Disclaimer-I don't own the characters of Gilmore Girls, or anything
associated to them. That means this is purely fictional and will NEVER
happen in the show. It came straight from my imagination.
Pairings-It's a secret. ;) hehe.
Feedback is wanted, both positive AND negative…even though I'd prefer positive.
This is my first Gilmore Girls fan fiction, so be nice to me. (
Rating: PG13, for now it may seem like PG, but c'mon guys, it's just the first chapter. But if your asking for something, now, here: bitchassbastardkissmakeoutsexheatdumbasslickuhsmoke There's the PG13 for ya. Some of those things will, of course, not be in here, but this isn't Disney. It's not like anyone looks at the rating anyway.
I entered the coffee shop I enjoy so dearly, Craving for Coffee. I don't know when the coffee habit began in my life, but now I was addicted. I walked to the counter and ordered a plain coffee.
The spot I usually sit at was taken, so I decided to sit at another table. It wasn't as great as that seat by the window, but it was a seat all the same. I pulled a book out and began to read, taking a sip of coffee every once in a while, and looking up when a person entered.
I was just at a great part when the bells chimed over the door to notify everyone that someone had entered, as if that was necessary in a place where people were supposed to be quiet, a place where people went to get away from the busyness of the city of New York.
This time it was not just any person who had entered, but an old friend. Miss Rory Gilmore. Or maybe now it was Mrs.…oh, that's the point to worry about. As much as I would love to say hi, she's just going to be another one of those friends who you lost touch with, and says, "Here's my number, maybe we can have lunch sometime." And then leaves and you never see them again.
So I just sat there, reading, but sometimes looking up to see what she was doing. And of course, she was reading, also. I should have known. I started reading again, when, again, the bells chimed for the millionth time. Out of habit I looked up to see yet another old friend… or rather, just an acquaintance. What was this, a reunion?
I followed him with my eyes. He went and sat at her table. Tristan DuGrey. Back then I would have hated him, but hey that was then, this was now.
She got up, they hugged, and he took a seat next to her. They began talking, laughing, and smiling. I wondered if they had some how bumped into each other, and were meeting again after such a really long time, or if they kept in touch, and were on a…date?
I finished up my coffee, and stood up after at least thirty minutes of sitting down. I walked by the table they were sitting at, just to get a peek at what they were talking about.
"So the party should be fun, huh?" Rory asked Tristan. And that was all I heard. I couldn't just stop walking to listen to what he would say. But now I was curious, what party? They're party? A party one of them is throwing? Or a party that people they both know are throwing? I shrugged off all those questions and decided to get back to work.
_________
"But the real question is, why? Why did the murderer kill Mrs. Stevens?" Janice Ryan, a lawyer beside me asked. I jotted down the question, hoping to find the answer when I researched tonight.
"I'd say money, hate, greed- there are tons of replies, tons of ways to answer that question. We're still in the thinking process, Jan. Research, and find out." The head prosecutor in this case replied.
"I'd say the better question is who killed her? Then we can say why." Someone else added.
"But no one is going to just flat out say they're the murderer!" Someone argued.
"I have some stuff from the older sister of Loletta, Gretchen Davis Green, that Mrs. Stevens was forced to marry William Stevens. He was of course, 20 years her senior. Maybe she had found another man, her age, and let's say it was Mr. Stevens who did kill her, maybe he did because she was lusting after another man instead of him? Perhaps he was jealous?" I said, shuffling through my notes.
"Good thinking. Anyone else have anything else from their research?"
"I have here that friends of the family, say that the couple were doing great when they last saw them before the murder, and that they never had any major problems." Someone stated.
"I found that neighbors say that they heard glass breaking and screaming, starting just a few weeks after the marriage." Another person said.
Everyone began saying things, soon after that. I was scribbling everything down furiously, before John; the guy in charge calmed everyone down.
"Time flies quickly, when you do your homework, eh? You all did great today. I hope everyone has written some notes down to help in researching this case. I'll see you all next Tuesday, when we meet again to see how everything is going. Bye for now." I closed my briefcase and headed out seconds later, to get an early start on my research in my office.
_________
I was searching through all the files, with thoughts running through my head.
Why had she gotten killed?
Was she even killed?
Could it have been suicide?
Was there anyone else who could have been a suspect?
And then I found what I was looking for. Mr. Steven's actual criminal record. This should help me. I checked the clock to see that is was time to go. I got everything back into my briefcase, and left the office.
__________
It was half passed six when I walked into Barnes and Noble's. I needed another book to read. I headed straight to the fiction section and stood there. Opening books, reading the inside cover containing the summary, and closing them, uninterested.
I was in the N's when I bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said. And was about to walk away when the person I bumped into stopped me.
"Wait up! It's me, Rory!" I turned around and smiled. "Ms. Rory Gilmore, it's nice to see you."
"It's nice to see you, too. I haven't seen you in forever!" She said and smiled.
"What have you been up to?" I asked her, suddenly uninterested in the books that surrounded me, but in the friend right in front of me.
"I'm a writer for the New York Times." She stated. "What about you?"
"I'm a lawyer." I said nodding. "So the New York Times, eh?"
"Yeah." She looked at her watch. "I've got to go. Do you think we could have lunch tomorrow?"
The lunch question, yet this time it didn't sound so bad, it was definite. "Sure, where and what time?"
"How about Jacque's Bistro at 12?" She asked.
"Ok." I nodded.
"Well, see you then. Bye." She said waving.
"Bye." I replied and got back to book searching.
________
I walked out of Craving for Coffee the next morning, struggling to put on the plastic cap onto the hot cup full of steaming coffee.
Looking down, I saw my briefcase in one hand, and the cup with the cap popping off, in the other. It was war getting it to stay on, hold everything, and watch where I was going.
I carefully avoided everyone that got in my way until the cap finally got its way and popped onto the ground. I didn't want to litter, so I tried to bend down and get it, stopping in the middle of the side walk.
And then, great, I bumped into somebody. I dropped the coffee, which then splattered everywhere on the hard cement. But then I forgot about my briefcase. It snapped open, and just when I thought it wouldn't get worse, it did. A breeze came. All the confidential papers flew everywhere. The person I bumped into luckily helped pick them up. But as we reached for the same piece of paper, our heads bumped. I looked up and saw a familiar face.
"What are you doing here?"
~~~
That's Chapter One. I hope you like it. I'm hoping to keep the speaker a mystery until the last chapter, so that's why not a lot of names are used 'cause that would give it away. I may let out the secret of whether it's a guy or girl later, but not until the dating, ect. Oh, and don't worry, no more law stuff in the chapters to come.
If you read the chapter, thanks, if you skimmed to the bottom, well…anyway.
Till next time,
Melissa
Pairings-It's a secret. ;) hehe.
Feedback is wanted, both positive AND negative…even though I'd prefer positive.
This is my first Gilmore Girls fan fiction, so be nice to me. (
Rating: PG13, for now it may seem like PG, but c'mon guys, it's just the first chapter. But if your asking for something, now, here: bitchassbastardkissmakeoutsexheatdumbasslickuhsmoke There's the PG13 for ya. Some of those things will, of course, not be in here, but this isn't Disney. It's not like anyone looks at the rating anyway.
I entered the coffee shop I enjoy so dearly, Craving for Coffee. I don't know when the coffee habit began in my life, but now I was addicted. I walked to the counter and ordered a plain coffee.
The spot I usually sit at was taken, so I decided to sit at another table. It wasn't as great as that seat by the window, but it was a seat all the same. I pulled a book out and began to read, taking a sip of coffee every once in a while, and looking up when a person entered.
I was just at a great part when the bells chimed over the door to notify everyone that someone had entered, as if that was necessary in a place where people were supposed to be quiet, a place where people went to get away from the busyness of the city of New York.
This time it was not just any person who had entered, but an old friend. Miss Rory Gilmore. Or maybe now it was Mrs.…oh, that's the point to worry about. As much as I would love to say hi, she's just going to be another one of those friends who you lost touch with, and says, "Here's my number, maybe we can have lunch sometime." And then leaves and you never see them again.
So I just sat there, reading, but sometimes looking up to see what she was doing. And of course, she was reading, also. I should have known. I started reading again, when, again, the bells chimed for the millionth time. Out of habit I looked up to see yet another old friend… or rather, just an acquaintance. What was this, a reunion?
I followed him with my eyes. He went and sat at her table. Tristan DuGrey. Back then I would have hated him, but hey that was then, this was now.
She got up, they hugged, and he took a seat next to her. They began talking, laughing, and smiling. I wondered if they had some how bumped into each other, and were meeting again after such a really long time, or if they kept in touch, and were on a…date?
I finished up my coffee, and stood up after at least thirty minutes of sitting down. I walked by the table they were sitting at, just to get a peek at what they were talking about.
"So the party should be fun, huh?" Rory asked Tristan. And that was all I heard. I couldn't just stop walking to listen to what he would say. But now I was curious, what party? They're party? A party one of them is throwing? Or a party that people they both know are throwing? I shrugged off all those questions and decided to get back to work.
_________
"But the real question is, why? Why did the murderer kill Mrs. Stevens?" Janice Ryan, a lawyer beside me asked. I jotted down the question, hoping to find the answer when I researched tonight.
"I'd say money, hate, greed- there are tons of replies, tons of ways to answer that question. We're still in the thinking process, Jan. Research, and find out." The head prosecutor in this case replied.
"I'd say the better question is who killed her? Then we can say why." Someone else added.
"But no one is going to just flat out say they're the murderer!" Someone argued.
"I have some stuff from the older sister of Loletta, Gretchen Davis Green, that Mrs. Stevens was forced to marry William Stevens. He was of course, 20 years her senior. Maybe she had found another man, her age, and let's say it was Mr. Stevens who did kill her, maybe he did because she was lusting after another man instead of him? Perhaps he was jealous?" I said, shuffling through my notes.
"Good thinking. Anyone else have anything else from their research?"
"I have here that friends of the family, say that the couple were doing great when they last saw them before the murder, and that they never had any major problems." Someone stated.
"I found that neighbors say that they heard glass breaking and screaming, starting just a few weeks after the marriage." Another person said.
Everyone began saying things, soon after that. I was scribbling everything down furiously, before John; the guy in charge calmed everyone down.
"Time flies quickly, when you do your homework, eh? You all did great today. I hope everyone has written some notes down to help in researching this case. I'll see you all next Tuesday, when we meet again to see how everything is going. Bye for now." I closed my briefcase and headed out seconds later, to get an early start on my research in my office.
_________
I was searching through all the files, with thoughts running through my head.
Why had she gotten killed?
Was she even killed?
Could it have been suicide?
Was there anyone else who could have been a suspect?
And then I found what I was looking for. Mr. Steven's actual criminal record. This should help me. I checked the clock to see that is was time to go. I got everything back into my briefcase, and left the office.
__________
It was half passed six when I walked into Barnes and Noble's. I needed another book to read. I headed straight to the fiction section and stood there. Opening books, reading the inside cover containing the summary, and closing them, uninterested.
I was in the N's when I bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said. And was about to walk away when the person I bumped into stopped me.
"Wait up! It's me, Rory!" I turned around and smiled. "Ms. Rory Gilmore, it's nice to see you."
"It's nice to see you, too. I haven't seen you in forever!" She said and smiled.
"What have you been up to?" I asked her, suddenly uninterested in the books that surrounded me, but in the friend right in front of me.
"I'm a writer for the New York Times." She stated. "What about you?"
"I'm a lawyer." I said nodding. "So the New York Times, eh?"
"Yeah." She looked at her watch. "I've got to go. Do you think we could have lunch tomorrow?"
The lunch question, yet this time it didn't sound so bad, it was definite. "Sure, where and what time?"
"How about Jacque's Bistro at 12?" She asked.
"Ok." I nodded.
"Well, see you then. Bye." She said waving.
"Bye." I replied and got back to book searching.
________
I walked out of Craving for Coffee the next morning, struggling to put on the plastic cap onto the hot cup full of steaming coffee.
Looking down, I saw my briefcase in one hand, and the cup with the cap popping off, in the other. It was war getting it to stay on, hold everything, and watch where I was going.
I carefully avoided everyone that got in my way until the cap finally got its way and popped onto the ground. I didn't want to litter, so I tried to bend down and get it, stopping in the middle of the side walk.
And then, great, I bumped into somebody. I dropped the coffee, which then splattered everywhere on the hard cement. But then I forgot about my briefcase. It snapped open, and just when I thought it wouldn't get worse, it did. A breeze came. All the confidential papers flew everywhere. The person I bumped into luckily helped pick them up. But as we reached for the same piece of paper, our heads bumped. I looked up and saw a familiar face.
"What are you doing here?"
~~~
That's Chapter One. I hope you like it. I'm hoping to keep the speaker a mystery until the last chapter, so that's why not a lot of names are used 'cause that would give it away. I may let out the secret of whether it's a guy or girl later, but not until the dating, ect. Oh, and don't worry, no more law stuff in the chapters to come.
If you read the chapter, thanks, if you skimmed to the bottom, well…anyway.
Till next time,
Melissa