Tricked into Love?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Summary: Six year old Lindsey Grissom wants to be a magician. What happens when she plays a new trick on two unsuspecting CSI's, which goes horribly wrong? What will happen? Read and find out.

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"Hi Mr. Greg." Six year old Lindsey Grissom announced her presence loudly, running into the break room; CSI's Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders sitting on the couch looking over a case.

"Hey Ms. Lindsey." Greg snickered, ruffling the small girls locks playfully.

Running to the other side of the couch, the little girl squeaked. "Hi Ms. Sara."

"Hi Linds." Sara mumbled distractedly, looking over the case file once more.

Shaking his head at her distance, he turned back to Lindsey. "So Ms. Grissom, what brings you here? Where's your mom or dad?"

"Mommy told me she needed to talk to daddy lone, so she sent me here cause she sawed you here."

"So she sent you here terrorize me, is that it?" Seeing her nod, he pounced, letting his fingers run wild against her sides making squeak and giggle.

"No…no…stop." She whimpered, trying to catch her breath as his fingers continued to torment her little body.

"Now whose terrorizing whom?" He chuckled, lifting his dancing fingers underneath her chin, making her squeal even more.

Frustrated by her partners lack of work, Sara growled. "Greg would you stop it? We have work to do."

"Party pooper." Greg snickered, making Lindsey laugh out loud.

"Can I show you trick?"

"Are you trying to be a little magician?" Watching her nod, he smiled. "Well lets see what you got."

"Lindsey!" Catherine Grissom's voice echoed through the crime labs long hall as she stepped into the break room. "Lindsay, its time to go."

"But mommy…" The little girl stomped her foot, a frown turning at her lips.

"Lindsey Grissom, don't argue with me."

Pouting, she sighed, her gaze on the ground as she started after her mother. "Fine."

"Hey Linds?" Greg called after her before she exited the room, turning back to him. "Maybe another time." He said referring to the trick she planned on doing.

Shrieking happily, the small strawberry blonde squeaked. "Yeah." ,before skipping after her mother.

Shaking his head at the little girls excitement, Greg turned back to the paperwork in front of him, but not before hearing Sara mumble. "Finally." causing his eyes to roll in contempt.

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It took nearly three weeks before Lindsey could come back to the crime lab.

Having been dropped off at the breakroom by her mother, Lindsey was pleasantly surprised to find both Greg and Sara sitting on the couch and instead of their gazes locked on a case file, they were both munching on what looked their lunch. "Hi Mr. Greg… Hi Ms. Sara." She squeaked, running into the room and jumping in between them on the couch.

"Hey Lindsey." Greg smiled, pulling her into sideways hug.

"Hi Linds." Sara mumbled, through a bite of food, making him shake his head.

"Can I show you trick now!!" The little girl squealed, bouncing up and down, causing the brunette to groan and glare at her fellow CSI.

"I don't kn…"

"Sure." He cut off, matching Sara's glare with his own.

"YEAH!" Lindsey squealed, before either knew what was happening, the little girl broke out a pair of shiny handcuffs and placing one around Sara's right wrist while she placed the other on Greg's left.

"Lindsey!" Sara barked incredulously, pulling at the cuffs; there had been very few times in knowing the little girl had the brunette called her by her full name and to Lindsey that wasn't good.

"But its for trick." The small strawberry blonde protested, pulling out a crisp white handkerchief from her pocket.

"Yeah Sara, its for the trick." Greg taunted, pulling on the handcuffs the same way she did.

Glaring menacingly at him, she conceded. "Fine."

"Yeah!" Lindsey squealed, placing the scrap of fabric but before she could get into the trick, Gil Grissom came running in the room, screaming.

"Lindsey!"

"Daddy?" She questioned, before he picked her up and swung her around making her shriek. "Daddy."

"Oh angel, guess what?"

"What?"

Not able to stand it, Gil screeched. "Your getting a baby brother or sister."

"What?" Lindsey repeated, her eyes grew wide, hugging tighter to her father. "A baby?"

"Yep."

The clearing of someone's throat broke the father and daughter from their daze. "Umm little help here." Sara growled, holding up her handcuffed hand before turning to Greg and glaring at him.

"Oh…" Turning to his daughter, Gil asked. "…umm Lindsey, honey, do you have the key?"

Dropping her head onto his shoulder, she shook her head, whispering in a small voice. "No."

"What?" The brunette barked, pulling Greg more in view and pointing angrily at him. "You mean I'm stuck with him."

"Thanks." Greg whispered to her, before turning away, his expression going blank.

Seeing his hurt features, Sara sighed. "Great."

TBC……..R&R if you want more………….