This isn't a timeline story Gilbert is three and this is my first try at fanfiction, so please be gentle!
All CSI characters owned by CBS except for Grissom Junior, he's mine, I hope!
Hello my name is Gilbert Arthur Grissom Junior and this is my story, I was born three years ago in San Francisco to my mother Sara who was all alone at the time of my arrival, as I grew up Mommy kept making references to my father whom she wanted to either strangle for the lack of help or kiss him senseless, neither of which I understand about as I'm only three. Anyway after turning three that August I started kindergarten, I liked it lots painting was my favourite and all I seemed to paint were bugs and butterflies then one day after Mom picked me up from kindergarten she asked me if I'd like to visit my father in Las Vegas. "And Gilly bear that would mean missing a few sessions at kindergarten, are you sad?" asked Mommy "no Mommy see Daddy!" I squealed happily from my car seat and two days later I was in Mommy's second home Las Vegas.
After we arrived we hopped into a taxi our cases too then Mommy told the driver where to go "Las Vegas Crime Lab please" and off we went, we sped along then pulled up outside the lab got out with our cases and in we walked, once indoors Mommy left the cases with a lady she knew and the lady was crying not sad tears but happy ones. Mommy got a hug and the lady handed us two badges with the word Visitor on them, once they were on and sitting in Mommy's arms off we walked to find Daddy. We walked straight to Daddy’s office he wasn’t there so off we went again to the Break room as Mommy calls it, “look Gilly there’s Daddy!” she said to me and pointed him out to me “down down” I said to Mommy and she put me down then I pushed the door open and in I ran yelling “Daddy!”, straight towards him hopped onto his lap and he got real scared of me. I looked over at Mommy wondering what I’d done started to cry then I jumped off of Daddy’s lap and hid behind Mommy shaking, both Mommy and Daddy started to shout at each other and I heard “Nick get him out of here” from Daddy and Nick quickly rushed me out of the room.
“I’ll take you to get a snack from the machine then maybe we can sort all this out?” said Nick, we got the snack and I got taken back into Daddy’s office to eat it sitting in his chair! “is Sara your Mom?” asked Nick and I nodded my reply round my straw, “and is Griss your Daddy?” he said slightly scared “who’s Griss?” I asked and I did the eyebrow thing that always makes Mommy laugh “oh my g word you are!” he exclaimed, I put my carton of juice down and introduced myself “I’m Gilbert Arthur Grissom Junior and I’m three” I stuck my hand out for Nick to shake in greeting which he did but he’d gone a funny colour “Nick ill?” I said “no I’m fine Gilbert” and so I carried on with my snack. When I finished my snack Nick and I had a look round Daddy’s office then played Tick Tac Toe together (Nick was letting me win) and as I was concentrating on my next move I was woken up by something bleeping, Nick removed the object from his belt and scowled at it “Gilbert buddy you’re wanted back in the break room” I felt very nervous now and I want my Mommy.
I was in Nick’s arms and we walked back to the break room together, he opened the door I got put down and ran straight to Mommy as I knew that Daddy doesn’t like me, I looked at Daddy and he’d been crying I could tell by his red face “Gilly bear aren’t you going to say hello to your Daddy?” asked Mommy “no Mommy he doesn’t like me!” I snapped “I do Gilbert, I love you!” and he started to cry, I stared at Daddy tears streaming down his face only they got stopped by the fluff on his face “Daddy sad?” I asked “no Gilbert I’m happy, I have a son!” he opened up his arms for a cuddle and I ran into them, lot’s of cuddles then we had a tickle fight! I was so tired that I ended up falling asleep on Daddy’s chest Zzzzzzzz.
All CSI characters owned by CBS except for Grissom Junior, he's mine, I hope!
Hello my name is Gilbert Arthur Grissom Junior and this is my story, I was born three years ago in San Francisco to my mother Sara who was all alone at the time of my arrival, as I grew up Mommy kept making references to my father whom she wanted to either strangle for the lack of help or kiss him senseless, neither of which I understand about as I'm only three. Anyway after turning three that August I started kindergarten, I liked it lots painting was my favourite and all I seemed to paint were bugs and butterflies then one day after Mom picked me up from kindergarten she asked me if I'd like to visit my father in Las Vegas. "And Gilly bear that would mean missing a few sessions at kindergarten, are you sad?" asked Mommy "no Mommy see Daddy!" I squealed happily from my car seat and two days later I was in Mommy's second home Las Vegas.
After we arrived we hopped into a taxi our cases too then Mommy told the driver where to go "Las Vegas Crime Lab please" and off we went, we sped along then pulled up outside the lab got out with our cases and in we walked, once indoors Mommy left the cases with a lady she knew and the lady was crying not sad tears but happy ones. Mommy got a hug and the lady handed us two badges with the word Visitor on them, once they were on and sitting in Mommy's arms off we walked to find Daddy. We walked straight to Daddy’s office he wasn’t there so off we went again to the Break room as Mommy calls it, “look Gilly there’s Daddy!” she said to me and pointed him out to me “down down” I said to Mommy and she put me down then I pushed the door open and in I ran yelling “Daddy!”, straight towards him hopped onto his lap and he got real scared of me. I looked over at Mommy wondering what I’d done started to cry then I jumped off of Daddy’s lap and hid behind Mommy shaking, both Mommy and Daddy started to shout at each other and I heard “Nick get him out of here” from Daddy and Nick quickly rushed me out of the room.
“I’ll take you to get a snack from the machine then maybe we can sort all this out?” said Nick, we got the snack and I got taken back into Daddy’s office to eat it sitting in his chair! “is Sara your Mom?” asked Nick and I nodded my reply round my straw, “and is Griss your Daddy?” he said slightly scared “who’s Griss?” I asked and I did the eyebrow thing that always makes Mommy laugh “oh my g word you are!” he exclaimed, I put my carton of juice down and introduced myself “I’m Gilbert Arthur Grissom Junior and I’m three” I stuck my hand out for Nick to shake in greeting which he did but he’d gone a funny colour “Nick ill?” I said “no I’m fine Gilbert” and so I carried on with my snack. When I finished my snack Nick and I had a look round Daddy’s office then played Tick Tac Toe together (Nick was letting me win) and as I was concentrating on my next move I was woken up by something bleeping, Nick removed the object from his belt and scowled at it “Gilbert buddy you’re wanted back in the break room” I felt very nervous now and I want my Mommy.
I was in Nick’s arms and we walked back to the break room together, he opened the door I got put down and ran straight to Mommy as I knew that Daddy doesn’t like me, I looked at Daddy and he’d been crying I could tell by his red face “Gilly bear aren’t you going to say hello to your Daddy?” asked Mommy “no Mommy he doesn’t like me!” I snapped “I do Gilbert, I love you!” and he started to cry, I stared at Daddy tears streaming down his face only they got stopped by the fluff on his face “Daddy sad?” I asked “no Gilbert I’m happy, I have a son!” he opened up his arms for a cuddle and I ran into them, lot’s of cuddles then we had a tickle fight! I was so tired that I ended up falling asleep on Daddy’s chest Zzzzzzzz.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a tree
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the top you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this day those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
next chapter "The pookie Returns"