Fic: Goldilocks and the Crime Scene
Title: Goldilocks and the Crime Scene
Rating: G
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS and the Bruckster. Farscape belongs to Rockne and Jim Henson, as well as Sci-Fi. The characters also belong to them, as well as their respective actors. The original characters are mine.
Notes: a few months after Little Moya's First Kiss *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #11 at writerverse Prompt: “Revolting Rhymes: Goldilocks and the Three Bears” (poem by Roald Dahl) and Good & Bad
Gil Grissom had been told, by many a person, that there was something about his voice that was awfully mesmerizing. He hadn't ever put much stock in that, however. But, based on the locked gazes of his current audience, it seemed to be a claim that was proving true.
He never felt the need to talk to children any differently than he did adults - though, there were plenty of adults he found needed talking to as children - but, these two had somehow brought out a side to Gilbert Grissom that no one had before.
"And then," he continued the tale, feeding some Uncharted-version of fruit puree to the younger toddler, while the older one fed himself bits of pseudo-cereal that they had picked up on one of the last supply runs. "Goldilocks tried the mama bear's porridge."
He smiled as the fruity mush dribbled out of little Moya's mouth. "That's how I feel about porridge, too," Grissom told his daughter with a whisper. Making quick work of salvaging her meal onto the spoon, Grissom waited a moment and Moya opened her mouth, ready to try again.
"Sor-ee!" Little D'Argo insisted, swinging his feet as he reached for another bite of his own lunch.
"Yes, story," Grissom nodded, putting his focus back on the tale. "She didn't like Mama Bear's porridge, either, so she decided to try Baby Bear's." He made a face and put a bit more of the fruit mix onto the spoon. "After she had eaten all of baby Bear's lunch," he huffed, "Goldilocks decided she wanted to take a nap. So," he nodded, raising an eyebrow as Little D shook his head.
Little D didn't like naps. Not one bit.
"So," he continued, "she made her way to the bedroom and left all the evidence of her crime out in the open." Turning slightly, Grissom had heard footsteps and saw Crichton coming toward them.
"And, when Papa Bear," Crichton continued the tale, moving around Grissom and stealing a few of the cereal bites from his son, "got home to find all his porridge gone and someone sleeping in his bed..." He leaned over Little D and grabbed the boy's belly. "He gobbled her up!"
Little D shrieked with laughter and tried to get away, but his father was quicker and Crichton had picked the boy up and pretended to chew on his stomach. Little Moya smiled happily at the noise, fruit mush all over her face.
Grissom reached for the damp cloth and started wiping his daughter's cheeks clean. "And then Mommy was called in, to investigate the crime scene." To Crichton, more than anything, Grissom continued: "and Papa Bear got twenty years for manslaughter." Shaking his head, Grissom pursed his lips. "If he'd just waited, Goldilocks would have done time for breaking and entering, theft, and destruction of private property."
Crichton lowered Little D and gave the boy a huff. "But Papa Bear was able to get off when the evidence proved the orangutan did it."
Grissom simply smiled.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS and the Bruckster. Farscape belongs to Rockne and Jim Henson, as well as Sci-Fi. The characters also belong to them, as well as their respective actors. The original characters are mine.
Notes: a few months after Little Moya's First Kiss *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #11 at writerverse Prompt: “Revolting Rhymes: Goldilocks and the Three Bears” (poem by Roald Dahl) and Good & Bad
Gil Grissom had been told, by many a person, that there was something about his voice that was awfully mesmerizing. He hadn't ever put much stock in that, however. But, based on the locked gazes of his current audience, it seemed to be a claim that was proving true.
He never felt the need to talk to children any differently than he did adults - though, there were plenty of adults he found needed talking to as children - but, these two had somehow brought out a side to Gilbert Grissom that no one had before.
"And then," he continued the tale, feeding some Uncharted-version of fruit puree to the younger toddler, while the older one fed himself bits of pseudo-cereal that they had picked up on one of the last supply runs. "Goldilocks tried the mama bear's porridge."
He smiled as the fruity mush dribbled out of little Moya's mouth. "That's how I feel about porridge, too," Grissom told his daughter with a whisper. Making quick work of salvaging her meal onto the spoon, Grissom waited a moment and Moya opened her mouth, ready to try again.
"Sor-ee!" Little D'Argo insisted, swinging his feet as he reached for another bite of his own lunch.
"Yes, story," Grissom nodded, putting his focus back on the tale. "She didn't like Mama Bear's porridge, either, so she decided to try Baby Bear's." He made a face and put a bit more of the fruit mix onto the spoon. "After she had eaten all of baby Bear's lunch," he huffed, "Goldilocks decided she wanted to take a nap. So," he nodded, raising an eyebrow as Little D shook his head.
Little D didn't like naps. Not one bit.
"So," he continued, "she made her way to the bedroom and left all the evidence of her crime out in the open." Turning slightly, Grissom had heard footsteps and saw Crichton coming toward them.
"And, when Papa Bear," Crichton continued the tale, moving around Grissom and stealing a few of the cereal bites from his son, "got home to find all his porridge gone and someone sleeping in his bed..." He leaned over Little D and grabbed the boy's belly. "He gobbled her up!"
Little D shrieked with laughter and tried to get away, but his father was quicker and Crichton had picked the boy up and pretended to chew on his stomach. Little Moya smiled happily at the noise, fruit mush all over her face.
Grissom reached for the damp cloth and started wiping his daughter's cheeks clean. "And then Mommy was called in, to investigate the crime scene." To Crichton, more than anything, Grissom continued: "and Papa Bear got twenty years for manslaughter." Shaking his head, Grissom pursed his lips. "If he'd just waited, Goldilocks would have done time for breaking and entering, theft, and destruction of private property."
Crichton lowered Little D and gave the boy a huff. "But Papa Bear was able to get off when the evidence proved the orangutan did it."
Grissom simply smiled.