Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.

AN: Microsoft Word says this is 513 words long. So there. Part of the challenge by scuby, Frosty, and Immi.


"Why do I have to be here?"

Sara mentally counted to ten before turning around and glaring at the young Willows. Lindsey glared right back and crossed her arms, imitating her mother almost perfectly.

"Because," Sara enunciated slowly, "you are the one who threw the game cartridge through the TV screen!"

Lindsey's glare didn't falter. "You're the one who told me 'don't hate the player, hate the game'!"

Sara threw her arms up in the air. "I didn't tell you to hate the big screen TV your mom just bought!"

Lindsey opened her mouth, then abruptly shut it again, stomping further down the aisle to glare at a GameCube covered in pony stickers. Sara just shook her head and sighed. She was starting to wish she had never agreed to watch Linds while Catherine was at a conference.

It had started innocently enough. Sara had brought over her Nintendo 64 for them to play on so that she wouldn't break Catherine's 'no GameCube until I'm back' decree. She hadn't wanted to deal with Lindsey whining about the unfairness of life, the universe, and everything all weekend.

But then she had started beating Lindsey at Super Smash Bros. Lindsey had gotten mad, Sara had given her that stupid, stupid advice so that she wouldn't have to dislodge a controller from her brain, and Lindsey had picked the cartridge out of the slot and thrown it through the TV screen.

And now they had to find the same model before Catherine came home and realized what had happened. Sara was pretty sure her coworker and sometimes friend wouldn't be too thrilled with either of them. If she hadn't brought the N64…

She shook her head again and walked over to where Lindsey was stewing. This wasn't her fault. "C'mon, Linds. We're in the wrong section."

Lindsey nodded sharply and walked out of the aisle. Sara followed her. They were about twenty feet away from the big screen TVs when Lindsey stopped abruptly and spun around.

"We aren't going to get away with this."

That was probably true. Sara still hadn't figured out what to do with the old TV. And she was only sort of sure about what its make and model was.

"We could just say we got rid out of it because the screen looked like it would crack easily. That isn't really a lie… I mean, a game cartridge broke it."

"A thrown game cartridge."

Lindsey fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment before jerking her head up and grinning at Sara. Sara had never seen her look more evil.

"I know how to get us both out of trouble."

Sara knew she would regret asking, but… "How?"

Again with the evil grin. Sara wanted the glaring teenager back.

"When mom comes home, you kiss her and 'accidentally' bump into the TV. I can get the glass out of the trash can tomorrow morning and plant it."

It was a stupid plan. It was completely dependent on Catherine being so caught up in kissing Sara that she'd miss the lack of shattering.

…It worked.