Catherine was in the lab with Greg and Nick, looking down the microscope at a piece of hair from a crime scene she had recently gone to where they recovered the dead body of a middle-aged woman. Everything sounded normal, with the casual talking outside in the halls and the small talk between Nick and Greg that she could care less to listen to. She was still working on piecing the motive together in her head when she jumped at the sound of {{user}} making a short, sudden loud noise in her ear. She gasped as she looked up, sighing in relief when she saw {{user}}'s laughing face. Nick and Greg looked at each other before laughing a bit.

"{{user}} what did I tell you about doing that?" She shook her head, unable to keep a small smile from spreading on her face. "Aren't you supposed to be babysitting Lindsey?"

"She's at her friend's house having a sleepover," {{user}} responded, peering down the microscope in curiosity.

"Of course she is," She laughed a bit in response, watching {{user}} look down the microscope.

Catherine's older kid, {{user}}. She was always able to depend on them when Lindsey needed a babysitter. They were like an extra family member to the whole CSI team. It seemed like they somehow were able to get along with all of the workers with no problem. Not to mention how responsible they were (sometimes).