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Hello all! me and gregsanders have written a little something, and we hope you enjoy! ----------------------------- Detective 3rd Lulu Augusta Messer Birthdate:April 15,1983 Born: Staten Island,NY Early life Lulu Messer is the daughter of Isbella Messer who is known for her wild...

(you guys, im giving up Lindsay. -not like it really matters, i didnt really have that much to do with her anyhow. i've given her to csiadict11. -take care of her! bye)

WOW! v good! i've been reading it, and i think your a v gifted man! please update!

(WTF? i was gone for one night, i have to sleep people, and you peoples played lindsay like she was yours for the keeping? ok, im gonna ask for you guys not to do that please. please!)

Lindsay was frozen still like a deer at headlights, for no more then 2-3 seconds. she looked at her mother with jsut as much anger as Cathrine did her, "MOM!" she raised her voice. "i am NOT going back to that hell hole you send me to every day!" she staired into her moms eyes. "Leave me alone...

Lindsay looked at Sara with a big smile, then decided to get serious if she HAD to tell the truth. "he sluged me across the face!" she said completly lying. "so i broke his nose..." -that part was true. "then he pulled by hair and spit in my face!" again, lying. "so i kicked him in the shin...

Lindsay was surprized at Sara, she thought she'd get another lecture, but instead this. She smiled. "um," she looked back at Sara, wondering how she was gonna tell her how she beat the sh*t out of some younger kid at school. "-me and... BOB, had a disagreement today?" she hopped that would cover...

"uh... sara? why are you mad at me?" she asked. She looked away from sara, "i was just trying to get away from the big blabbering dumb ape people call a princible." she said rolling her eyes. "god, what is with that guy?" she said looking up at Sara

(ok, im now going to attemt what me and mini catherine have been talking about... just to let you guys no, its only to get things moving some k? here we go...) Lindsay walked, ran out of the school, and knew exactly where she wanted to go... the lab. She didnt know why, she didnt really want to...

Back at the school Lindsay was sitting in the princibles office listening to a very long and boaring lecture. She looked over to the kid that was holding an ice pack up to his face. She smirked. The princible caught the smirk, and rose to his feet after sitting on his desk while talking. Lindsay...

butt! grissom jumped with a squeel. Nick let out a long...

The princible gave Lindsay a look, and she sighed. She had a fear that Werrick would do what he did, give the phone to her mother, but she didnt really think he would do that. She got mad at him. The princible sighed, and then spoke into the phone. "uh, yes. Mrs. Willows? this is Mr. Zondervan...

Lindsay was at school while all this went on, -at school in a fight. this wasnt the first time she was in a fight. she didnt like fighting, but at times this is just something she felt like she had to do. Mid way through the fight, her and the other kid got split up by the yard-duty, and both...

Lindsay nodded her head and walked over to the seats that were in the hall, and she sat down. She looked around and began to think about the night so far, and just how filled it was. She saw greg pull out his cell, and call gil.

Lindsay looked up at him with a big smile, "yes greg?" she smiled.

Lindsay looked weirdly at Greg, "ok then..." she looked around. "so now what? wheres gil? is he still at the hospital? when do i get to meet his daughter?" she looked at greg, "yes, i just found out to."

Lindsay shrugged her sholders, "i dunno, i know for one thing i wouldnt have let him call me that. i would have put up a fight." she said looking at her mother then back at greg. (i hope im not to to late)

right, thanks.

hey! my older brothers name is J, but he is exactly like greg! the hair, the additude, the brains and the 'girls cant keep their hands off me' thing. he also never turns off his raido. (sorry i just jumped in, i just had to say...)

hey, i was thinking... you really have to right a story where everyone is alive, and post it! cause your a very nice wrighter!