The best present of all
Title The best present of all
Author Rory
'Verse CSI:NY
Claim/Characters/Pairing (whatever applies) CSI:NY general
Rating PG
Warnings (inc. Spoilers) none
Disclaimer I only own Grace
Summary Christmas as the Messer house
Table/Prompt size matters/ficlet
Lindsay smelled freshly baking cookies as soon as she opened the door to Danny’s mother’s house. She smiled to herself, pausing just inside the door and watching her daughter dance around the kitchen. The little girl look up, her face brightening when she saw her mother.
Lindsay scooped her up into her arms, kissing her cheeks as Grace squealed.
Maria Messer followed her granddaughter into the entryway, smiling warmly at Lindsay. “You’re off early today.”
Lindsay nodded. “I wanted to get some Christmas shopping done.”
“Do you need me to watch Grace while you’re out?” Maria asked.
“I want to take her with me,” Lindsay murmured as her daughter snuggled in her arms.
“We made cookies,” Grace said excitedly, looking back towards the kitchen.
“You did?” Lindsay asked, putting Grace down and letting her scamper off. “Should we have one before we go?” Lindsay continued as she followed her.
Grace nodded eagerly. “Can we take some home for Daddy?”
Lindsay smiled. “I think Daddy will love them.”
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“What do you think Daddy wants for Christmas?” Lindsay asked once Grace was strapped into her car seat and they were on their way.
“A puppy?” Grace suggested.
Lindsay laughed. “Are you sure that’s not what you want?”
Grace shrugged. “Maybe we should get him a new motorcycle.”
“Your daddy would love that, but I think it’s a little out of our price range. I was thinking maybe we should get him some Yankees stuff.”
Grace nodded enthusiastically. “Daddy will love that.”
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Lindsay browsed the racks in the store with Grace in her arms. “You know, your daddy wanted to name you Jaba.”
Grace wrinkled her nose, the perfect imitation of her mother. “That’s a boy name.”
Lindsay laughed. “That’s what I told him.” She pulled one of the jerseys off of the rack. “What about this?” she asked.
Grace studied the shirt. “That’s Derek Jeter’s number,” she said matter of factly. “Daddy will like that.”
Lindsay started to make her way through the store, setting Grace down and holding onto her hand.
“What’s this?” Grace asked, stopping and pointing at one of the shelves.
Lindsay paused. “That’s the old Yankee Stadium,” she said, picking up the replica so Grace could look at it.
“Did Daddy take you there?”
Lindsay nodded. “He did. He insisted I had to see it.”
“Can we give Daddy that, too?”
Lindsay smiled. “Sure.”
The pair made their way to the checkout.
“Look Mama,” Grace said, picking up a tiny toy motorcycle. “It says Yankees on it.”
Lindsay took the toy out of her daughter’s hands and added it to their purchases on the counter. “We’ll give Daddy that one especially from you.”
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Danny sat on the floor in his living room, opened presents and wrapping paper strewn around him. Grace was bouncing around in front of him, playing with her toys and clutching the toy puppy he and Lindsay had given her.
Lindsay picked up one of the packages left under the tree and handed it to Danny. Grace stopped what she was doing, settling into Danny’s lap and watching as he opened the package slowly.
Lindsay sat across from them on the floor, wrapped up in the flannel pajamas she brought home every year from Montana for Christmas. She smiled sweetly at him, watching as eagerly as their daughter was.
Danny smiled too when he opened the box and saw the jersey inside. “I love it,” he said with a grin, hugging Grace to his chest and leaning forward to kiss Lindsay softly.
He opened the replica of Yankee Stadium next, sharing a private smile with Lindsay and thinking about the times they’d spent there together.
Grace climbed under the tree to retrieve his last present.
“Gracie picked this one out all by herself,” Lindsay said as Grace smiled shyly.
Danny ripped into the paper and pulled out the toy motorcycle. He chuckled warmly, pulling Grace back into his lap and kissing the top of her head. “Definitely my favorite present,” he said, running it along the floor.
“Maybe next year Santa will bring me a real puppy,” Grace said, “and he can bring you a real motorcycle, Daddy.”
He laughed. “Maybe sweetheart.”
“If we’re really good,” Grace added.
He kissed the top of her head as she moved towards her toys. “You’re always really good baby.”
Author Rory
'Verse CSI:NY
Claim/Characters/Pairing (whatever applies) CSI:NY general
Rating PG
Warnings (inc. Spoilers) none
Disclaimer I only own Grace
Summary Christmas as the Messer house
Table/Prompt size matters/ficlet
Lindsay smelled freshly baking cookies as soon as she opened the door to Danny’s mother’s house. She smiled to herself, pausing just inside the door and watching her daughter dance around the kitchen. The little girl look up, her face brightening when she saw her mother.
Lindsay scooped her up into her arms, kissing her cheeks as Grace squealed.
Maria Messer followed her granddaughter into the entryway, smiling warmly at Lindsay. “You’re off early today.”
Lindsay nodded. “I wanted to get some Christmas shopping done.”
“Do you need me to watch Grace while you’re out?” Maria asked.
“I want to take her with me,” Lindsay murmured as her daughter snuggled in her arms.
“We made cookies,” Grace said excitedly, looking back towards the kitchen.
“You did?” Lindsay asked, putting Grace down and letting her scamper off. “Should we have one before we go?” Lindsay continued as she followed her.
Grace nodded eagerly. “Can we take some home for Daddy?”
Lindsay smiled. “I think Daddy will love them.”
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“What do you think Daddy wants for Christmas?” Lindsay asked once Grace was strapped into her car seat and they were on their way.
“A puppy?” Grace suggested.
Lindsay laughed. “Are you sure that’s not what you want?”
Grace shrugged. “Maybe we should get him a new motorcycle.”
“Your daddy would love that, but I think it’s a little out of our price range. I was thinking maybe we should get him some Yankees stuff.”
Grace nodded enthusiastically. “Daddy will love that.”
888888888
Lindsay browsed the racks in the store with Grace in her arms. “You know, your daddy wanted to name you Jaba.”
Grace wrinkled her nose, the perfect imitation of her mother. “That’s a boy name.”
Lindsay laughed. “That’s what I told him.” She pulled one of the jerseys off of the rack. “What about this?” she asked.
Grace studied the shirt. “That’s Derek Jeter’s number,” she said matter of factly. “Daddy will like that.”
Lindsay started to make her way through the store, setting Grace down and holding onto her hand.
“What’s this?” Grace asked, stopping and pointing at one of the shelves.
Lindsay paused. “That’s the old Yankee Stadium,” she said, picking up the replica so Grace could look at it.
“Did Daddy take you there?”
Lindsay nodded. “He did. He insisted I had to see it.”
“Can we give Daddy that, too?”
Lindsay smiled. “Sure.”
The pair made their way to the checkout.
“Look Mama,” Grace said, picking up a tiny toy motorcycle. “It says Yankees on it.”
Lindsay took the toy out of her daughter’s hands and added it to their purchases on the counter. “We’ll give Daddy that one especially from you.”
88888888
Danny sat on the floor in his living room, opened presents and wrapping paper strewn around him. Grace was bouncing around in front of him, playing with her toys and clutching the toy puppy he and Lindsay had given her.
Lindsay picked up one of the packages left under the tree and handed it to Danny. Grace stopped what she was doing, settling into Danny’s lap and watching as he opened the package slowly.
Lindsay sat across from them on the floor, wrapped up in the flannel pajamas she brought home every year from Montana for Christmas. She smiled sweetly at him, watching as eagerly as their daughter was.
Danny smiled too when he opened the box and saw the jersey inside. “I love it,” he said with a grin, hugging Grace to his chest and leaning forward to kiss Lindsay softly.
He opened the replica of Yankee Stadium next, sharing a private smile with Lindsay and thinking about the times they’d spent there together.
Grace climbed under the tree to retrieve his last present.
“Gracie picked this one out all by herself,” Lindsay said as Grace smiled shyly.
Danny ripped into the paper and pulled out the toy motorcycle. He chuckled warmly, pulling Grace back into his lap and kissing the top of her head. “Definitely my favorite present,” he said, running it along the floor.
“Maybe next year Santa will bring me a real puppy,” Grace said, “and he can bring you a real motorcycle, Daddy.”
He laughed. “Maybe sweetheart.”
“If we’re really good,” Grace added.
He kissed the top of her head as she moved towards her toys. “You’re always really good baby.”