with men who were even older than her. Thank God that they didn't all die from a heart attack. That would have been one hell of a sight for the paramedics.
Anyway, Eddie. God, I really hate this guy. Seriously, just because someone is good in bed doesn't automatically make him marriage material. I would know. Being a sex god didn't stop my ex-girlfriend from throwing me out when her kitchen went up in flames while I was making pancakes.
If you ask me, Warrick would be the right guy for you, but seeing that he is already married, I thought I'd do you a favor and find someone else for you. Someone better, someone who would treat you like a princess and as luck, or the employee files would have it, I found the perfect guy for you.
However, before I tell you his name, I find it to be my obligation to remind you that you shouldn't judge my choice of men too fast. Being an asshole at work doesn't mean that he is one in his free time too. It's quite the contrary actually. He's good in bed (at least that's what Super D told me), he gets discount at every take-out restaurant because that's all he eats, he has a great taste in movies (at least he would if he was a girl. Can you believe it? 'Titanic' is really his favorite movie!) and he's extremely sexy (well, he will be after you have drunk enough beer).
Can you already guess who I'm talking about? The asshole comment should have been enough of a hint. Okay, I'll help you some more. His name starts with an 'E' and ends with 'ie'… or was it 'y'? God, why do I even want to know how to spell Ecklie/y's name correctly? It's not like I would ever write him a letter or a birthday card.
Great, now I also blabbered out his name. I wanted to let you guess a little bit more. Guess I'm too lazy to throw away this letter and write a new one, so let's just leave it at this, alright?
Anyway, Ecklie or Eckly (you know what? Let's just call him 'Eggy', otherwise I'll spend the rest of the day pondering how to write his name correctly). Eggy, good nickname. It's definitely better than 'honey pie' or 'baby'. Who even invented these embarrassing nicknames anyway? Trust me, as long as my girlfriend isn't chewing on a binky or covered in honey (Yummy, covered in honey. Sounds like a good plan to make our sex life more exciting), she will never hear me calling her by these names.
Okay, I'm running out of paper, so here's your dare:
Every teenage girl needs a father who she can ask money from, so drive home and tell Lindsey
how you've become a couple
that you and Eggy are about to get married
that you're expecting a child from Eggy
A Recording tape is in your purse (Yeah, recording tape, I know. Guess I have watched 'Saw' one too many times), so be sure to record your little talk.
Anyway, I know you practically can't wait to see your new fiancée, but he just got back from an exhausting meeting and needs some rest. Don't worry! Nicky will make sure he relaxes. After that and the first part of your dare he will be all yours.
Don't worry about Eggy not playing along. I don't have a doubt that he would follow anywhere you want if you just batted your eyelashes at him (God, he's desperate, isn't he?) but just to be sure I gave him 100 bucks.
Well, you know what you gotta do now. Go home to your sweet little daughter and share your happy news! By the way, don't forget to smile! We wouldn't want you to look sad at the thought of spending your entire future with Eggy, would we?
Before I forget, your absolutely beautiful, amazing and wonderful engagement ring (which was obviously chosen by me) is in the glove box.
Ttyl, my sexy birthday stripper.
Love,
Mama's Boy"
Not soon after Catherine had finished reading Archie's letter she threw open her car door and soon pitied the waffles she had for breakfast that morning and whose remains were now to be found on the ground of the parking lot.
"Damn you Archie!" she cursed once her stomach had settled down again.
With a sigh she looked back at the lab, wondering why she hadn't listened to her gut feeling this morning and ditched work.
While she wallowed in self-pity she suddenly caught sight of Archie who was grinning at her from behind the entrance door. Catherine shot him one of her famous death glares but he just sent her a flying kiss.
However, the grin on his face faded quickly when Catherine jumped out of her car and marched across the parking lot, her hair waving in the wind, her eyes glistening with rage and her hands ready to strangle Archie for the embarrassment he would cause her in those next few hours.
"Oh my God, I should have known better than to mess with Catherine's temper," he cursed himself and sprinted down the hallway to find a place where he could hide from Catherine.
HODGE'S LAB:
His favorite teddy bear Snuggles. His first girlfriend Milly with her thick glasses and greasy hair. His mother scolding him for not having eaten his vegetables. Hodges saw his life passing him by. Tears of desperation were running down his face while his lips turned blue and his body slowly went limp.
"Come on, breathe! BREATHE!" he heard Doc Robbins yelling at him as he tried his hardest to save Hodges' life.
The darkness was threatening to swallow Hodges but all of a sudden he could feel how the feeling of death was replaced by the feeling of air filling his lungs again. Breathing had never felt better.
"Holy Tinkerbell. Thank you Doctor Robbins! Thank you so much!" Hodges said to his life saver once his breathing had finally calmed down again.
"Nah, don't worry about it, but be more careful next time. Wouldn't want to see you landing on one of the tables in the morgue."
Hodges nodded and touched his still hurting neck. A few minutes passed and Doc Robbins was still standing in Hodges' lab without having said anything, only staring at him intensively.
"Err… Doc Robbins, listen, if you want some money I can give it to you tomorrow"
Doc Robbins immediately snapped out of his trance-like state.
"Money? What for?"
"Well, for saving my life, what else? I could also take you out to dinner if you would prefer that."
"Yeah, I don't think that will be necessary. David, let's just talk about it."
"Talk about what?"
"About what has just happened. I know the lab can be a pretty lousy place to work in, especially if you look at the pay checks, but that is no reason to take such drastic measures. There are other ways!"
"Other ways? Drastic measures? Not to sound rude, but what the hell are you talking about?"
"I know, I know. Avoiding is the first reaction to such a conversation but you don't need to feel ashamed. It will take a long time to get over all the issues you are apparently dealing with at the moment but don't forget; my morgue is always open if you need a shoulder to cry on."
"Doctor Robbins, I really appreciate your concern but I seriously have no clue what you are talking about!"
"Okay, I see we need to address this problem more directly and not just beat around the bush. I'm talking about you trying to strange yourself with a tie." Doc Robbins said calmly and held up the pink tie which half an hour ago had almost put an end to Hodges' life until Doc Robbins had torn it off of his neck.
"Strangle…but…I…but…"
"You don't need to say anything. I won't tell anybody else that you tried to commit suicide, pinky promise."
"No! I…"
"David, it's alright. You can trust me. I can even give you a few phone numbers of some excellent psychiatrists if you don't feel comfortable about talking with me."
"Doc, would it be possible for you to let me finish a sentence? I didn't try to strangle myself with this tie! I tried to put it on. For my date, you know."
"Your date," Doc Robbins said skeptically as if Hodges having a date would be completely unthinkable.
"Yeah, a blind date. I mean, Archie specifically organized it for me. He even gave me 100 bucks. It's unbelievable, isn't it? My love life must be really dear to his heart."
"Err, yeah, that must be it," Doc Robbins grinned as he remembered the dare night Archie had mentioned a few days ago, "If you would excuse me now, I have to perform an autopsy on David's hamster. He thinks it got poisoned by his wife because he gave her an iron for her birthday, but if you ask me, I guess it starved. That should teach David not to put his pets on a diet."
Doc Robbins tossed Hodges his tie and hobbled out of the lab.
"I only hope my date has got some big boobs," Hodges grinned.
However, before he could begin with the analysis of Nick's samples, the special talent he had inherited from his grandmother kicked in.
Most people in the lab knew that Hodges had an extremely sensitive nose with which he could identify almost every smell. What people didn't know about Hodges was that next to this unique ability, he also had another: his powerful intuition.
Even at an early age it would tell him when something bad was going to happen. An accelerating heart beat would tell him that his mother was furious because his Barbie dolls were still lying on his bedroom floor. His nose would itch when his class mates were once again planning to stuff him into his locker.
Even though his intuition sometimes had let him down (he would never admit that the itching of one of his body parts could have also been blamed on the lack of personal hygiene) he never mistrusted it and right now it made him feel like the world was going to end.
His heart was furiously beating in his chest, sweat was covering his brow, his body became rigid and the room temperature seemed to have suddenly dropped to minus thirty degrees.
He abruptly turned his head towards the door as he felt an enormous source of rage coming towards his lab at an alarming speed.
Half expecting Satan to come marching around the corner, he was surprised to smell perfume.
"The Bible never mentioned Satan wearing perfume… or maybe I just wasn't paying enough attention in Sunday school," Hodges mused and peeked out into the hallway.
"Oh my God, it's hurricane Catherine!" Bobby screamed as he ran past Hodges with a machine gun pressed to his chest, "I'm too young to die! I should have stayed with Horatio at the Miami Crime Lab."
Various people ran past Hodges, all screaming for their life.
By the time Hodges had finally realized what danger he was in, it was already too late. Before he could grab his most valuable possession in the lab (a stolen pound of Greg's Blue Hawaiian, which, after seven months, Greg was still looking for) and run for his life, Catherine had already rounded the corner.
Wendy flew past Hodges as Catherine pushed her out of the way.
"Wendy!" Hodges screamed and ran over to her side, "Come on, you have to get up before it's too late."
He grasped her hand and tried to pull her up from the floor when all of a sudden Catherine jerked him back by his hair and made him look directly into her blazing eyes. Only one word escaped her lips.
"Archie."
The tone of her voice made Hodges shiver uncontrollably. In this moment Catherine reminded him of a big, bad wolf who was seconds away from attacking an innocent, cuddly bunny or worse, it reminded him of the furious shop assistant who had caught him jerking off in one of the changing rooms.
He was shaking so badly he barely managed to lift his hand and point his finger at the door to the men's restroom which he had seen Archie running through half an hour ago. It didn't come to his mind that Archie maybe wasn't in there anymore but it wouldn't be the first time that Archie had spent more than twenty minutes on the toilet.
Catherine just growled happily and let go of Hodges' hair. He fell forward onto the floor and felt how Catherine's high heels pressed into his back as she walked straight over him.
Once the clapping of her shoes had faded away, Hodges turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
"I did it. I survived hurricane Catherine."
MEN'S TOILET
"Do you really thing that hiding in here would stop me from killing you, Archie?" Catherine grinned as she stood in the middle of the men's restroom. "May I remind you that back in high school I spent more time in there then I did in class?"
She strained her ears and patiently waited for Archie, who was sitting on one of the toilets with his knees drawn up to his chest and shaking like a leaf, to make a sound.
"Come out Archie, wherever you are," Catherine cooed.
"Come on little boy. Come to dear Catherine, I have cookies"
No reaction could be heard from Archie.
"I have noodle soup?" Catherine tried again.
At the mention of his favorite food Archie could feel his mouth watering but knowing that he would never get a chance to eat noodle soup again if Catherine got her hands on him, he remained silent.
"Damn it!" Catherine cursed as she tried to think of another way to lure Archie out of his hiding place. All of a sudden her eyes lit up. She cleared her throat and switched over to her famous seduction mode.
"Phew! Is it just me or is it really hot in here? I'd better take off my shirt. Oops, I completely forgot to put on a bra today. I can only hope nobody will see me like these, half naked and all sweaty"
Catherine only had to wait two seconds before she heard a strange noise coming from behind one of bathroom stall doors.
"Gotcha!" she cheered and kicked open the door with her 200 dollar high heels.
"These babies could break through a steel door," she complimented herself on her great taste but the sight that greeted her once the dust from the splintering wood had calmed down instantly made her regret her action.
"Oh my God! Get a room!" Catherine yelled and covered her eyes as she spotted Judy and Henry who were making out in the stall.
"What the fuck? Are you insane?" Henry shouted as he desperately tried to cover his exposed body parts.
"What are you doing in here? This is the men's toilet!" Judy accusingly pointed a finger at Catherine while covering her chest with Henry's lab coat.
"I could ask you the same thing," Catherine countered, still covering her eyes.
"Great, first the cleaning woman catches us in the storage room and now Catherine in the bathroom. Next time let's just make out in the middle of the hallway. We get caught each time anyway." Henry growled and pulled Judy into the next stall to continue their little amorous adventure.
"Some people would be able to wait until after work to have sex in their apartment, but no, guess a bathroom stall is so much more comfortable than a king size bed in a four-room-apartment" Catherine mumbled before her eyes went wide as she remembered the reason she had kicked in the door.
She quickly turned around but only caught a short glimpse of Archie's lab coat disappearing through the door.
"Damn it," Catherine cursed.
Just as she got ready to punch Henry and his stupid moaning for having lost her chance to kill Archie, she spotted something yellow on the door.
"Figures that a lab rat always carries Post-it notes around with him. Geek!"
Sighing, she went over to the door and read what was written on the little yellow sheet of paper.
"Come on Willows,
Heath and Jake are awaiting you"
"Damn it, why is the price for this stupid dare night my favorite movie with my favorite actors with my favorite story line?" Catherine complained and disappointingly made her way back to her car.
"Well, I can still kill Archie later," she shrugged, turned on the engine and drove home to her daughter.
WILLOWS RESIDENCE
"Damn it, where are all my clothes?" Lindsey cursed once she had opened her closet to prepare for the party, only to find it empty.
She only had to ponder it for a few seconds before a light bulb went off in her head. Smacking her forehead for not having figured it out immediately, she left her room only to enter the one opposite hers.
If someone else had entered that room, it wouldn't have taken them long to realize it was Catherine's bedroom.
It was a mess. A dozen pairs of high heels and just as many purses were strewn all over the bed. A huge mirror that served as Catherine's new wrinkles or grey strands of hair detector was hanging on one of the walls next to a very revealing outfit from her times as exotic dancer.
Lindsey didn't pay attention, nor to those things, nor to the box full of sex toys that was peeking out from under Catherine's bed. Instead she marched straight over to Catherine's closet and, as she had suspected it, all her clothes were hanging from the hangers.
"When is mom finally going to realize that a forty year old woman should not wear the extra tight clothes of her 16 year old daughter?" Lindsey mumbled to herself and sorted through the clothes to find the shirt she had planned on wearing that evening.
Only ten minutes later Catherine's room looked like a tornado had just hit it. Clothes were thrown all over the room, but the shirt was still nowhere to be seen.
All of a sudden another light bulb went off in her head.
"Maybe I left it at Mike's place last week, or Johnny's, or Shawn's…"
Completely ignoring the fact that she had no idea as to how many boys' houses she had been to in the last couple of weeks (after all, she is Catherine's daughter and inherited her talent to wrap countless boys around her little finger) Lindsey took out her cell phone and dialed Mike's number. However, before she was able to hit the send button, she heard the front door opening.
"Great, mom really has the worst timing ever." Lindsey growled, still pissed off because only yesterday Catherine had burst into Lindsey's room to ask her if she could borrow one of her 'Team Jacob' panties.
Needless to say, Catherine hadn't been very happy when she spotted a half naked boy in her daughter's room.
"Lindsey, could you come down for a second?" Catherine yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah, just one second, mom!" Lindsey yelled back.
She considered quickly cleaning up the mess she had caused in Catherine's room, only to throw the idea away and leave the room. Why should she clean up a mess only for Catherine to cause it again tomorrow while preparing for work?
Lindsey arrived at the bottom of the stairs and could immediately tell that something was wrong. Her famous "pissed-off-aura" was surrounding Catherine.
"Oh, looks like I'm in trouble," Lindsey thought to herself.
"Listen mom, about that rumor. I'm not pregnant."
Catherine just stood there, her "pissed-off-aura" still present.
"Nor have I infected someone with crab lice… or taken drugs… or have slept with my Math teacher"
Catherine just sighed and rubbed her temples.
"It's not you, sweetheart, don't worry. There's just someone in the lab that really pissed me off today"
"Do I need to plan a funeral or are you just planning on torturing that someone?"
"Funeral; definitely funeral. Listen, maybe we should sit down. There is something I need to tell you."
Now Lindsey was worried. She had never seen her mom so nervous and knew that whatever her mom was going to tell her was bad.
Two minutes later the little Willows family was sitting in the living room, Lindsey with a can of coke, Catherine with a bottle of Vodka in her hand.
"What's wrong, mom? Has something bad happened at work today?"
Gulping down her mouthful of Vodka, which would be followed by many more during their family talk, Catherine shook her head.
"No, nothing bad happened. Actually, there are some great news I have to share with you"
"Great news? What, did you finally manage to get laid by Warrick?" Lindsey grinned.
"Lindsey! Keep your tongue in check!"
"What?" Lindsey feigned innocence.
"What makes you think that I would want anything from Warrick, let alone get laid by him? He's only a friend from work!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever you say! If it is like you say, what's up with the interracial porn movies you own?"
"Did you go through my stuff again?"
"No, you just forgot to remove one of the movies from the DVD player."
Lindsey shuddered at the reminder of the day when she turned on the DVD player to watch "Twilight", only to see a naked, black male and a busty blonde appearing on the screen.
"Well, not that it's any of your business, but I was just gathering information for one of my cases," Catherine tried to defend herself.
"You have to watch porn movies for your cases? What's next? Checking out the newest trends in the bondage scene?"
An uncomfortable silence filled the room.
"Well", Lindsey said after a couple of minutes, "let's forget about your fetishes AKA information gathering. There was something you wanted to tell me, wasn't there?"
"Yeah, right. Err, I really don't know how to say this. Listen, do you remember how you always begged me to buy you a cat? Well, good news, there's someone even more cranky that will be a part of our family in the very near future."
"Okay, not that I don't appreciate your little metaphor with the cat, but what the hell are you talking about?"
"I met someone," Catherine burst out.
"Wow, mom, that's great! Do I know him? Or is it a her? Is that why you're so nervous?"
"No, no, it's a him. Well, you might remember him from the times he made you cry because he was angry I brought you to work with me."
"Mom, no! Please, tell me I'm wrong, that it's not him we're talking about here or I swear to God, I will jump out of the window and kill myself right now!"
"Sweetie, we're in the living room. I don't know how familiar you are with our house, but I don't think that jumping out of a window on the first floor will kill you."
"With my clumsiness even opening the fridge could result in killing myself and don't change the subject!"
"Okay, honey," Catherine said and pressed her lips firmly together.
"Mom! I said 'don't change the subject', not 'stop talking'! Please, tell me it's not him. Tell me it's not Mr. Egghead!"
Catherine smirked to herself as she heard Lindsey saying the nickname she had given Ecklie when she was still a child. However, her short moment of happiness ended quickly as she remembered that Lindsey was still waiting for an answer.
"Sweetheart, I know this may come as a shock to you, but yes, it's Mr. Egg… Ecklie"
Catherine quickly tried to get rid of the horrible taste of the words that had just come out of her mouth and emptied about half of the bottle of Vodka. Lindsey just stared at her mother before bursting out laughing.
"Damn mom, you almost had me believing you for a second. You and Ecklie? Right!" she managed to say between her giggles.
"No sweetie, it's true. I fell in love with Ecklie," Catherine mumbled and pulled her lips back over her teeth in an attempt to fake a smile.
Lindsey sobered up immediately.
"Mom, come on, it's not funny anymore"
"Well, it's not supposed to be funny"
"But how? I mean, Mr. Egghead. What? When? Why?" Lindsey stuttered.
"It's a long story. Do you remember the convention in Dallas I went to with Grissom and Ecklie a few weeks ago? Well, when we arrived at the hotel, we found out that our room reservations got messed up, so that left us with only two rooms. Ecklie and Grissom immediately refused to share a room because that would have probably ended with those two killing each other. I didn't want to share a room with Grissom because he always carries disgusting bugs around with him, so that only left me with one option: sharing a room with Ecklie.
"The first few days were pretty uneventful. Going to the convention, eating and then listening to Ecklie's snores all night long.
"However, at the end of the last day we decided to go to a club to relax. Grissom and Ecklie were clearly feeling out of place but after a few drinks they began loosening up. I quickly went to the bathroom and when I came back, they weren't sitting at our table anymore. I began looking for them and that's when I spotted him, Ecklie, on the dance floor.
"I just couldn't stop staring at him. His dance moves were just so mesmerizing; the way he swayed his hips, how the sweat from the physical strain made his bald head glisten, the way his tight suit clung to his body. All of a sudden I felt really hot and the sudden urge to go over to Ecklie and dance with him, to have him take hold of my hips and grind into me, made me run outside. After I had calmed down again, I went back inside and had a couple more drinks before we finally decided to head back to our hotel.
"By the time we had entered the room and Ecklie had decided to take a quick shower before going to bed, I was beginning to feel really lightheaded from the alcohol. I sat down on the bed and waited for the dizziness to die away when Ecklie came out of the bathroom. The way he was standing there, I couldn't breathe anymore. Little water drops were running down his hairy chest and disappeared when they reached the rim of the way too short towel that hung around his hips.
"I don't know what caused my next action, the alcohol or simply the hotness of this fine specimen standing in front of the bed, but I found the nerve to do exactly what I had planned on doing the second Ecklie had entered the bedroom. I jumped him. The bones in his back were cracking under my weight when I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist.
"I woke up the next morning, still naked and exhausted from our ten minutes of amorous adventure the previous night. I could still remember the feel of his sweaty hands running all over my body. I guess you probably don't want to hear all the nasty details, so let's just say it was the most beautiful night of my entire life.
"Well, things were obviously very weird and strained for some time after we had come back from the convention but after about three weeks Ecklie took me aside and said we needed to talk. We were both really nervous when we sat down in his office and the sexual tension in the room was practically suffocating us. I couldn't think of anything to say to him. I was too busy fighting the urge to jump him again.
"After a few minutes of just staring into each other's eyes, Ecklie finally decided to admit the feelings he has for me. He loves me, Lindsey. He loves me even more than his work. Can you believe that? He kind of let it slip that he had dozens of wet dreams about me and that every dream made me look even sexier and more breathtaking in his eyes. He practically had to restrain himself from grabbing my ass every time I passed him in the lab.
"He told me how afraid he was to ask me out on a date because, just like you, he was convinced I had a crush on Warrick. He also told me how his mother was always bugging him about finally finding a woman he could share his life with, but no matter how many strip clubs he went to or how many dating announces he put online, he was never able to find a woman he desired more than me or any woman at all for that matter.
"After his romantic speech I couldn't speak. No words could express how my body reacts by simply listening to his beautiful voice or looking at his well-toned body, so I did the only thing I could think of to show him that he was the man I had dreamed of finding my entire life. I kissed him. It didn't matter how wet and sloppy his kissing was. In that moment I knew that I have never felt happier or more complete than in his arms.
"Well, that's how we got together, how I found my perfect match."
Catherine looked at Lindsey expectantly and hoped her daughter had bought her story.
"Well mom, not that I didn't enjoy this weird, or as you would say, romantic story of how you became a couple, but Ecklie? Have you lost your mind?"
"Lindsey, haven't you paid attention to what I just said? I love him!"
"Yeah, sure. Damn women and their menopause!" Lindsey mumbled under her breath, before her eyes suddenly widened in horror.
"What did you say about him becoming a part of you family in the very near future? Mom, please tell me you're joking or that I'm just having the worst nightmare of my life!" Lindsey screamed as she grabbed Catherine by her shoulders and shook her like a rag doll.
"Yes honey, I'm going to marry him. He proposed to me two days ago while we were having an incredibly romantic dinner at Mc Donald's" Catherine answered and flinched when she thought about the emotional trauma this revelation would cause her daughter.
"Oh great! Just great! Let me guess, you're going to marry him in this little chapel right around the corner with Elvis as your priest and Alice in Wonderland as your bridesmaid. Seriously, are you crazy or just that sexually frustrated that you're willing to risk a honeymoon with the most repulsive man on this entire planet?"
"There's more," Catherine mumbled as she remembered the last part of her first dare.
"Of course! What's next? You're also carrying his child AKA the spawn of Satan?"
Catherine sighed and gulped down the rest of the Vodka before she looked up at her daughter and nodded.
"Yeah, sweetie, guess Ecklie is just as potent as he looks," she grimaced.
"Please, someone kill me!" Lindsey screamed before she passed out on the sofa.
Catherine just sighed for the umpteenth time that evening as she draped a blanket over Lindsey's unconscious body and turned off the recording tape she had hidden behind one of the pillows.
"Archie, you better haven't spent your last few dollars on new computer games because I'm not going to be the one who pays for Lindsey's therapy sessions once this is all over!" she growled and looked at the engagement ring she had taken out of the glove box before she had exited her car. Just like she had expected from a guy with such a terrible taste as Archie, it obviously got extracted from a vending machine.
"Guess I have to wait for him to pay before I kill him, but I swear to God, Archie, that you will regret the day you decided to mess with Catherine Willows"
She checked once more if her daughter had survived the shock of the day before she went out to her car and drove to the lab to bring Archie the recording of what in the future would be known as the "Conversation from hell" for both Lindsey and Catherine.
AN
Remember? I want to reach over 100 reviews with this story, so don't fear the purple button and REVIEW. *puppy dog eyes*
A special thanks goes to my beta reader fox-rox1539!
About the hint at Twilight : Team Edward fans, don't kill me. I just couldn't resist mentioning Team Jacob panties, especially after I saw Taylor Lautner's reaction to them.
About Hodges part in this chapter: That part of the chapter just hit me during school. I hope you like it. Who am I kidding? Everybody loves our favourite nerd Hodges, right?
Next chapter: Sara's first dare