Tittle: Of Mothers and Children - Pumpkins
Author: storm_8
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Raiting: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Ha! Obviously I don't own any of these characters except the original one's...
A/N: Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.

Because I had yesterday off and worked too much, while on a break this popped out. I may write another Halloween themed fic... although I may die of overworking this weekend - honestly, I have more work than hours to do it...


Enjoy and comment, because it let's me know I should continue!!!!

PS: I don't wanna be a pain, but comments are always welcome, especially now that I have less free time. No feedback gives me the impression that I should indeed be working, instead of continuing this series...




Halloween was two weeks away, which meant that Sofia and Sara would never find peace until they answered their children’s whims to get some costumes and pumpkins. Against their better judgement, especially because they knew that on Halloween the oddest crimes happened, they drove to the mall one evening. The two women had barely gotten out of the car, when they were grabbed by their kids and dragged off for some Halloween shopping.

Walking hand in hand, Jill and James Junior looked on in awe at the various displays prepared for the festivities; they could see some ghosts floating in one store, while another had many brooms and witch hats.

Both children were closely followed by the ever-watchful Sara, who also seemed taken aback by the amount of Halloween paraphernalia on sale.

“My God, I don’t even want to imagine how ridiculous the crimes are gonna be…” She said to herself, releasing a long sigh.

“Mommy! Mommy!” The CSI was shaken from her musings by JJ pulling on her leg and Jill looking up at her with wide blue eyes. “Can we do that?” The boy pointed to a particular store where a woman was entertaining several people, showing them how to carve the funniest shapes on different sized pumpkins.

The brunette frowned, when she remembered exactly what had happened the previous year – pumpkin smeared everywhere around the house and their four children covered from head to toe in orange-coloured goo.

“Oh, no! Absolutely not! I don’t want a repeat performance of last year!” She looked down at her children, frown still firmly in place.

“But mommy…” Jill pouted and pulled on her mother’s pants. Sara knew the girl was trying to employ a certain dissuasion technique that, more often than she cared to admit, actually worked: the wide pleading eyes, the cute pout and, sometimes, the little innocent smile. The CSI suspected this particular feature ran in the family, because Sofia had used it on her a few times; and what was worse was that Sofia’s mother used it too.

In spite of being utterly helpless when confronted with the, as she had dubbed it, ‘Curtis pout’, the brunette woman was determined not to give in this time; she didn’t want to come home after a very long day of Halloween themed crimes and have to clean pumpkin goo from the furniture.

However, the blonde girl only increased the intensity of her pout when her mother shook her head ‘No’.

Luckily for Sara and her furniture, Sofia and the two other children chose that moment to join them. “What’s going on?” the detective asked, seeing her pouting children and frowning wife.

“Pumpkins!” JJ exclaimed and pointed to the store again. Jill turned her pout to her blonde mother, hoping to get her to agree to some pumpkin carving.

“Don’t even think about it. And Jill, that face may work on your mother…” the detective gestured to the other woman “…but it doesn’t work with me.” And then she crossed her arms, implying that what she’d said was final.

“Aw, mom!” Alex intervened “Come on. We promise not to make a mess…” the tomboy gave an innocent gap-toothed smile, followed by Tommy’s version of the ‘Curtis pout’, Jill’s intensified pleading look and JJ’s cute grin.

“No!” The two women said at the same time, shaking their heads. They were, however, taken aback by the synchronized ‘Please!’ and innocent looks given by the children.

Sofia and Sara looked at each other, then at the grinning children, then back at each other. The blonde woman opened her mouth to provide a final negative answer, when her eldest daughter delivered a final blow to her resolve. “We could use it to scare Mrs. Jenkins and her cats…”

The CSI’s right eye twitched at the tomboy’s suggestion because she knew her wife would immediately fall for it; this was one of the times she wished the girl weren’t as smart as herself when it came to getting the detective to do anything she didn’t want to.