This came out of nowhere and hit me in the side of the head. After recovering from my minor concussion, I decided to put it up. Reviews are LOVED here on my computer. So send the love.
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Mrs. Decone
It's not that I hate them. They really are nice people. They're just..How do you put it? Odd. They look like the perfect couple. She's a really beautiful woman. He is adorable. At first I thought that he might bring some 'fun' to the neighborhood, if you know what I mean.
When they moved in to the old Grihman house across the way from my husband and I, I was excited. It wasn't everyday that you got new neighbors, you know? Expecially ones who seemed so... interesting at first. As soon as the moving truck had pulled away, I went over to say 'Hello' while my lazy ass husband sat on the couch. I really had tried to pry him up off the couch to greet them.
Once I had reached the door, the man opened it.
"Hello. My name is Abigal Decone, and I live across the street," I extended my hand, "You can call me Abby."
"Hello Abby, My name is Gil Grissom. It's nice to meet you."
He took my hand and shook it lightly. Just then the brunette walked up behind him.
"Who's that?"
"Sara, I'd like you to meet Abigal Decone. She lives across the street. Abby this is Sara Sidle."
Sara took my hand a little harder than Mr. Grissom. As soon as she looked at him, I knew that I had no chance at this man.
"You can call me Abby," my mother had taught me to be polite.
"Abby, it was nice to meet you, but if you don't mind, we need to get some rest before we go to work."
His had taught him too. After goodbyes, I walked back across the street, wondering, 'Who the hell sleeps in the middle of the day?'
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Mr. Julo
Sara Sidle, she said her name was. I have seen a lot of pretty girls at my age, but she was one who was truly beautiful. In the morning, when I was getting my paper, I saw her pull up and exit the car in a huff.
After she had gotten inside, I had noticed that she left something on the ground. Walking over, I picked up folder all marked up with the cop emblem. So, a cop, huh?
We could use some cop protection out here. God knows that that Abbster across the street is crazy. The other day she was running around screaming about her cat. The damn thing had run out of the house. Yep, total nutjob. I'm not saying I'm completely sane. No one is.
So, I picked up the thing and I brang it up the door, knockin'. She opened the door in a hurry.
I waved my hand at her and introduced myself, "My names Todd Julo, I live right over there, and I noticed that you musta forgotten this thing there in the car park. Didn't want it to get ruined, so thought I'd bring it to ya."
"Thank you. I'm Sara Sidle."
"Sara Sidle, it's a pleasure meetin' ya."
Glancing over her shoulder, I saw things. Pictures. Vile pictures, like the men from the war. That was one gory war, it was. I could tell you stories that if you weren't there, you'd think impossible. No sir. I seen things like that, and to think that this little lady looked at those kind of things made me feel for her. It wasn't something good, to go places with things like that in your head. It gets to ya, believe me. One of my buddies, he done blew his head off cause of the haunts those things brang.
I looked back at her with a different viewing. She musta been strong to be doing that. I was glad she got that guy to lean on, cuz sometimes you need someone to lean on, can't take everything, ya know.
"Mr. Julo, It really was nice for you to bring me this, but if you don't mind, I'd like to go to sleep now."
She did look awfully tired.
"Sure, but girl, promise me something. If you ever need to talk 'bout stuff, you come on over. I seen things, nasty things, like that," I pointed over her shoulder.
She turned, not realizing that she had left the pictures out.
"I will. If I ever need to talk, I will," she promised and we went out seperate ways.
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Gum Riken
Me and my friends, we hang out all the time. We bring my dog with us too, and he loves coming along. My little sister always wants to come. We try to tell her that she isn't big enough, but she never understands and then she throws a hissy fit and my parents make us take her.
Well, one day, we were walking down the street and she dropped her barbie doll. She started crying and yelling for one of us to kiss it. Of course, we all refused. Who would want to kiss her ugly stupid doll anyway. Mr. Grissom came out of his house and my sister decides to run up to him.
"Kiss my dolly? She fell and got owie," She all but demanded. Me and my friends watched as he looked at the doll then back at my sister with a confused and amused look. His wife came out of the house and went over to the other car there. At least I thought it was his wife. Old people aren't allowed to have girlfriends.
When she looked up she saw Mr. Grissom and my sister with her doll outstreched and walked over.
"Hi."
"My dollie got an owie."
"Oh."
Both of them got the same look and I guess they never had to deal with little sisters before.
"Do you...want a band aid?" She tried.
"No! You have to kiss it am make it better."
"Oh."
Mr. Grissom came in again, "Which part of the doll is the 'owie'?"
Me and my friends smiled. This was hilarious. This two knew absolutely nothing about little sisters? Where were they raised, isolated rooms? Seeing this guy with his distinguished suit saying something like 'owie' in such a way.
"This one," my sister pointed to the knee.
"And you want me to kiss it?"
"Both of you."
"Come on Gil, I think you can manage. I get owies all the time," Mrs. Grissom smirked at him. It's kinda funny that grownups get boo boos and still call them owies.
"You do?" My sister was in awe.
"Yes I do."
"Does he kiss them and make them better?"
"Yes he does."
"Then why can't he make my dollie better."
"He hasn't kissed the owie first. Then she'll be better."
"It's a he," my sister corrected. Yes. My sister had a girl barbie doll which had a sex change. She had cut out clothes for it from my jeans and cut it's hair so that there was nothing left. But, hey, that was my sister.
The two exchanged glances and were trying as hard not to laugh at the situation as we were.
Mr. Grissom took the doll and kissed its knee.
"All better."
"Not yet."
"What?"
"She gotta kiss it."
"Oh. Sara?"
"Okay."
Mrs. Grissom took the doll from him and kissed its knee also.
"Ewww!" My sister yelled.
"What?" Mrs. Grissom looked scared.
"Now you got his COOTIES!"
Mrs. Grissom contorted her face into a smirk, "I...uh...I just don't know what to say to that. Gil?"
Mr. Grissom had the same smirk that she just had on and just shook his head, bending down.
"Where do you live?"
"There," She pointed.
"Is that your brother over there?"
"Yes. He wouldn't kiss my dollie so I had to come ova here."
"Why don't you go back over there because we have to go to work."
"Really? You guys work in the moon?"
"Yes."
"Like Vamprires?"
"No."
"I'm going home! Don't eat me!" My sister yelled and ran back to us were she his behind me.
"Sorry!" I called back.
"It's okay," he called back and sayed something to his wife which made her laugh as they both got into their cars.
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Andrew Leberman
The people who just moved in are nut jobs. They work during the night, and when their off, they have their friends over and screaming at the top of their lungs.
Like last month they brought home this guys at lunchtime who was obviously drunk as hell. And it was Thursday. My day off. I was sitting on my chair half asleep when I hear the guy yelling something. Woke me up and I went to the window. The guy was running around the front yard yelling. Hell, I grabbed a beer and headed outside to watch the festivities.
The two who live there, that old guy and the brunette who is mighty fine, where trying to block him off. The guys that was in the front yard had on this crazy rockin outfit and spiked bleached hair.
Funny as hell. He was yellin, "Red rover red rover!" But couldn't remember the rest of the song. He jumped at the old man and he went tumblin over. The babe comes over yellin, "Gil! Greg, get off him!"
So the guys, Greg, I guess. Hey, I ain't that stupid, he gets up and then passes out just as he gets all the way up. This time he just landed on the ground. By this time, the other two are getting up and just stand there looking at him. They finally drag him up to the door and inside.
So, everything is uneventful for maybe three, four hours. Then, I hear the guy screaming, all the way over here, and he's screamin, "GRISSOM! SARA! What the HELL!" And it's funny as hell because he don't remember what the hell hapened. I go to the window and I see him slammin out the front door. He just stops and looks around with that 'where the hell am I' expression that some of us know so well.
The babe comes out in her robe, it's nice shit too, and comes over to him.
I can hear them clear now because I moved outside and I can hear them and he's sayin
"Where the hell am I? Is this a nightmare?"
And she's like, "Greg, please calm down and come inside. Gil and I can explain."
"GIL? See! I wasn't crazy! Call Catherine and tell her that I'm not crazy! I KNEW that you called Grissom Gil at a scene! I win the pool!"
And the guy starts joggin around the front yard with his hands up, like the victory dance. But then the old guy comes to the door with no shirt on, and is like, come inside, and they do.
I swear, It's funny as hell. What the hell do I even need a TV for anymore.
A/N- This has been sitting on my computer so I thought that I would give it to you guys. Click the little button and say thankyou!
Rozz