A little strawberry blond girl was sitting on a frontporch, probably of her parents house next to a sixty-something-year old woman.

Cuirous she asked the older woman, "When did you fall in love for the first time, grandma?"

A few seconds later the Lady explained, "well Trish, it's a long story, but since it's 3pm, I guess we both have enough time. So you wanna hear it completely?"

"Yea, of course, please"

"Well a long time ago, I was in my early twenties, which sure is a long time ago," she smirked, "I had a boyfriend and worked in a nightclub, and I was happy, at least I thought I was. One day I went to work and a few hours later my best friend was murdered. After the first shock there was an officer who asked me the usual stuff and then he asked if I'd mind if a crime scene investigator would ask me some more questions. Of course I agreed, if it would help to find my friend's killer. Then a few minutes later there he was,"

she paused, trying to remember the exact feeling, "he looked awesome, and after we talked a few minutes I knew he is pretty nice, and has a brilliant mind too, well, I told that I'd be a lab tech in a few weeks and he was kinda thrilled, well, he asked if he could help me studying and usually I didn't say yes to a complete stranger and I had a boyfriend too. But I said yes, without hesitation."

"What happened, did you leave your boyfriend?"

"No I didn't, I should have but I did not. Well we met and he helped me a lot and we became very good friends, and he was even there on my wedding. He was there when your mum was born. And he was there for me when I got divorced, and when my exhusband died."

"So best friends? Did you never wanted more then friendship?"

"Sure I did, the moment I greeted him the first time in the club. Everything smelled like blood and death. The walls of the club where nightblue, the room was very high and I felt a little lost there, always. But with him, everything around us wasn't there. He wore a white shirt and blue jeans, that kinda James Dean style, but I'm sure you never heard of James Dean."

"No I didn't"

"Well anyway, and he had that cute smile I fell in love with right there. Well I was always in love with him, but I was scared of losing him. And well, yea, that was the first and last time I ever fell in love with someone-"

She was stopped by another voice, "Catherine Joanne Grissom, could you and Trish please come in, I'm not calling you a fifth time to dinner"

She gave the little girl a funny look, "Sure, Mr. Perfect"

"I'm not Mr. Perfect"

The little girl interjected, "Sure you are grandpa Gil"

"Am not"

"Yes you are Gilbert Anthony Grissom, don't argue or your tarantula sleeps in the garden"

"Well fine... so let's enjoy the few days we have with Trish before Linds and Greg are kidnapping her again"

"Bon appetit"

END