CSI/NCIS Fic: Starting Over 37/?
TITLE: Starting Over 37?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Gil/Sara, Catherine/Lady Heather, Catherine/Gibbs, Ziva/Nick, Abby/Greg
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: It's sooo close. The end. The end.
"You miss him."
Catherine blinked and looked at her daughter. "Who?"
Lindsey smiled. "Gil."
"I..." she turned her head and watched the luggage on the carousel. "What makes you think that?"
"You've been sad ever since he called to tell you he couldn't take us to the airport," Lindsey replied. "You moped the whole flight. You even had champagne and watched your favourite movie... you miss him."
"I could miss Gibbs or Tony," Catherine pointed out.
Lindsey snorted. "Then, you should be happy because we're back, right?"
"Are you always this smart?"
"I'm your daughter, aren't I?" Lindsey challenged.
Catherine smiled and hugged her daughter with one arm. "Yeah," she murmured, "you're my girl." She kissed the top of her head and then said, "Where the hell are our bags?"
"Ms. Braun?"
She turned and found herself staring at an officer for Homeland Security. She blinked twice, slowly, and then smiled, politely. "Yes?"
"Will you and your daughter come with me, please?" he asked. "We have some questions about the nature of your flight."
Catherine rolled her eyes. "What on earth... it was family business. We don't need to go to an interrogation room---" the man had gripped her arm, causing her to stop talking and to wince loudly. "Don't grab me," she growled before shoving her elbow back into his torso. She whirled around and grabbed her daughter close. "You okay?"
"Mom... he's a cop. You assaulted a cop!"
"He grabbed me," Catherine muttered.
Lindsey rolled her eyes and shook her head. As the officer's 'friends' surrounded them and took them to an interrogation room, Lindsey started to laugh despite her mother's foul mood. Catherine glared at her daughter but didn't say anything until they were seated in uncomfortable plastic chairs.
"You know assaulting a federal agent is an offense, right?"
Catherine looked at the man. "Y'know... since I am a federal agent... I might know that rule. Maybe." She sighed. "Look, how can we clear this up? I just want to go home. My ID's in my purse. I'm---"
"Special Agent Catherine Braun," Tony said as he walked into the small room. Catherine looked up at him and put two and two together---and came up with four, as an answer. "Hey, Vegas," he said, grinning. "How's it going?" He walked over to Lindsey and tugged on her ponytail. "Vegas, Junior... what's up?"
"Hey, Tony," Lindsey replied, grinning back at him. "Mom's in trouble." He looked at the man from Homeland Security. "I'll take her off your hands, Frank."
"Fine with me," the man, apparently named Frank, said.
Catherine glared at Tony. "Did Gibbs tell you to set this up?" she asked. "Or is this your idea of a funny, funny joke?"
"C'mon, Braun," Tony said, motioning towards the door. "The boss got the bat signal. It's time to head out."
"My bags---"
"Are already in my car. I'll take Lindsey home, bring your bags in... and Ziva will take you to the scene," Tony said, grinning as he opened the door for her.
"I'm going to hurt you," Catherine threatened. "You didn't have to flag me... you could have just called."
"I didn't flag you."
Catherine arched an eyebrow. "Timothy did... because you told him it would be funny." Tony's ears turned pink. "Just for that," Catherine purred, "you're not getting your present."
"Present? You bought me a present?"
"I bought everyone a present," Catherine said as she walked past him. "Something to remember Vegas by."
"And what'd you get me?"
Lindsey laughed softly. "I don't think you're going to find out, Tony."
"Oh, c'mon," Tony protested, "I didn't mean to make you angry! I thought you'd find it funny!"
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Gil/Sara, Catherine/Lady Heather, Catherine/Gibbs, Ziva/Nick, Abby/Greg
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: It's sooo close. The end. The end.
"You miss him."
Catherine blinked and looked at her daughter. "Who?"
Lindsey smiled. "Gil."
"I..." she turned her head and watched the luggage on the carousel. "What makes you think that?"
"You've been sad ever since he called to tell you he couldn't take us to the airport," Lindsey replied. "You moped the whole flight. You even had champagne and watched your favourite movie... you miss him."
"I could miss Gibbs or Tony," Catherine pointed out.
Lindsey snorted. "Then, you should be happy because we're back, right?"
"Are you always this smart?"
"I'm your daughter, aren't I?" Lindsey challenged.
Catherine smiled and hugged her daughter with one arm. "Yeah," she murmured, "you're my girl." She kissed the top of her head and then said, "Where the hell are our bags?"
"Ms. Braun?"
She turned and found herself staring at an officer for Homeland Security. She blinked twice, slowly, and then smiled, politely. "Yes?"
"Will you and your daughter come with me, please?" he asked. "We have some questions about the nature of your flight."
Catherine rolled her eyes. "What on earth... it was family business. We don't need to go to an interrogation room---" the man had gripped her arm, causing her to stop talking and to wince loudly. "Don't grab me," she growled before shoving her elbow back into his torso. She whirled around and grabbed her daughter close. "You okay?"
"Mom... he's a cop. You assaulted a cop!"
"He grabbed me," Catherine muttered.
Lindsey rolled her eyes and shook her head. As the officer's 'friends' surrounded them and took them to an interrogation room, Lindsey started to laugh despite her mother's foul mood. Catherine glared at her daughter but didn't say anything until they were seated in uncomfortable plastic chairs.
"You know assaulting a federal agent is an offense, right?"
Catherine looked at the man. "Y'know... since I am a federal agent... I might know that rule. Maybe." She sighed. "Look, how can we clear this up? I just want to go home. My ID's in my purse. I'm---"
"Special Agent Catherine Braun," Tony said as he walked into the small room. Catherine looked up at him and put two and two together---and came up with four, as an answer. "Hey, Vegas," he said, grinning. "How's it going?" He walked over to Lindsey and tugged on her ponytail. "Vegas, Junior... what's up?"
"Hey, Tony," Lindsey replied, grinning back at him. "Mom's in trouble." He looked at the man from Homeland Security. "I'll take her off your hands, Frank."
"Fine with me," the man, apparently named Frank, said.
Catherine glared at Tony. "Did Gibbs tell you to set this up?" she asked. "Or is this your idea of a funny, funny joke?"
"C'mon, Braun," Tony said, motioning towards the door. "The boss got the bat signal. It's time to head out."
"My bags---"
"Are already in my car. I'll take Lindsey home, bring your bags in... and Ziva will take you to the scene," Tony said, grinning as he opened the door for her.
"I'm going to hurt you," Catherine threatened. "You didn't have to flag me... you could have just called."
"I didn't flag you."
Catherine arched an eyebrow. "Timothy did... because you told him it would be funny." Tony's ears turned pink. "Just for that," Catherine purred, "you're not getting your present."
"Present? You bought me a present?"
"I bought everyone a present," Catherine said as she walked past him. "Something to remember Vegas by."
"And what'd you get me?"
Lindsey laughed softly. "I don't think you're going to find out, Tony."
"Oh, c'mon," Tony protested, "I didn't mean to make you angry! I thought you'd find it funny!"