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Title: Puppy Maintenance
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: CSI
Category: Humor, Romance
Pairing: Cath/Gil
Rating: Age Friendly
Summary: She is not going to be responsible for cleaning the mess up.
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them.
Author’s notes: For [info]natushka who asked for G/C and a puppy.
Date: 17/04/06
Copyright to Venom, 2006


Lindsey squeals as he walks up the driveway with a bundle of soft gold fur in his arms. Her childish perception is in full force whenever ‘Uncle’ Gil brings by something that she wants. Which he does just a little too often. He isn’t like some of the men that Catherine has introduced to her daughter, he doesn’t try to buy her love or affection. But he does spoil the hell out of her.

Today, apparently, is no exception.

Catherine isn’t one hundred per cent certain of what the object is at first, but as soon as it starts squirming in response to her daughter’s noise, she is sure of three things:

1 – She is going to kill Gil Grissom.

2 – He is quite possibly the sweetest man she’d ever met.

3 – She is not going to be responsible for cleaning the mess up.

“What’s this?”

He looks sheepish as he holds the bundle towards the bouncing Lindsey. “A puppy.”

“And you brought it here because. . . ?”

Sheepish turns to scared and Catherine knows that the butterfly’s that he loves so much are now doing a dance in his stomach. “Lindsey wanted a puppy.”

“And you didn’t ask me because. . .?”

The butterfly’s are probably staging a mutiny against his lunch by now. “Have I mentioned that I love you?”

“That wont work with me.”

“Mommy, look! He’s so cute!” Her daughter’s eyes are wide and alight with happiness. Her young cheeks glow in a way that most women envy all of their adult life and Lindsey giggles when the puppy licks her hand.

Catherine sighs. “That will.”

The afternoon breeze is starting to cool down somewhat and Catherine ushers them all inside – despite a desire to keep the puppy out, even she can’t resist the big, pleading, brown eyes – and the puppy sniffs around her feet while she hangs Gil’s coat up.

“You know how big Labrador’s get, right?”

“I know.”

“I’m not cleaning up any mess.”

“I know.”

“And you should have asked me.”

“I know.”

“But she really is happy about it.”

“I know.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“No. . . But it seemed like the safest bet.”

“You also realize that since Lindsey’s too young to properly care for a puppy, you will have to do most of the work.”

“I’m OK with that.”

“It’ll be a lot of work.”

“Not a problem.”

“You may have to move in here. . . just to take care of the puppy, of course.”

He grins. “Of course.”

“Puppy maintenance will start immediately.”

“I can pack quickly.”

Catherine grins back at him. “I love you too, by the way.”

They stare stupidly at each other until Lindsey’s voice breaks their connection. “Uncle Gil?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He bends down to kneel at her eye level and Catherine is, once again, struck by how lucky she is to be with him.

“Can we get a cat too?”

He looks to Catherine for some kind of guidance – once bitten, twice shy and all that – and all he receives is a glare and a response through gritted teeth. "Don't make me spork you!"

Gil’s not really sure what a ‘spork’ is, but he is sure that he doesn’t want to find out. “Ask your mother, honey.”