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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-08-23 01:39 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-08-23 01:39 pm
Mac/Catherine - Ex-Marine Bulldog
Fandom: CSI/CSI:NY
Title: Ex-Marine Bulldog
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Mac Taylor/Catherine Willows, Lindsey Willows
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coclaim100 Prompt: 093. Protecting
Content Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Mac and Lindsey get to know each other better.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Written forsummer_bits.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Mac couldn’t help feeling out of place in her house. He had never had this problem with any of his previous relationships, mostly because his previous relationships hadn’t already had families, let alone teenage girls. That was probably the root of the whole problem. Teenagers—especially girls—and Mac Taylor just weren’t compatible species. He didn’t have the patience for them when he had to deal with them in a work situation, and he hadn’t dealt with enough to even have an opinion of them on a personal level.
Catherine had claimed that it wasn’t a problem and Lindsey had liked him on the few instances when they had met, but Mac wasn’t sure how much of that was the truth and how much was Catherine not wanting to hurt his feelings. The two of them hadn’t wanted to screw up his sleep schedule for the two day trip so Catherine was going to be asleep during most of the time and he and his daughter were awake, that meant him and Lindsey. Alone. That considering, he wanted to know how much of what she said was the truth.
But he probably wasn’t going to see Lindsey much. She was a teenage girl, after all, so she was probably never going to be home. Plus, she had school.
Right. Sixteen year-olds still had school.
The house had air conditioning, but you could still feel the edges of the summer heat creeping in through the windows. Some air conditioning units weren’t made to beat the one-hundred twelve degree Nevada heat and the one Catherine had was doing the best it could, but it wasn’t perfect. The house wasn’t a big one, though, so it could have been worse. Catherine had picked him up from the airport after her shift, and she had the night off, so she was catching some sleep before they went out later. Mac had taken the Red Eye, but he had slept on the plane and wanted to do his best to stay on New York time so he wasn’t jet lagged when he got back to work. He had left her in bed shortly after she had fallen asleep, to get up and move around a bit.
He was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when Lindsey came in. She froze when she saw him, looking at him wide-eyed like a kid who had just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Hey—Mac—”
“Morning, Lindsey,” he said, giving her a half smile.
“When’d you get here?” she asked, making a beeline for the refrigerator.
“Just this morning,” he replied, looking back down at the paper. “We didn’t wake you up when we came in, did we?”
“No!” she said hurriedly, her head snapping u from what she was doing. She blinked at him for a minute, before shaking her head. “I mean—no. I’m used to my mom coming in really early so—I’m used to it.”
Mac nodded before looking her over again. She was fully dressed, make-up done—a bit odd for someone who had just woken up. He looked over at the clock and it wasn’t even eight-thirty yet. “You’re up early. Off to school?”
Lindsey gave him a strange look, “It’s July, Mac. School’s out for the summer.”
Mac looked back down at his paper, slightly embarrassed. He had actually known that. Or he should of, anyway. Lindsey took his silence for what it was, and started speaking again before he could say anything.
“I’m just naturally a get-up-and-go kinda girl,” she said as she sat down across from him. Mac nodded and they lapsed into silence, long and awkward. Lindsey played with her glass for a minute before pouring herself a glass and talking a long drink.
“So—how’s New York?”
“New York’s—fine.”
“Good,” Lindsey nodded, her eyes flashing down to her orange juice again. Another long silence, “You know—my mom’s thinking of bringing me out there sometime.”
“She’s mentioned it,” he nodded. “I think you’ll like it. There’s a lot to do.”
Yeah,” Lindsey nodded, “—not that there’s not a lot to do here, I mean, this is Las Vegas. Lots to do.”
Mac nodded going back to the paper again. He could feel Lindsey squirming across the table from him, and he looked up at her, his smirk hidden behind the newspaper. “There a problem, Lindsey?”
“No. No problem—persay—”
“You weren’t home when we came in, were you, Lindsey?”
Her face crumpled slightly, “Please don’t tell my mom.”
“I won’t,” Mac replied, trying to quickly think of something that sounded parental-like. “But this isn’t something you should make a habit of.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, looking at Catherine as she came in. “Whatever.” She got up and walked over to her mother. “Way to go, Mom. Dating an ex-Marine bulldog.”
Catherine smirked before walking over and sitting in Mac’s lap. “I knew you’d be good for her.”
Title: Ex-Marine Bulldog
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Mac Taylor/Catherine Willows, Lindsey Willows
coclaim100 Prompt: 093. ProtectingContent Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Mac and Lindsey get to know each other better.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Written for
summer_bits.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Mac couldn’t help feeling out of place in her house. He had never had this problem with any of his previous relationships, mostly because his previous relationships hadn’t already had families, let alone teenage girls. That was probably the root of the whole problem. Teenagers—especially girls—and Mac Taylor just weren’t compatible species. He didn’t have the patience for them when he had to deal with them in a work situation, and he hadn’t dealt with enough to even have an opinion of them on a personal level.
Catherine had claimed that it wasn’t a problem and Lindsey had liked him on the few instances when they had met, but Mac wasn’t sure how much of that was the truth and how much was Catherine not wanting to hurt his feelings. The two of them hadn’t wanted to screw up his sleep schedule for the two day trip so Catherine was going to be asleep during most of the time and he and his daughter were awake, that meant him and Lindsey. Alone. That considering, he wanted to know how much of what she said was the truth.
But he probably wasn’t going to see Lindsey much. She was a teenage girl, after all, so she was probably never going to be home. Plus, she had school.
Right. Sixteen year-olds still had school.
The house had air conditioning, but you could still feel the edges of the summer heat creeping in through the windows. Some air conditioning units weren’t made to beat the one-hundred twelve degree Nevada heat and the one Catherine had was doing the best it could, but it wasn’t perfect. The house wasn’t a big one, though, so it could have been worse. Catherine had picked him up from the airport after her shift, and she had the night off, so she was catching some sleep before they went out later. Mac had taken the Red Eye, but he had slept on the plane and wanted to do his best to stay on New York time so he wasn’t jet lagged when he got back to work. He had left her in bed shortly after she had fallen asleep, to get up and move around a bit.
He was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when Lindsey came in. She froze when she saw him, looking at him wide-eyed like a kid who had just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Hey—Mac—”
“Morning, Lindsey,” he said, giving her a half smile.
“When’d you get here?” she asked, making a beeline for the refrigerator.
“Just this morning,” he replied, looking back down at the paper. “We didn’t wake you up when we came in, did we?”
“No!” she said hurriedly, her head snapping u from what she was doing. She blinked at him for a minute, before shaking her head. “I mean—no. I’m used to my mom coming in really early so—I’m used to it.”
Mac nodded before looking her over again. She was fully dressed, make-up done—a bit odd for someone who had just woken up. He looked over at the clock and it wasn’t even eight-thirty yet. “You’re up early. Off to school?”
Lindsey gave him a strange look, “It’s July, Mac. School’s out for the summer.”
Mac looked back down at his paper, slightly embarrassed. He had actually known that. Or he should of, anyway. Lindsey took his silence for what it was, and started speaking again before he could say anything.
“I’m just naturally a get-up-and-go kinda girl,” she said as she sat down across from him. Mac nodded and they lapsed into silence, long and awkward. Lindsey played with her glass for a minute before pouring herself a glass and talking a long drink.
“So—how’s New York?”
“New York’s—fine.”
“Good,” Lindsey nodded, her eyes flashing down to her orange juice again. Another long silence, “You know—my mom’s thinking of bringing me out there sometime.”
“She’s mentioned it,” he nodded. “I think you’ll like it. There’s a lot to do.”
Yeah,” Lindsey nodded, “—not that there’s not a lot to do here, I mean, this is Las Vegas. Lots to do.”
Mac nodded going back to the paper again. He could feel Lindsey squirming across the table from him, and he looked up at her, his smirk hidden behind the newspaper. “There a problem, Lindsey?”
“No. No problem—persay—”
“You weren’t home when we came in, were you, Lindsey?”
Her face crumpled slightly, “Please don’t tell my mom.”
“I won’t,” Mac replied, trying to quickly think of something that sounded parental-like. “But this isn’t something you should make a habit of.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, looking at Catherine as she came in. “Whatever.” She got up and walked over to her mother. “Way to go, Mom. Dating an ex-Marine bulldog.”
Catherine smirked before walking over and sitting in Mac’s lap. “I knew you’d be good for her.”