Title: Animated Conversation
Summary: Warrick, Nick and Greg babysit Lyndsey one slow night at the lab
Disclaimers: Not mine, darn it.
"I wonder if the Little Mermaid is going to tell Prince Eric she has
crabs!" Greg whispered this softly, trying not to disturb a sleeping
Lyndsey, as he looked at his friends in amusement. They were sitting in
the lounge on an excruciatingly slow night. Eddie - the bastard - had
failed to pick his daughter up before Catherine's shift had started, and so
the little girl had come to work with her mother, armed with her favorite
blanket and several Walt Disney movies.
Warrick and Nick had spent an hour teaching her to play a half-assed
version of poker before Lyndsey had charmed them all into agreeing to a
movie. She had chosen The Little Mermaid, snuggling comfortably against
Warrick, charmingly demanding microwave popcorn from Greg, and sweet
talking Nick into rubbing her feet.
Catherine and Sara had been personally called to a crime scene by Mobley
minutes after arriving, and Cath had apologized profusely to them when she
had left, begging them to keep Lyndsey entertained until either Eddie
showed up or she returned. That had been two hours ago, and Eddie was a
definite no-show. Catherine had called a few minutes ago, saying she and
Sara were still processing the scene with Brass - and would be there for at
least another hour or so. Grissom had stuck his head in the lounge a few
times to check on Lindsey, but had managed to get out of actual movie
watching citing copious amounts of paperwork to be done. No one could
argue with him, as they knew Grissom always had paperwork, and the only
time it ever got done was on slow nights like this one.
And so, it came to this. Three grown men sitting in a lounge, too
pathetically lazy or indifferent to get up and turn off a movie they all
claimed they didn't want to watch, when their only reason for watching it
in the first place had fallen asleep 30 minutes into it. Greg grinned as
he glanced at his friends again, noting that Nick was still absently
rubbing Lindsey's tiny feet; Warrick's arm draped over the back of the
small sofa, gently running through her shiny hair.
Flickering on the TV screen, Ariel had just jumped into a large, rather
cushy looking bed, and her little red friend had just made himself
comfortable on one of the pillows.
"I wonder if the Little Mermaid is going to tell Prince Eric she has
Nick's response was quick, "You're a sick man, Gregg - this is a Disney
cartoon, not Heavy Metal."
Greg had grinned at this, "I don't know man. Disney has to keep it
interesting for the adults somehow - what better way then by subliminally
sending us messages, like Ariel has crabs? You can't deny it, man. He's
right there in bed with her."
"Will you two shut-up?" Warrick had growled, "What if Lyndsey wakes up and
hears you? How will I explain to Catherine where she heard about crabs?"
He tried not to sound too amused when he asked this, his eyes firmly fixed
on the TV screen. "And Nick, don't be so naïve. You ever see Pocahontas?
She's not drawn a double-D for the pre-pubescent set."
Nick laughed under his breath, "You've watched Pocahontas? And you ogled
her? You're as sick as Greg!"
"Shut up!" Warrick's response was good-natured. "I watch all the Disney
movies with my girl here. She has a way of conning me into them."
"I'm sure she has to try really hard, considering your predilection for
animated babes," Greg snorted. "Personally, I prefer Belle from Beauty and
the Beast myself. She's hot - and she's a brainiac!"
"I'm stuck here with a couple of freaks," Nick muttered, "If you're going
to watch cartoons, can't you watch manly ones, like Iron Giant? At least
he saves the world from nuclear war, and he references Superman to boot."
Companionable silence encompassed the three men for a moment, before Greg
began again. "So - Warrick watches with Lyndsey, I watch Disney movies so
I can impress chicks with how in touch I am to my feminine side, and Nick -
you watch with whom?"
"I am an uncle, you know! Several times over. I get my fair share of
movie watching when I go home to visit," Nick grunted, before cocking an
eyebrow at Greg. "Are the girls you date really impressed when you tell
them you watch Disney movies?"
"Oh yeah. Especially if I tell them what parts I teared up in, you know?
I took this one girl to see Toy Story 2 when it was in theatres, and when I
mentioned to her how choked up I got during that Sara McLaughlin song -
when Jess is telling Woody her story - well, let's just say I didn't go
home alone that night. She loved the fact I was so sensitive and in touch
with my emotions."
"And they go for that?" Nick sounded incredulous, "I have to admit, I
cried when the Iron Giant flew into the nuclear warhead and saved the town,
but I never thought of using that story as a way to get laid!"
Greg waved a hand in a 'pffing' motion, "If you're ever in a bind, roll it
out. Women dig men who can cry."
"Will you two shut up already!" Warrick groused. "I mean it! If you want
to share tips like that, go to the lab or something - I don't need to hear
Nick grinned, "That's because you're already getting some on a regular
basis - you don't need to resort to stuff like this."
"Really?" Greg looked at Warrick in interest, "You're in a steady
relationship? How come I'm always the last to know these things? So,
Warrick - who is she? Is she cute? Do I know her? Does she have a
Warrick closed his eyes and sighed in frustration, "Thanks Nick. Listen,
Greggo - this isn't the inquisition. I'm trying to keep my private life
private, no offense. So, I'm not saying anything."
Nick was openly snickering now, relishing the idea of teasing his normally
laid-back friend, "Mom's the word alright!"
"What - a single mother?" Greg's tone was suddenly speculative. On the
small sofa, Warrick stretched out his arm and swatted Nick none too gently
on the back of his head, before moving his hand back to Lyndsey's hair.
"Oh my God! I get it now! That explains why Lyndsey's so comfortable with
you! Wow - I never would have guessed that. So, can I ask, how long?"
Warrick rolled his eyes, "None of your business, Greg. And if this gets
around the lab, I'll know who to kill, so keep your mouth shut."
"Hey, hey, hey now! I can keep a secret! Does Grissom know?"
"I'm not sure," Warrick responded coolly, "It's not like we go around
"That's too bad - it might make it easier on him if he knew he wasn't the
only one -" Greg stopped dead. "Uh - never mind, let's watch the movie."
Warrick and Nick would have none of it.
"It might be easier on Gris if he knew he wasn't the only one what, Greg?"
Nick grinned at Warrick when Greg started squirming uncomfortably.
"Yeah, Greg - spill. What's the big secret?" Warrick's eyes lit up with
avid curiosity, and he shifted Lyndsey against his side in order to turn
more fully to face the lab tech. "Grissom involved with someone?"
Greg didn't respond, keeping his eyes firmly glued to the TV.
"Ho-ho!" Nick's tone was animated, "He is! And Greg knows who, so it must
be someone in the lab."
"I didn't say that!" Greg responded hastily, his voice slightly panicked
as he glanced quickly at the two men. "I didn't say anything!"
"You didn't have to, you're ears turned red. So, who is it? Any ideas,
Warrick's lips were pursed thoughtfully, his green-gray eyes narrowed in
concentration, "I know who I'd like it to be."
Nick grinned, "I know who I'd like it to be too. Initials S.S. - name
rhymes with 'Let's not idle'?" He and Warrick both began laughing when
Greg shook his head at them in mute denial.
"Bullshit, Greg! It is so. Way to go, Grissom!"
"I wonder who made the first move?" Warrick muttered, "And how the hell do
you know, Greg?"
Greg gave up. "I saw them in the parking lot a couple of days ago. He
kissed her, but he didn't realize I was there. They both made me swear I
wouldn't say a word, so keep this on the QT okay, or my ass is grass."
"I so want to tweak Sara about this, though!" Nick was laughing in
earnest, his expression as gleeful as a little boy. "Gris and Sara,
sitting in a tree - K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"What are you, five?" Greg whispered forcefully. "Please, I am begging you
- shut the fuck up before someone walks in and hears you!"
"Fine. Party pooper. I could always tell Sara I saw them and put two and
two together," Nick offered hopefully.
"You do, and I will kill you Stokes. I mean it!" Greg was getting
genuinely agitated now, his eyes desperate, "Grissom has never asked me to
keep a secret before, and he will never trust me again if he finds out I
told you or Warrick anything. So just - please. Okay?"
"Okay, okay. Fine. I won't say anything. And neither will Warrick, right
Warrick grunted, "Say what? I'm like Colonel Klink - I see nothing, I know
nothing. Now, can we get back to the Little Mermaid?"
Greg breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into his chair, "Thanks guys.
I mean it."
"You owe me one, Greg!" Nick responded cheerfully, "You better do all my
stuff first in the lab when I bring it to you, 'cuz now I can black mail
* * * * *
The white noise of the TV was the only sound in the lounge save for soft
snoring when Catherine and Sara finally returned from their crime scene.
They had informed Grissom they were back, before Catherine determined to go
on a search for her missing child and Sara and muttered darkly about
Walking down the hallway, the two women had commented softly to each other
how quiet everything seemed, both stopping in bewildered amusement at the
door of the lounge. Sitting on the love seat, head casually tossed
backwards, Warrick was sleeping soundly. Nestled into his side, the small
blonde head of Lyndsey could just barely be seen. Walking further into the
room, they could see that Nick had a large hand loosely cupping the little
girls' foot as he snored away. Greg, sitting off to the side, was also
sleeping, eyes flickering rapidly under taught eyelids, chased by dreams.
Smiling with affection, Catherine turned off the TV and removed the movie
from the VCR, showing it to Sara. "They watched The Little Mermaid with
her," she whispered, "isn't that sweet?"
Sara grinned, "No wonder they're asleep. I don't suppose animated movies
are huge conversation generators for three grown men. I wonder what they