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
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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.”
***
