Albert
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, The Sixth Sense, or any other work which may bear a resemblance, intentional or otherwise, to this work.
Rating: T
A/N: This is something a bit different from my usual shippy stuff. Still a work in progress, so feedback would be very welcome – I want to know if I should continue with this. Also, I have a flatmate called Alberto. He is a very nice guy and bears absolutely no resemblance whatsoever to 'Albert'.
Chapter 1: The Prologue
"Tommy!"
"Yes mom?"
"What the hell happened to my new rug?"
"It wasn't me, mom. It was Albert."
"Albert your imaginary friend Albert?"
"Yeah."
"Tommy, this has got to stop. I swear, that 'friend' of yours is outta control."
"I know, mom. I asked him to stop but he won't listen."
"Go to your room."
"But, mom-"
"Just go."
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"Tommy!"
"Yes mom?"
"How could you? How could you put Fluffy in the oven? If I hadn't come in here the gas would've killed her!"
"It wasn't me, mom. It was Albert."
"Albert is not real. This has gone too far, Tommy."
"I'm sorry, mom. I tried-"
"Shut up!"
"But mom-"
"I don't want to hear any more. Just get out of my sight."
"But mom-"
"I said go!"
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"It's gone too far, Steve. This whole thing has gotten totally out of control."
"You're right honey, but what can we do? You've talked to him, I've talked to him, we've tried every punishment we can think of."
"What about corporal punishment?"
"You mean smack him? I thought we agreed we weren't going to raise our kids like that."
"I know Steve, but I don't know what else to do. He has to be stopped. What if he does something to the baby?"
"Amy? Karen, that's ridiculous. Tommy would never hurt-"
"He put Fluffy in the oven, Steve. He turned on the gas. If I hadn't heard her meowing-"
"Okay, okay. Look, maybe we should try something else. I've been thinking: maybe a psychologist could help."
"A psychologist? He's not crazy Steve."
"He tried to gas the cat and claimed it was his imaginary friend. You can't tell me that's normal. C'mon Karen. What have we got to lose?"