Killed by a Cat by josette grover

Author's Chapter Notes:

Disclaimer: If you recognize the characters, I don't own them.

“Montana, look out. Those steps don't look too sturdy.” Danny yells as Lindsay puts a penlight in her mouth as she starts down the steps.

“I can take care of myself, Danny.” Lindsay mumbles around the flashlight in her mouth.

She would have made it, he thinks, if the kitten hadn't ran across her foot at that moment. Lindsay, startled, slips, her head making an ominous thudding sound as she falls down the dimly lighted stairs in the old subway tunnel.

“Danny, find that kitten.” Mac orders, heading down the stairs.

“What am I supposed to do, say here kitty, kitty, kitty?” Danny says sourly, picking up a flashlight and heading the direction he thought the cat had come from. He returns about five minutes later, the flashlight in one hand and hissing kitten dangling from the other. “Ouch,” he yelps as the kitten catches him across the wrist with his claws.

“You don't hold a cat like that.” Sheldon says, taking the kitten from his hands. He shortly has him purring in his hands as Mac, following the stretcher carrying Lindsay, comes back up the stairs. “Did you find him?” He asks, then smirks as he sees the cat hissing at Danny from his spot in Sheldon's arms.

“What are we supposed to say in the report, Mac?”

“CSI Monroe died in the line of duty, when she accidentally fell when confronted by a suspect.” Mac smirks, scratching the kitten behind the ears. “The suspect, unfortunately, got away when chased by CSI Messer.”

“And the kitten?”

“Is going home with me, Danny.” Sheldon says. “I've missed having a cat around the house.” The kitten, who had been purring in Sheldon's arms, gives Danny one last hiss before closing his eyes.

“So what you going to name the little furball?” Danny asks, wincing as the ambulance attendants clean the scratches on his wrist.

“Think Lindsay would have minded if I name him, sorry her,” Sheldon lifts the kitten's tail, earning the man a half-hearted hiss from the kitten, “Montana.”

“She would have hated it.” Stella snickers. “But why?”

“She hates Danny and you, but loves me and Mac.” Sheldon says with a smirk.

The End.

josette grover is the author of 203 other stories.

This story is part of the series, Humorous Deathfics. The previous story in the series is I told her to hurry up and get in the car. The next story in the series is Never Piss off a Gang Member.

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Killed by a Cat by josette grover [Reviews - 0] Table of Contents - Text Size + Author's Chapter Notes: Disclaimer: If you recognize the characters, I don't own them. “Montana, look out. Those steps don't look too sturdy.” Danny yells as Lindsay puts a penlight in her mouth as she starts down the steps. “I can take care of myself, Danny.” Lindsay mumbles around the flashlight in her mouth. She would have made it, he thinks, if the kitten hadn't ran across her foot at that moment. Lindsay, startled, slips, her head making an ominous thudding sound as she falls down the dimly lighted stairs in the old subway tunnel. “Danny, find that kitten.” Mac orders, heading down the stairs. “What am I supposed to do, say here kitty, kitty, kitty?” Danny says sourly, picking up a flashlight and heading the direction he thought the cat had come from. He returns about five minutes later, the flashlight in one hand and hissing kitten dangling from the other. “Ouch,” he yelps as the kitten catches him across the wrist with his claws. “You don't hold a cat like that.” Sheldon says, taking the kitten from his hands. He shortly has him purring in his hands as Mac, following the stretcher carrying Lindsay, comes back up the stairs. “Did you find him?” He asks, then smirks as he sees the cat hissing at Danny from his spot in Sheldon's arms. “What are we supposed to say in the report, Mac?” “CSI Monroe died in the line of duty, when she accidentally fell when confronted by a suspect.” Mac smirks, scratching the kitten behind the ears. “The suspect, unfortunately, got away when chased by CSI Messer.” “And the kitten?” “Is going home with me, Danny.” Sheldon says. “I've missed having a cat around the house.” The kitten, who had been purring in Sheldon's arms, gives Danny one last hiss before closing his eyes. “So what you going to name the little furball?” Danny asks, wincing as the ambulance attendants clean the scratches on his wrist. “Think Lindsay would have minded if I name him, sorry her,” Sheldon lifts the kitten's tail, earning the man a half-hearted hiss from the kitten, “Montana.” “She would have hated it.” Stella snickers. “But why?” “She hates Danny and you, but loves me and Mac.” Sheldon says with a smirk. The End. josette grover is the author of 203 other stories. This story is part of the series, Humorous Deathfics. The previous story in the series is I told her to hurry up and get in the car. The next story in the series is Never Piss off a Gang Member. You must login (register) to review.

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