Disclaimer: I do not not own CSI or Nick or Greg or Warrick, blah blah blah. I do own Annie and Andy.
A/N: Okay this is before Gracie is even born, when Nick and Greg are interviewing as prospective adoptive parents.
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"Are you sure this is legit, Nick? I mean we could get caught in one of those baby ring things that I've seen on Dateline?"
"G, It's legit. I talked to the Carson's lawyer and had my lawyer check them out as well, it's all well and legal for whichever couple they choose."
"Yeah, okay, cool." Greg nervously mumbled, as he tugged on his Marilyn Manson t-shirt and tried to smooth out the wrinkles. Man, he wished he could have changed before the meeting, he didn't know how well Manson would work out when trying to come off as a mature adult. Especially considering how important this meeting was to both him and Nick.
As Nick rang the doorbell, another couple came up the walk. The woman had a pinched face and her brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. The man had a similar pinched look and blond hair gelled back and away from his face. They were both wearing ironed out khakis and off-white colored button up shirts, although the woman's had a simple rose design on the neck.
They both turned their heads at the same time in some weird horror movie manner and Greg almost jumped behind Nick in case pea-soup came pouring from their mouths.
Their brown eyes roamed over both Nick and Greg, sizing them up. They scowled in obvious distaste when Nick placed his arm around Greg's waist at their scrutiny and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to the blonde's temple.
The door opened then and a young boy of about ten or so looked between the four people. He took a deep breathe and Greg covered his ears, knowing what was coming.
"MOM! DOOR!"
Nick and the couple winced at the scream from the youngster, Greg silently chuckled.
The boy looked at Greg's smile and smiled himself, the youngster gave him a once over and noticed his watch, his little eyes bugged out considerably.
"You have a Ninja Turtles watch?!"
Greg looked at his watch in surprise and smiled again, "Yup, took me about 15 boxes of Frosty O's to find it too."
"Lucky, my mom won't even let me eat that cereal. Too much sugar."
"That's the pits man," Greg's smile saddened a bit at the boy's down-trodden face, but quickly returned when an idea struck him, "hey kid, if you can name all of the Ninja Turtles I'll let you have it."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Okay. There's Donatello, Michael Angelo, Leonardo and Raphael!"
"Bingo kiddo." Greg smiled and unhooked his watch, he bent down on one knee and placed it on the boy's wrist. Big green eyes looked at the watch then shot to Greg's own brown gaze, "It has Raphael on it! He's the best!"
"I know!" Greg happily replied, standing back up.
"Andrew! What did I say about yelling?" A blonde woman yelled at the small boy as she approached.
The small boy grumbled something about never to do it and quickly left his mother to deal with the other grown-ups.
Hypocrite, Greg thought.
"Hello. You must be the Pinkletons'. I'm Evelyn Carson," she smiled at the cloned couple and glanced over at Nick and Greg, "and you are?"
"I'm Nick Stokes an--"
"Oh yes," she smiled tightly and pressed on, "where's your wif--"
"And this is Greg, my husband." He placed a hand on Greg's back and squared his shoulders.
The woman as taken aback, but recovered quickly, "Well, alright then, why doesn't everyone come inside and we can begin."
The sheep, err, Pinkletons'--Greg snickered-- pushed their way in front of him and Nick, closely following behind Mrs. Carson as she lead them into the living room.
A large white couch dominated the living room and could have probably fit ten people but miraculously only three were able to fit on it today. Leaving Nick and Greg to sit in a couple of matching white wing back chairs that didn't look nearly as cushy as the couch.
"So we've had about five other couples come to us already and I must say none of them seemed very...well-heeled. Can you tell me, Mr. and Mrs. Pinkleton, what you do for a living and how well you'd be able to provide for the...child, if we were to choose you as it's adoptive parents?"
"Please call us Ted and Barbara," Ted stated with as much of a smile as his pinched face would allow, "Well I work for Baker & Cones Bank, as does my wife. Barbara is the head teller, while I manage and regulate home loans to people who qualify. We are not lacking in the way of monetary needs and would be able to provide very well for a child."
"Splendid! And you, Mr. Stokes'?" Evelyn looked at Greg's shirt, "Are you a bartender or possibly a roadie?"
"I wish I was a roadie, how cool would that be," Nick cleared his throat and Greg came back with, "I'm actually a Scientist. I work Trace for the local Las Vegas Crime Lab. Nick here is a CSI Level three, might I add, and a damn-- ugh, darn good one at that."
"How--"
"Cool! So, you guys are kind of like modern day super-heroes?" Came a young feminine voice, cutting off Mrs. Carson's question.
The girl was no more than sixteen or seventeen and very obviously pregnant, about five months or so exactly. She had straight black hair that fell to her shoulders and hazel eyes. The young girl was wearing baggy sweatpants and a 'Wreckers' t-shirt, she also had what appeared to be a baloney, ham, pickle, and chocolate ice cream sandwich in her hand. She came hobbling into the living room and Nick swiftly got up, offering her his seat and he moved to stand behind Greg's chair.
"Annie, I thought I asked you to stay upstairs when guests were here?"
Annie rolled her eyes, "Cool it mom, I was hungry, besides it's not like I have the plague. I'm pregnant. Besides, it's my baby, so shouldn't I get a say in who is suitable enough to adopt her."
Greg hid his laughter behind his hand and Nick asked, "So it's a girl?"
"Well I get to find out at my next check-up, but I'm pretty sure it's a girl."
"What makes you think that?" Asked sheep number one aka Barbara.
"She's about as temperamental as a girl with how much she moves around in there, so I just figured..." Annie stated matter-of-factly and took a giant bite of her gross sandwich. Ted and Barbara scrunched up their noses as Annie gobbled down the concoction she had made, Mrs. Carson sighed, and Nick and Greg smirked.
"So you like Manson too? Mom and Dad hate him, says a man shouldn't dress like that or sing such music. It's not 'respectable'." She rolled her eyes again and licked the ice cream dribbling off her fingers.
"Yeah, I love him. I listen to about every type of music under the sun. Plain Jane, ugh, or Nick" -- he nodded towards his husband-- "he prefers country."
"Awesome, you like The Wreckers?" She asked and pointed down to her shirt.
"I've heard some of their stuff, they're pretty good, I prefer Bob Neuwirth, Toby Keith, Garth Brooks, and Brad Paisley."
"Their music or their butts?" Annie smirked and Greg burst out laughing when Nick's face turned red.
The two high-fived each other and the three on the couch glowered.
"Annie, how about you introduce yourself to the Pinkletons?"
"Seriously, that's your last name?"
"Annie, manners. Ted and Barbara seem to be a very nice couple and if you insist on staying down here then I think you should address any questions you have to all parties. Understood?"
"Fine, so Teddy, Barbarella, what do you do for fun?"
Sheep numbers one and two narrowed their eyes at the girl, "We enjoy bike riding in the mountains and our book club on Saturdays. Barbara volunteers at the Library from time to time and I occasionally take in a round of Golf."
Annie's mother beamed at the couple.
"That sounds...boring, with a capital 'Z'. What about you two?"
"Well aside from Crime fighting, Nick and I like to hang out at home and snuggle up watching old movies, goofing around in the morning with our friends over breakfast, sometimes if we're really bored we'll hit up a club or go out on the town. Really though I just like to be with Nick, it doesn't matter what we're doing, as long as I'm with Nick, I have a good time."
Greg's face turned red and Nick leaned down, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, "Ditto for me too, G."
"Aw, I think you just gave me a cavity." Annie smiled.
"Good," Greg said and stuck his tongue out at her.
"Honestly, how do you expect to even raise a child if you yourself are a child?" asked Evelyn.
"Precisely, not to mention their immoral living arrangements." Added in Ted.
Nick's jaw clenched, Greg's face drooped, and Annie just looked at the three on the couch and smiled sweetly, "Well that settles it then doesn't it? The search is over."
The three 'adults' on the couch looked at her quizzically, "Honey, does that mean you want The Pinkle--"
Annie laughed, "Hell no, I want this baby to have a good and happy life, full of fun, the childhood I never had with you. So, I want Nick and Greg to be her parents, they're it, they're what I've been waiting for and if you don't approve...well it's not your choice, now is it?"
Annie's mother blanched at her daughter's tone and outlandish statement, "Considering you are still a child it is more my choice than it is yours, sweetheart."
"I'm no longer a child mother considering my current condition, wouldn't you agree?"
"Obviously," Evelyn turned her cold eyes on Annie, "you're a whore."
This time it was Annie's turn to be surprised, but she quickly regained her ground, trying hard not to cry at her mother's harsh words, "I only ever slept with one man and at least I loved him, rest his soul, can you even say that about dad?"
"Enough." Said Mrs. Carson, "Enough, we apparently have some things we need to take care of, we'll call you with our decision, thank you for coming."
"There is no decision to be made I already chose. I want Nick and Greg to be the parents of my baby. It's them or no one and you become the laughing stock of the country club with an illegitimate grand-daughter and a whore for a daughter. I'll even go so far as to say I'm not sure who the father is if you even dare think about giving my baby to some uppity couple like the Pinkleturds."
Mrs. Carson actually growled and Greg, who had stood to leave, quickly moved behind Nick for protection.
"Please mother, let this baby have a life full of love and fun. Not the controlled life she'll have with the Penciltarpes. Let this baby live and for that matter, please let Andy as well, he's only ten for fucks sake. He should be getting dirty and making little girls cry when he puts lizards down their dresses, not sitting quietly like some trained poodle not even allowed to piss without permission." Annie pleaded, her eyes misting over slightly with unshed tears. Greg moved from behind Nick and gently placed a hand on her back rubbing soothingly, Nick took a tissue out of a nearby box and handed it to the hormonal teen.
Evelyn Carson's face softened and for a moment it looked as if she would cry as well, before she threw her shoulders back and plastered on a smile for the Pinkleton's, "Well, I guess that's that then, I'm sorry you came all the way out here for nothing." She shook their hands and saw them outside, before returning to her daughter and the two men who would be adopting her daughter's baby.
She turned to Nick, no sign of emotion on her face, "I'll have my Lawyer contact you about the details of the adoption. It was very nice to meet you and your...husband."
Nick gave her their contact details and she shook their hands as well before motioning towards the door. Greg and Nick hugged Annie and said goodbye, thanking her repeatedly for giving them a family.
When they got back into Nick's Tahoe, Nick leaned over the center console and kissed Greg hard, leaving them both breathless when they pulled apart.
"We're gonna be parents, we're gonna be fathers."
"Yeah," Greg mumbled, "Wow, I'm gonna be a dad, me, a dad."
"Yeah," Nick laughed, "Yeah, you're gonna be a great dad."
He kissed Greg again and smiled at the goofy look he left in his wake.
"So are you Nick. Hey does this mean I can call you my D.I.L.F.?"
"You're what?"
"My D.I.L.F. You know, Dad-I'd-like to-Fuck--mph."
Nick cut him off with another kiss, "Only if I can take you two-stepping, western wear and all."
Greg thought about it for a moment before smiling, "Sure thing, Cowboy."
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A/N: Thought the D.I.L.F. thing would be funny, but then again most things I think are funny no one else does so, eh, who cares.
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