A/N: I don't own CSI, the parent trap, or anything that isn't actually
mine. The only two things I claim are Amy and Ashley Sidle/Stokes. I
DEFINITELY don't own the FBI. Anyway...onto the story. This idea occurred to
me while I was at camp and I'm just now uploading it. I just thought it
would be cool. It's very abbreviated because I don't remember all of the
pranks pulled in the movie...and I'm a lazy bastard. Anyway, enjoy.
[The CSI Trap]
[[Chapter One: Clark County Outback Adventures Camp]]
Amy Sidle stepped off the plane at McCarran International Airport. "Ms. Sidle?" A suit-clad man holding up a sign stepped forward.
"Yes." She smiled at the chauffeur. He was a secret service agent and Amy knew it. Her mother was a big deal in the FBI and Amy had to be protected at all times.
"I'll take you to camp." He held out his hands to take her luggage.
Ashley Stokes waited as her Uncle Grissom pulled around with the car. "Hey." She climbed into the Denali. "Thanks for picking me up."
"Sure." Grissom smiled. He turned off the strop and pulled into the parking lot of Clark County Outback Adventures Camp. "Alright Ash, I'll see you in five weeks." He hugged her goodbye.
Ashley and Amy took an instant dislike to each other. Ashley thought Amy was stuffy and too sheltered and Amy thought Ashley was too wild. They played tons of pranks on each other, mostly harmless, but soon Ashley grew restless and wanted to do something big. So she enlisted her cabin mates' help. Late that night they crept into Amy's cabin and booby-trapped the entire place. Ashley took a shiny pair of scissors and held them to Amy's dark, shiny tresses. In one confident motion Ashley sliced off Amy's braid. "Go!" She hissed. Ashley was startled to see that Amy looked fairly similar to herself with short hair. The four girls raced out of the cabin to come face to face with Mrs. Mead, the camp director. "Mrs. Mead." Ashley stopped short.
"Amy." Mrs. Mead replied.
"Oh no." Ashley shook her head. "I'm Ashley. Amy's in the cabin." Mrs. Mead looked confused. "Uh, she's terribly ill."
"I'd best go check on her then."
Ashley stepped in front of the cabin door. "Uh, no. Highly contagious. You really shouldn't go in."
"Well, if she's sick, I really must. Now step aside." Reluctantly Ashley stepped aside and allowed Mrs. Mead to enter. Instantaneously the elder woman was doused in honey and feathers. Flour caked her face. "ASHLEY STOKES! AMY SIDLE! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" Amy had woken up and scrambled next to Mrs. Mead. "I don't know what this rivalry is with you two, but it has got to stop! You two will be locked in the isolation cabin until you work out your differences. Now!" She screamed.
Begrudgingly, a few hours later, Amy and Ashley entered the isolation cabin.
"This BITES!" Ashley exclaimed.
"Yeah." Amy flopped on her bed and pulled out a pack of fudge pop- tarts and marshmallow crème.
"Oh my gosh, you like pop-tarts and marshmallow crème too?" Ashley pointed to the food.
"Yeah, all my friends think it's gross."
"No way! It's the best ever!"
"I know!" Amy tossed a pack of pop-tarts to Ashley. Dig in."
(A/N: A friend at camp introduced me to the joys of s'mores pop-tarts dipped in marshmallow crème. The food there sucked so this was kind of our main staple. Yum yum.)
"So tell me about living on a ranch in Texas." Amy stared balefully newly shortened hair.
"I'm really sorry about your hair." Ashley winced.
"I'll fix it." Amy bit her lip.
"Here, let me do it." Ashley picked up a pair of scissors and a comb. "My neighbor owns a salon. I work there sometimes."
"Oh...Okay." Amy sat in a chair. "So tell me about Texas. Are your parents really cool? Did they give you a horse?"
"My dad did." Ashley nodded. "My mom left when I was little." Ashley looked down.
"Oh." Amy gasped as Ashley snipped off a lock of hair. "My parents split up too. My dad left when I was little."
"Does your mom ever talk about your dad?" Amy put down the scissors and hopped onto the table in front of Amy.
"No. Does your dad talk about your mom?"
"Nope. When I was five, I was looking in my dad's desk and I found this picture of my mom. It's all I know about her." She rummaged in her suitcase and pulled out a worn leather photo album. On the first page was a picture of a smiling dark-haired woman in jeans and a tee. She was laughing and smiling at the camera. "Her name is Sara." Ashley said softly.
"Oh my God." Amy gasped. She rummaged around in the desk until she found a photo. "This is the photo my mom gave me." She held it out for Ashley to see.
"That's my DAD." Ashley gripped the photo.
"And that's my mother." Amy tapped Ashley's photo. "So that means..."
"We're sisters." Ashley breathed.
"We're TWINS."
A/N: So that's the end of chapter one. But I've got the rest of the story all written, so I just have to post it. So click that little bluish-purple button to tell me if you want to read more... Also, the caps are supposed to be italics, but it never works, so I had to find another way to put emphasis on those words. I have no beta, anybody who feels like beta-ing my work would be much appreciated. Also, if anyone would like to write a round robin story, that would be so cool.
[The CSI Trap]
[[Chapter One: Clark County Outback Adventures Camp]]
Amy Sidle stepped off the plane at McCarran International Airport. "Ms. Sidle?" A suit-clad man holding up a sign stepped forward.
"Yes." She smiled at the chauffeur. He was a secret service agent and Amy knew it. Her mother was a big deal in the FBI and Amy had to be protected at all times.
"I'll take you to camp." He held out his hands to take her luggage.
Ashley Stokes waited as her Uncle Grissom pulled around with the car. "Hey." She climbed into the Denali. "Thanks for picking me up."
"Sure." Grissom smiled. He turned off the strop and pulled into the parking lot of Clark County Outback Adventures Camp. "Alright Ash, I'll see you in five weeks." He hugged her goodbye.
Ashley and Amy took an instant dislike to each other. Ashley thought Amy was stuffy and too sheltered and Amy thought Ashley was too wild. They played tons of pranks on each other, mostly harmless, but soon Ashley grew restless and wanted to do something big. So she enlisted her cabin mates' help. Late that night they crept into Amy's cabin and booby-trapped the entire place. Ashley took a shiny pair of scissors and held them to Amy's dark, shiny tresses. In one confident motion Ashley sliced off Amy's braid. "Go!" She hissed. Ashley was startled to see that Amy looked fairly similar to herself with short hair. The four girls raced out of the cabin to come face to face with Mrs. Mead, the camp director. "Mrs. Mead." Ashley stopped short.
"Amy." Mrs. Mead replied.
"Oh no." Ashley shook her head. "I'm Ashley. Amy's in the cabin." Mrs. Mead looked confused. "Uh, she's terribly ill."
"I'd best go check on her then."
Ashley stepped in front of the cabin door. "Uh, no. Highly contagious. You really shouldn't go in."
"Well, if she's sick, I really must. Now step aside." Reluctantly Ashley stepped aside and allowed Mrs. Mead to enter. Instantaneously the elder woman was doused in honey and feathers. Flour caked her face. "ASHLEY STOKES! AMY SIDLE! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" Amy had woken up and scrambled next to Mrs. Mead. "I don't know what this rivalry is with you two, but it has got to stop! You two will be locked in the isolation cabin until you work out your differences. Now!" She screamed.
Begrudgingly, a few hours later, Amy and Ashley entered the isolation cabin.
"This BITES!" Ashley exclaimed.
"Yeah." Amy flopped on her bed and pulled out a pack of fudge pop- tarts and marshmallow crème.
"Oh my gosh, you like pop-tarts and marshmallow crème too?" Ashley pointed to the food.
"Yeah, all my friends think it's gross."
"No way! It's the best ever!"
"I know!" Amy tossed a pack of pop-tarts to Ashley. Dig in."
(A/N: A friend at camp introduced me to the joys of s'mores pop-tarts dipped in marshmallow crème. The food there sucked so this was kind of our main staple. Yum yum.)
"So tell me about living on a ranch in Texas." Amy stared balefully newly shortened hair.
"I'm really sorry about your hair." Ashley winced.
"I'll fix it." Amy bit her lip.
"Here, let me do it." Ashley picked up a pair of scissors and a comb. "My neighbor owns a salon. I work there sometimes."
"Oh...Okay." Amy sat in a chair. "So tell me about Texas. Are your parents really cool? Did they give you a horse?"
"My dad did." Ashley nodded. "My mom left when I was little." Ashley looked down.
"Oh." Amy gasped as Ashley snipped off a lock of hair. "My parents split up too. My dad left when I was little."
"Does your mom ever talk about your dad?" Amy put down the scissors and hopped onto the table in front of Amy.
"No. Does your dad talk about your mom?"
"Nope. When I was five, I was looking in my dad's desk and I found this picture of my mom. It's all I know about her." She rummaged in her suitcase and pulled out a worn leather photo album. On the first page was a picture of a smiling dark-haired woman in jeans and a tee. She was laughing and smiling at the camera. "Her name is Sara." Ashley said softly.
"Oh my God." Amy gasped. She rummaged around in the desk until she found a photo. "This is the photo my mom gave me." She held it out for Ashley to see.
"That's my DAD." Ashley gripped the photo.
"And that's my mother." Amy tapped Ashley's photo. "So that means..."
"We're sisters." Ashley breathed.
"We're TWINS."
A/N: So that's the end of chapter one. But I've got the rest of the story all written, so I just have to post it. So click that little bluish-purple button to tell me if you want to read more... Also, the caps are supposed to be italics, but it never works, so I had to find another way to put emphasis on those words. I have no beta, anybody who feels like beta-ing my work would be much appreciated. Also, if anyone would like to write a round robin story, that would be so cool.