Info: Grissom tells how he met Sara, and we start to get a glimpse into the characters childhood.
"So..." Catherine smiled at Grissom. The others followed, bar Sara, who had left the room.
Grissom looked up from his impecably clean mug. He had rinsed it a total of 17 times, in a now failed attempt at staying out of this conversation. "What?" He asked, as though he had heard nothing of the conversation. In reality, he had heard every word.
"So, what was she?"
Grissom paused, "She wasn't anything in particular. She ur, ranged from Cooltrainer to Flower girl.
Anything went with her."
"When did you guys meet?"
A young Gil Grissom stepped out of the door, elated, for he had beaten Misty Waterflower. The warm Johto sun beamed down on him. He looked into the sky, and smiled.
"You finally beat her then?" A voice giggled from behind.
Grissom turned, on his heel, shocked. Before him stood a girl, with a lime green bicycle. She had hazel eyes, and jet black, poker straight hair. She smiled at Grissom.
"I was watching you. This is the third day you've come to try and beat her in a row, isn't it?"
Grissom was confused. How did this girl know so much about him? He stuttered, as his voicebox tried to produce some sort of witty comeback. Nothing came out. His face was about to turn red. He could feel the blood rushing, rushing to his cheeks..
"But then I wouldn't be surprised. I mean Weedle! Why on earth would you choose Weedle as you main Pokemon?"
Grissom could take comments towards himself, but when it came to his Pokemon, things were different. "There is nothing wrong with a Weedle." He internally smiled at his own confidence. "Anyway, how did you beat her?"
The girl elegantly twisted her bike 90Ë to reveal a wicker basket on the back of it.
"That's a new one! You beat her with a bicycle basket? Boy, am I tackling this the wrong way!" Grissom remarked, sarcastically, and with ever-growing assuredness.
"No silly" The girl reached into the basket. "With my Torchic!"
Grissom leaned back on the banister of the gyms stairs. His confidence had now progressed to borderline arrogance; "Now that's just ludicrous! Wow. And I was beginning to think you were smart! You really expect me to believe that you beat a trainer that specialises in water Pokemon with Torchic, a, a Fire type?" That's what he said anyway. But had he not been so intimidated by the prettygirl before him, he would have been more likely to question how she came to acquire a Torchic this far away from Hoenn.
"Really!" She replied. "I'm ashamed. Pokemon 'type' isn't the only factor in a battle! Individual Pokemon strength, Pokemon abilities, the trainers choice of moves, pure luck, and me being a better trainer than Misty are all are integral parts in a Pokemon battle. Anything, even down to how you're Pokemon feels that day can determine how a match plays out."
The young Grissom looked at the girl, in total awe.
Not for her perceptive inteligence.
Not for her childish but classic beauty.
But for her sheer and obvious passion for Pokemon.
He was stunned into silence.
TO BE CONTINUED...