Simple Solutions Anonymous - Verve Challenge
Title: Simple Solutions Anonymous
Author: Sev
Fandom: CSI: LV, Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/character: David Hodges, Dr. Parrish [feat: Bobby Dawson]
Rating: PG13 (FRT)
Prompt: Six Blessings and a Curse - #4
Warnings: AU, Crossover, Broken Family, Two OFCs, kidfic
Notes: Second in the Long Road Ahead series.
May your days be many and your troubles few.
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There was only so much a person could do when they were out of options and backed into a corner. Currently David was one of those people and he thought it was grossly understated.
"I want you to know that I am not pleased about this." Big green eyes stared at him over the edge of the table in the break room as he stirred his coffee. "Three days; that's how long this one lasted. Want to explain that because I'm a little unclear as to why the only decent babysitter I could find on such short notice suddenly decides that she can't possibly keep you anymore."
The eyes disappeared beneath the table for a moment then peeked back over the edge a little further down. Chubby little fingers curled against the plastic coated wood. David cut his eyes towards the movement. "Oh no, you don't get out of it that easily, child."
A little exhale of breath pushed at some discarded napkins. "She smelled funny."
"If you are going to use something as ambiguous as 'she smelled funny' then I expect a bit more effort."
"Daddy?"
"Ambiguous - lacking clearness or definiteness; obscure; indistinct." A voice called from the doorway. "Meaning you have to do better than that if Daddy is go'na believe you, shortround."
"Yes, thank you Bobby." David sighed over the rim of his mug. "Now shoo. This is a private conversation between the midget and me."
Bobby grinned lopsidedly and moved into the room, stopping short of the table to crouch down and open his arms. The little figure that had been hiding streaked out and pressed firmly against his chest.
"Unca Bobby!" Bionca squealed and wrapped her arms around the Texan's neck. "Tell Daddy it's cause she smelled like you, kay?"
The two adults exchanged wide-eye glances. "Hold up shortround, whadya mean she smelled like me? She wearin' aftershave?"
Brown curls tickled Bobby's neck and cheek as the little girl shook her head. "Smells like you do now. It's funny; tickles my nose."
Bobby scooped Bionca up and held her close to his chest while frowning at David. He didn't like the sound of that description especially since Bobby knew he smelled like gun oil and residue. If Bee's babysitter smelled like him then that meant the girl - and he surely hoped it was a girl - had been handling weapons; weapons that Bionca didn't need to be around.
"Ah, yes. The every present odor of potassium nitrate, charcoal and sulfuric talc." David, for his part, seemed to loose some tension from his posture and sag in relief. He smiled at Bobby and moved around the table, placing his cup on the surface as he moved, and pressed his hand gently against his daughter's back. "Sharon works at the range part time."
"Oh...well I guess that's alright then." Bobby still wasn't happen about it but if David wasn't worried then he'd just keep his own worries to himself. "Alright shortround," Bobby announced and handed Bionca towards her dad, "time for me to get back to work, which is somewhere your Daddy ought to be gettin' to at some point."
David took Bionca easily and shifted her to rest on his hip. "There's nothing in Trace but backlog from Mid-shift and I'm not going to waste my time on it at the start of my shift. Besides," David moved back to the table to take up his abandoned coffee, "Jonathan will be here soon."
"This that Parrish fellow you were tellin' me about the other night?" Bobby thought that's what the guy's name was. It was a funny enough name to be memorable.
"Hmm? Yes. Jon's coming in straight from the airport and will be staying at my place for the week." Bionca snuggled into her Daddy's neck making David smile fondly down her. "He offered to watch the midget when I’m at work."
Bobby nodded and left the pair in the break room while he wondered back to the ballistics lab. He wanted to stick around and talk a little more, maybe get some more information about this Jon but, unlike David, Bobby had three casings and one smashed bullet to get on.
Bianca looped her little arms around her daddy’s neck and laid her head against his shoulder with a sigh. David gently tipped his head to rest against Bianca’s and gave her a little squeeze. He knew she didn’t mean to be a problem, didn’t actively want to cause him problems; being sent away from home to live with him hadn’t been easy on her even if Bianca was trying her best to pretend that nothing was the matter. He knew his little girl and she was hurting. She just wanted her daddy to make it all better.
David turned his head and nuzzled at his baby’s cheek, smiling when she tucked her face further into his neck and giggled. “Alright midget, you win.” He waited until she pulled her face back just enough so they were staring at each other. “I’ll call out for tomorrow and you can have me all to yourself, but you have to work with me here. Daddy has to work.”
“But I dun want you to.” Bianca said with only the barest hint of a sniffle. “I want you home wiff me, daddy. Pease?”
More than anything he wanted that as well but there were obligations he had to fulfill first. He could easily support them if he quit tomorrow, at least for a little while. It wouldn’t be any kind of imposition to withdraw into home life either. He didn’t have much of a personal life and his professional career wouldn’t take to big a hit since David was sure everyone would understand…just as soon as he explained to Grissom, and subsequently everyone else that wasn’t Bobby, that he had a little girl to take care of now.
‘Yeah’, he thought, I can turn in my notice after shift and spend the next few months getting to know my daughter again.’ David bent his head to kiss Bianca’s shoulder and moved to sit down on the battered couch in the corner.
“Tomorrow.” He promised. “Tomorrow I’m all yours baby.” He was sure Jonathan would understand.
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Author: Sev
Fandom: CSI: LV, Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/character: David Hodges, Dr. Parrish [feat: Bobby Dawson]
Rating: PG13 (FRT)
Prompt: Six Blessings and a Curse - #4
Warnings: AU, Crossover, Broken Family, Two OFCs, kidfic
Notes: Second in the Long Road Ahead series.
May your days be many and your troubles few.
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There was only so much a person could do when they were out of options and backed into a corner. Currently David was one of those people and he thought it was grossly understated.
"I want you to know that I am not pleased about this." Big green eyes stared at him over the edge of the table in the break room as he stirred his coffee. "Three days; that's how long this one lasted. Want to explain that because I'm a little unclear as to why the only decent babysitter I could find on such short notice suddenly decides that she can't possibly keep you anymore."
The eyes disappeared beneath the table for a moment then peeked back over the edge a little further down. Chubby little fingers curled against the plastic coated wood. David cut his eyes towards the movement. "Oh no, you don't get out of it that easily, child."
A little exhale of breath pushed at some discarded napkins. "She smelled funny."
"If you are going to use something as ambiguous as 'she smelled funny' then I expect a bit more effort."
"Daddy?"
"Ambiguous - lacking clearness or definiteness; obscure; indistinct." A voice called from the doorway. "Meaning you have to do better than that if Daddy is go'na believe you, shortround."
"Yes, thank you Bobby." David sighed over the rim of his mug. "Now shoo. This is a private conversation between the midget and me."
Bobby grinned lopsidedly and moved into the room, stopping short of the table to crouch down and open his arms. The little figure that had been hiding streaked out and pressed firmly against his chest.
"Unca Bobby!" Bionca squealed and wrapped her arms around the Texan's neck. "Tell Daddy it's cause she smelled like you, kay?"
The two adults exchanged wide-eye glances. "Hold up shortround, whadya mean she smelled like me? She wearin' aftershave?"
Brown curls tickled Bobby's neck and cheek as the little girl shook her head. "Smells like you do now. It's funny; tickles my nose."
Bobby scooped Bionca up and held her close to his chest while frowning at David. He didn't like the sound of that description especially since Bobby knew he smelled like gun oil and residue. If Bee's babysitter smelled like him then that meant the girl - and he surely hoped it was a girl - had been handling weapons; weapons that Bionca didn't need to be around.
"Ah, yes. The every present odor of potassium nitrate, charcoal and sulfuric talc." David, for his part, seemed to loose some tension from his posture and sag in relief. He smiled at Bobby and moved around the table, placing his cup on the surface as he moved, and pressed his hand gently against his daughter's back. "Sharon works at the range part time."
"Oh...well I guess that's alright then." Bobby still wasn't happen about it but if David wasn't worried then he'd just keep his own worries to himself. "Alright shortround," Bobby announced and handed Bionca towards her dad, "time for me to get back to work, which is somewhere your Daddy ought to be gettin' to at some point."
David took Bionca easily and shifted her to rest on his hip. "There's nothing in Trace but backlog from Mid-shift and I'm not going to waste my time on it at the start of my shift. Besides," David moved back to the table to take up his abandoned coffee, "Jonathan will be here soon."
"This that Parrish fellow you were tellin' me about the other night?" Bobby thought that's what the guy's name was. It was a funny enough name to be memorable.
"Hmm? Yes. Jon's coming in straight from the airport and will be staying at my place for the week." Bionca snuggled into her Daddy's neck making David smile fondly down her. "He offered to watch the midget when I’m at work."
Bobby nodded and left the pair in the break room while he wondered back to the ballistics lab. He wanted to stick around and talk a little more, maybe get some more information about this Jon but, unlike David, Bobby had three casings and one smashed bullet to get on.
Bianca looped her little arms around her daddy’s neck and laid her head against his shoulder with a sigh. David gently tipped his head to rest against Bianca’s and gave her a little squeeze. He knew she didn’t mean to be a problem, didn’t actively want to cause him problems; being sent away from home to live with him hadn’t been easy on her even if Bianca was trying her best to pretend that nothing was the matter. He knew his little girl and she was hurting. She just wanted her daddy to make it all better.
David turned his head and nuzzled at his baby’s cheek, smiling when she tucked her face further into his neck and giggled. “Alright midget, you win.” He waited until she pulled her face back just enough so they were staring at each other. “I’ll call out for tomorrow and you can have me all to yourself, but you have to work with me here. Daddy has to work.”
“But I dun want you to.” Bianca said with only the barest hint of a sniffle. “I want you home wiff me, daddy. Pease?”
More than anything he wanted that as well but there were obligations he had to fulfill first. He could easily support them if he quit tomorrow, at least for a little while. It wouldn’t be any kind of imposition to withdraw into home life either. He didn’t have much of a personal life and his professional career wouldn’t take to big a hit since David was sure everyone would understand…just as soon as he explained to Grissom, and subsequently everyone else that wasn’t Bobby, that he had a little girl to take care of now.
‘Yeah’, he thought, I can turn in my notice after shift and spend the next few months getting to know my daughter again.’ David bent his head to kiss Bianca’s shoulder and moved to sit down on the battered couch in the corner.
“Tomorrow.” He promised. “Tomorrow I’m all yours baby.” He was sure Jonathan would understand.
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