CSI:DADDYS GIRL GONE BAD chapter1
"seriously dad, you sure i have to come with you?" i asked he nodded "sorry dear but joined custody what can i say?" i rolled my eyes and placed my head in my hand while spinning on
the rolling chair "honestly, id rather eat silly puddy than go to one of your stupid investigations!" i said truthfully, honestly, im not a ferensiscs girl, frankly, i hate my dads job, he works as
the head of csi, crime scene investigation, the #1 best crime investigation corperation in the country, like i kare tho, im following in my mothers foot steps, shes a poetic artist, i love
poetry, therfore i douldnt kare less about the freaks that examine dead bodies and take pee samples, gross see ya! but i geuss ive got no where else to go during the summer, my moms
on a bisnuss trip promoting her new poetry book, i wanted to go with her, but she said it was better for me to spend some quality time with my father- like thats possible its stupid its
insane i know, but i have to to evey crime scene he gets reported to, he thinks it'll give me my level i need in science, stupid rite? i dont even like or take science! altho it is interesting how
a bremuta effect can creat fire works! i stayed seated in the spinny chair until the last possible minnute, until i got up to join dad and his crew in the van, as we drove to the stupid crime scene,
i slouched i huffed why could i not think, oh yeah rite im in a stupid black van heading to some random dirt trail... i couldnt think when my happiness is at stake. The van pulled up to a stop, i rolled my eyes, i was right, we were in the middle of a dirt trail with a bunch of gang rape looking bikers. i got out and causiously looked around and walked slowly and watched these rapist looking dudes eye me as i walked by it was kinda freaky. I squinted as the wind blew my hair all over the place, i
wouldve triped if my dad wasnt standing there, caught my balance he chuckled at me "shut up..." i joked quietly to my dismay, or suprise, a sherrif walked up to us, and smiled half
heartedly "sherrif conroy, your with the crime scene investigation?" my dad nodded "the csi, names nick stokes, nice to meet you sherrif, so whats going on?" the sherrif looked around "well, we got a report of a stolen motorbike the other night, did some investigating, and caught the silly kid" my dad frowned "kid?" sherrif conroy nodded "we got him in the car, we
wanted to know if we should release him or confine him." my dad shrugged, "well im thinking if hes a kid he should be let off with a strong warning." he nodded over to his cop buddies
one pulled a 16 year old looking kid out of the police car, and walked him over, "you've been let off, this time, but next time it aint gonna be to easy." sherrif conroy said point blank, he
shrugged out of his grip, and glared "yeah whatever." the kid said argrily, i cringed poor kid, i hated cops and sherrifs, sure they kept most killers locked up and saved lives but still to drag
a hot, 16 year old kid into jail bisnuss that was pretty stupid of them. i kicked the ground sherrif looked at me, "so nick whos this?" conroy asked, my dad looked at me and back at sherrif,
"this is my daughter, Mikayla." he said the 'bad kid' looked up in suprised i dont know why, no joke, Mikayla stokes, its embarrassing somtimes, ya know being nick stokes daughter and all. but i'll live somtimes its not that bad, but it makes a big impression on a person! he nodded at me like he was silently hitting on me or something with
his look on his face, my dad caught it, but what made it worse was he heard my girly giggle, "ok its time to go i think." he said i looked at him i cossed my arms, i shot the kid a goodbye
look and jumped in the van and waited for my dad to finish talking to sherrif conroy then we headed back to the lab.
"Well that was a pointless trip" i said he rolled his eyes, "it may not have been important, but it was still work." he said, i rolled my eyes now "coarse it is..." i mummbled and walked out of the room to visit the one person who made sense in the stupid organization, cathrine willows. i walked into her marble office, "hey cathrine." she looked at me "hey kiddo, whats up?" i shrugged "the usual." i said she rolled her eyes "your dad all wrapped up in his work again?" i nodded "its like he never notices im there, i dont know, maybe thats half the reason what i
hate this job, this place, these people." i said glumly i sat on the gray couch in her office "hes just doin his job, sweety" i rolled my eyes "i know its important and i know hes doing it for
the people but cant he do it less, just a bit?", "do you now what would happin of he did his jobs less?", she asked "a lot of people would be killed" "you got it kiddo" i sighed, "im sorry
you know tho, its hard not having either parrents for the whole summer." she nodded "i can relate." she said i frowned "you can?" she sighed "long story, but heyy, you'd better get to
sleep, we all get up early in this institution if you forgot." i sighed "ya i know..." i wonder why she wouldnt tell me, oh well. i layed down on her couch and fell asleep.
2 hours later... it was 5am, a loud alarm blared threw the building, walking me up sending me flying face first to the floor, i groaned "what the hell?" i said mad, if you knew anything about me, IM NOT A MORNING PERSON! cathrine walked in, "sorry Mikayla but you need to get up we are all going on an important mission that just came up, they need us all there!" i rolled my eyes "ya whatever im coming..." it took me forever to get organized but heyy like i said im not a morning person! i was finnally loaded in the van and we all drove down a paved road... at
5am! we drove up to the la police station, witch was set on fire, i was gawking at it in surprise
for a minnute then i left to go sit on a bench in the parking lot i looked up to gaze at the burnt police station and my dad scoping it out as usual, my eyes scanned the scene and landed on a framiliar
face, hey its the motor bike kid! he looked at me i quickly averted my gaze down to my notebook agian, hoping he didnt see me looking at him. I looked up again to find him gone, i sighed of releif, and looked back down at my book, but before i knew it a shadow of a person blocked the light from my page, i looked up "holy shit!" it was him, and he scared the shit out of me! he just lighed a bit, i smiled "you scared me." i finally said looking at my book, "sorry, i didnt try to." i smiled "i didnt think you did." i said still staring at my book, he sat down next to me
on the bench, "watcha wrighting?" i shrugged "a poem." he nodded interested "about" i shrugged again, "i dont know, i cant seem to fin the right words to finish it..." he smiled "im sure
you'll figure it out. Do you plan to help the csis when your older like your dad?" i shook my head "no way, i wanna be a poet." he nodded impressed "cool." i smiled, glad that he didnt hate me for not wanting to take after my dad, exept for my mom and my friend, morgan, she lived in l.a, she'd visit the csi crime scene investigation lab once in a while to catch up during
the summer. "so, your names, Mikayla right?" i nodded he smiled "i dig the name, im Justin, Justin Bieber." i smiled "nice to meet you then, Justin, cute last name." he laughed a little as he looked
at his shoes, he looked back up at me "so, Mikayla, whats it like being a investigaters daughter?" i rolled my eyes "trust me, its not all that, its acually horrible, never get to spend anytime with your dad, having to watch helplessly as people pry at intestines, its not pretty..." he smiled, i felt my dads gaze, "Mikayla its time to leave!" he said loudly, i could tell its cuz i was talking to a 'bad boy' witch wasnt true he was actually sort of nice, he stood up and held his hand out i laughed i reahed out grabed his hand and he pulled me up, he smiled into my eyes, "well if it helps, i think being apart of the csi, is pretty wicked awsome, id kill to be a csi, and your very lucky to have a dad who works in a crime investigation corperation!" i smiled at least
one of us likes this stupid bogass get up! "well i gotta go but ill see you some other time then?" he smiled "sure, see ya Mikayla." he said i smiled "ya see ya later Justin." said turning
and walking away, i watched him walk away from inside the van, i smiled until he wasnt in my sight anymore "Mikayla you dont like that boy do you?" dad asked "no." i lied i actually kinda
did like him he wasnt bad, just, misunderstand hes not the worst bad kid ever! i layed back down to sleep when we got back to the lab, but before i did, I took some time to remember Justins perfect qualities he had everything and i loved it, i smiled at it while i slept...
(disclaimer: no, i dont own justin bi3ber... yet, no just kidding i dont own him at all, if i did i'd be one lucky bitch.)