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Title: Fathers First
Rating: Chapter 1: PG
Author: kieksterbanjo
Warnings: None
Summary: Father's before anything else...Nick and Greg take on the challenge of raising children
Disclaimer: Would I like to own them? YES. But do I? Alas No. I would also like to make money from this and marry Benji Schwimmer from So You Think You Can Dance but one must live in the real world.

A/N: I would really appreciate feedback for this story. I’m planning on continuing it, because I think it would be cute to focus on Greg and Nick as fathers and not just as CSIs or lovers, but if no one wants to read it, I won’t write it. So I would really like to know what you think. And besides I'm a total comment whore, I like to read. LOL. So without further ado…the story.

 

Fathers First

 

          Chapter 1

 

          It wasn’t like it happened a lot. Once a month, if that. But when it did, it caused a hurricane that took days to clean up.

 

Today, it happened. The Las Vegas Crime Lab was transformed from a bustling place of work to something that resembled a circus. There wasn’t a counter top that didn’t have to be wiped down, a wall that didn’t need to be washed or an employee that didn’t need a nap.

 

          The source of said hurricane made its way to the front reception desk, poked its head around the corner to watch the receptionist, Judy, speak with a woman on the other side of the desk and waited for the perfect time to strike with a whirlwind.

 

          “I’m sorry ma’am, what was that? Who are you looking for?” Judy asked.

 

          “’Ow many times do I ‘ave to say it?” The woman said irritated, her French accent prominent, “I am looking for ze murge. The murge!”

 

          Judy cocked an eyebrow, “Well that’s not us. We’re the crime lab. We don’t have a…murge.”

 

          The woman looked thoughtful, “Ah no.” She said finally, “I apologize. I need to speak with ze Dr. Al Robbins. Where can I find ‘im? I don’t know ‘ow to say ze word. Pardon my french.” She said apologetically.

 

          “That’s not french.” Both women looked confused to their left at interuption to find a small figure with his finger in his mouth, rocking on his heels, “My daddy says that ‘Crap!’ is his french. Not what you were saying.”

 

          “Did…that little boy just say ‘crap’?” The French woman asked horrified. Judy sighed and put her head in her hands. The hurricane had hit and Judy had to work fast to keep the damage to a minimum. The small figure burst out laughing at the look on the French’s woman’s face.

 

          “Crap, crap, crap, crap.” He sang proudly, “That’s french.”

 

          Judy quickly shot up from her seat and lifted the small boy into her arms, “I’m so sorry about this. Dr. Robbins is in the morgue. Go down the street towards the Strip and turn left on Canard Ave. It’s the third building on your right.” She explained to the woman while trying to cover the mouth of the boy in her arms who continued to sing the curse word.

 

          “Thank you.” The woman said sharply, glaring at the small child, “And that, young man, is not French. Perhaps you’re father could teach you some manors.” She added before stalking off.

 

          The boy in Judy’s arms had grown silent as he looked perplexed at the spot the woman had just left, as if trying to determine if she was indeed correct and what he was saying was indeed not French, “We might want to keep that word to ourselves Charlie.” She said taking her hand from his mouth.

 

          “Crap!” Charlie screamed with a giggle.

 

          Judy sighed, before making her way further into the catacombs of the lab, getting the hurricane as far as way as she could from her desk.

 

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          “I believe this is yours. I would just like to point out that I would appreciate a clean workspace by the time I leave today. Whether he messes it up or not.” Judy said making her way into the evidence room with Charlie in her arms.

 

          “Oh god Judy I’m so sorry. I turned away for like a second. He’s a slippery little bugger.” Greg Sanders said with a strained laugh taking the squirming child into his own arms.

 

          “It’s all right. But who’s been teaching him swear words? He almost had the entire French population suing him.”

 

          “I was just speaking French, Daddy. Like you taught me.” Charlie said with a shrug.

 

          Greg sighed and shifted his three and a half year old son to his other hip, “I told you I didn’t teach you that, Charlie, and I also told you not to repeat it.”

 

          “You did teach him Daddy. I heard you.” A voice said from the doorway making Charlie squeal in Greg’s arms and clap his hands at being deemed correct.

 

          “Aidan, do you remember what we talked about? Helping in situations like this and not making things worse?” Greg asked turning to face his seven year old son as he walked into the room with a popsicle in his mouth.

 

          Aidan was about to answer when a cry rang out from behind the small group of four. Greg sighed once again and sat Charlie down on the stool next to the evidence table before making his way over to his 4 month old daughter.

 

          “Shhhh Angelica it’s okay.” He said quietly, picking her up into his arms.

 

          “I wish I could stay and help Greg but I’ve got to get back to my desk.” Judy said sympathetically as she watched Greg catch Charlie by the arm to keep him from making another escape while trying to cradle the baby in his arms.

 

          “It’s okay Judy, thanks. Nick should be back soon and then we can double team ‘em.” Greg cracked.

 

          Judy left the small group just as Charlie attempted to take the popsicle from his brother only to result in the popsicle landing on the sheet Greg had previously been processing. Judy cringed and hoped Greg would survive the shift.

 

          The tendency towards hurricane behaviour aside, everyone had to admit that Greg Sanders and Nick Stokes had a beautiful family. As a couple, the two had been together for almost 10 years and for the first two and a half they kept it a secret. So one day when they came into work with a bouncing baby boy on their hip it went without saying that everyone was shocked. Little Aidan William Sander-Stokes became a regular around the crime lab. He was a clone of his biological father, Nick, and even had his temperament; easy-going, calm and determined, even in his toddler years.

 

          Everyone immediately fell in love with Aidan, who even had Gil Grissom cooing and speaking in baby talk, so when the couple announced they would be having another child the crime lab was thrilled. As it would turn out Charles Gregory Sander-Stokes also took after his biological father in look and temperament…but to everyone’s joking dismay it wasn’t Nick’s. With his sandy blonde hair and expressive brown eyes, Charlie was Greg to a tee; complete with enthusiastic and hyper personality and tendency towards mischief. That and the fact that Greg had become a full time investigator and could no longer spend an entire shift where he could watch his kids meant that Aidan and Charlie spent less and less time at the lab as the years went on.

 

          Baby Angelica Jillian Sander-Stokes soon joined the family and according to both Nick and Greg, completed it. The boys decided to try once more for a girl and so, biologically Nick’s, they got their little girl in Angelica. Oddly enough everyone agreed that Jellie looked like a combination of Nick and Greg…even though they knew that wasn’t possible.

 

          With the addition of Jellie, Greg and Nick rarely brought the kids to work. Three young kids were just too hard to control while attempting to get their work done. But on days when they couldn’t find a baby sitter the lab was graced with the presence of the Sander-Stokes trio.

 

          As Judy took a seat once again behind her desk, the door to the lab opened and Nick walked through, followed by Warrick Brown. They each carried a handful of evidence having just returned from a scene and Judy hated to interrupt their flow but she figured it was her duty, “Nick?” she asked as they walked by her desk.

 

          Nick turned with a smile and an expectant look on his face, “I know you just got back from a scene but I think your husband could use your help for a second or two.”

 

          Nick grinned to himself at how Judy referred to Greg before nodding, “Thanks Judy. They haven’t caused too much trouble have they?” He asked with a laugh just as a crash was heard from down the hall. Judy, Nick and Warrick cringed.

 

          “Here. Give me those.” Warrick said reaching for the bags in Nick’s hand and then motioning down the hall, “Go. Help. I’ll get started and then meet you in the garage to process the Jeep.”

 

          Nick nodded as he smiled embarrassed at Judy and Warrick before jogging towards the sound of the crash, “Gotta love the days when the words ‘damage control’ are used regularly.” Warrick cracked to Judy who laughed and nodded as they looked down the hall where Nick had disappeared.

 

TBC

 

 

Comments

[barush.livejournal.com]

OMG... Three kids? That's... OMG:) LOL

I totally love them as fathers, they're sooo cute:) I need a little break from all that slash...lol

so it'd be just AWESOME, if you continued... please? *puppy eyes*

[lizphairrulz.livejournal.com]

Told you they'd love it here, hon. Don't worry if everything's confusing at first, it took me a month to get into the swing of things. Once again a lovely story! We need more fatherly stories of the two. ;D <3

[tanisafan.livejournal.com]

Oh oh ohhhh! This was so cute, I'm squealing my ass off. I love the idea of Nick and Greg as parents *sighs happily*.
I would be really, really awesome if you continued this because I could use some cuddly happy!fics to alternate all the dark ones I read, lol!

Great start, please write more.
Also, Charlie is adorable! It figures that Greg would teach him how to curse *snickers*.

[outcastspice.livejournal.com]

it's fun! but it really seems unlikely that they'd be allowed to bring the kids in to work under any non-emergency circumstances.