Summary: Jason McCann was stopped that day instead of being shot and killed. He is brought into a holding cell while the police find a more permanent place for him to stay where he meets an odd girl, one only he can see. He soon falls for her as she sticks with him, and both lives are turned upside down.
Andy Allen was in an add situation: no one could see her and sometimes she could walk through solid objects. She is relieved when she finds a person who can see her, even if he is a delinquent in jail. She soon falls head over heels as both their lives get more and more confusing.
Now on with the story. Obviously I don't own CSI
She was surrounded by a never-ending black abyss. Suspended In a horrible nothingness. She was unable to speak, to feel, to taste, it was simply… empty. She was void of emotion. She was not scared or worried; she just was, existing but at the same time being non-existent. She couldn't remember what had happened or how she got there. It was like her mind was pushing the memories away. She didn't know where there was. She could remember certain things, for example her name and her life situation. Her name was Andy Allen, she was fifteen years old, and she happened to be an orphan. She lived in Nevada at the Maddison Sherwin permanent foster care house, her best friends name was Ria Heart and the last memory she could recall was of her and Ria walking home and then it all got fuzzy.
'How does a person end up like this?' She wondered, somehow still able to think. 'Am I dead?'
Time had no meaning in the strange place and she had no idea how long she was stuck there. It could have been years or it could have been hours. It didn't really make a difference.
After what could have been a long time she suddenly could feel again. Her emotions came rushing back and it was overwhelming. She felt all the emotions that she would have felt at the start. It felt as if she were get picked up and then it was like she was being squeezed through a small hole.
If it was possible her vision got even darker and she could feel a surface underneath her. Slowly, very slowly, she opened her eyes to a blinding light. Her eyes adjusted and she saw it was the sun.
She was lying on the sidewalk somewhere in the town she lived in. She knew she was still in Nevada and was relieved at the revelation; she probably wasn't far from the Maddison Sherwin.
A person she had never met before walked by her without so much as a glance her way.
Thinking that was strange she sat up. There were lots of people around her. They were acting like nothing odd was going on, like there wasn't a random girl sprawled out on the ground.
She stayed there like that for a minute, propped up on her elbows, waiting to see if anyone would notice. When no one did she started to panic. Why would no one look at her?
She looked down the street and saw a person walking straight at her. She stood up and waited to see what would happen and how the person would react.
The person looked right ahead, as if she weren't there, and as he got closer, she got more nervous.
She braced herself, expecting to be knocked to the ground, but the person walked right through her.
She screamed in shock and still no one noticed or even looked her way.
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed out loud in her anxiousness. "How is this happening? This isn't possible, stuff like this only happens in dreams!"
She pinched herself hard and felt pain, so she knew she wasn't dreaming. She noticed that when she touched herself she was solid, so she quickly walked over to the door to the general store and desperately tried to grab the handle. Her hand went right through. She took a deep breath and made to walk through the door completely, but instead she bounced off it and landed on her butt.
"Ow," She said holding her nose.
Inside the store she saw the owner look at the door in confusion and she knew that he had heard the impact, but he obviously didn't see her. He shrugged his shoulders and continued what he had been doing before.
Confusedly she got up and tried the doorknob again, but her hand went right through it.
She looked quizzically at her hand and hesitantly pressed it against the doors glass window. Her hand contacted the smooth surface and didn't go any further.
She sighed and let her arm fall to her side in resignation. She walked slowly down the street with her head bowed and her shoulders slumped, not even bothering to try and dodge the walking people, she just let them go right through her.
She had no idea what was going on with her, only that the situation seemed to have a mind of it's own, constantly changing like it was trying to confuse her. It was like she was a ghost, but it didn't feel like that. She was positive that if she were dead she would know. Ghosts didn't get amnesia, she would remember her last moments, at least she thought she would have, obviously she wouldn't know. It's not like scientists have ever studied them or anything. If there even were ghosts, not many people knew they existed and those who believed they did were written off as psychos.
Maybe they were more sane then people thought.
She guessed that she had walked over halfway through town before she even bothered to look up. She was near the police station and local library. She was looking around when she noticed a police car pull in with its lights on and several escorts. Curiously she walked closer and watched. Two policemen came out of the first car, which seemed to be the one with the most focus, and forcefully pulled the third person out of the car. The people in the other cars either surrounded them or went inside the building ahead of them. The third person that had been in the first car was in handcuffs and was probably not much older than she was. He had messy skater boy hair and narrowed angry brown eyes that, in her opinion, still looked soft even in his anger. He had on a simple hoodie with jeans that looked a little rumpled, but generally clean.
He looked up and scanned his surroundings through the small crowd of people. She had expected his eyes to go right over her, to literally look right through her just like everyone else, but instead his eyes locked with hers.
Her eyes widened in shock. He could see her.
His eyes now held confusion. He didn't understand her surprise. The policeman behind him roughly pushed him forward, for he had paused when they had stared at each other, and his eyes turned angry again. They practically dragged him inside and after the door was closed she scrambled after them. This time when she ran at the door she actually went through instead of hitting it head on. Once inside she watched as some policemen pull the boy into a back room with a few cells in it and slam the bars shut. Outside the room was in chaos. All the people were speaking at once and all the voices meshed together. In the room with the cells in it, it was nice and quiet. As they were locking the cell door she walked up and held on to one of the bars, leaning forward. She was glad that the bar was solid in her grip, and she watched him. He was looking at the policemen and then at her in bewilderment. He obviously was wondering why they acted as though she wasn't there.
"McCann! What are you looking at?" One of the policemen demanded harshly.
The boys head swerved to look at him, but instead of answering he just scowled. Both policemen smirked and left to the loud and crowded front room. They were now left alone in silence.
"Who are you and why is everyone ignoring you?" He asked after a few minutes of silent staring.
"Good. You really can see me." She confirmed happily.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"So what's your name?" She asked him ignoring his last question.
His eyes narrowed once again.
"You answer first." He said stubbornly.
"I'm Andy, Andy Allen." She replied.
"My names Jason McCann." He answered reluctantly.
"What did you do to cause such a ruckus?" She asked curiously.
"Why should I tell you?" He questioned angrily.
"Ok chill, you don't have to answer. I'm just naturally curious. It is pretty surprising to see a kid your age being dragged into a police station and stuffed into a cell. Although right now I prefer being in here. It's much quieter." She said evenly.
"You didn't answer my first question." He reminded her, still on guard for some unknown reason. It probably had to do with him being in a cell.
"I can't really answer it, because I don't really know." She said truthfully.
"Well then try." He pressed.
She sighed and sat down; he followed her actions, her outside the cell and him inside. She knew she could probably go through the bars if she tried hard enough, but she didn't want to freak him out.
"Ok, I'll try. I do have a few theories…"