| Author's Notes: Hello minna!! Hope you like my new story....heh heh. I haven't read any like it, so I hope it isn't similar to anybody elses. If it is, I apologize. Gomen nasai, hehe!! Well, you should have gotten the jist of the story from the summary, so I'll start typing now!! Title: Something to Talk About Author: KaBunny E-mail: [email protected] Rating: PG (All my stories have the same rating, heh!) Disclaimer: Naoko-sama owns Sailor Moon (as if that should come as a BIG surprise) so worship her for inventing it, but worship me for writing this story (just joking....my stories don't even come close to anything I've ever read...-_-;) Serena twisted a blonde tendril as she walked through the aisles of books, searching. She finally got a day out of the Crime Lab and where did she go? The library to look for a cook book. See, Serena had never been a good cook, but she was tired of take-out. Today was the was the first of three days off that she had gotten in the four years she had been working as a 'Lab Rat' in the CSI Crime Lab and she was going to cook something without burning her apartment down. What most people didn't know about the beautiful blonde was she was a workaholic. She was a twenty-six year old full of life that lived her life for her career. If she wasn;t doing DNA samples in the lab, she was at home doing paperwork. Sure, she had a life once, when she was fifteen, but after her sophomore year in highschool she worked her butt off and received an early graduation. She then studied four years in college to become a Forensics Scientist. After a year of training, she joined the Philadelphia CSI Crime Lab to work in the lab. Because of her workaholic tendencies, she felt that she must always be 'on call', so she bought a cellphone that was now ringing furiously. "Davidson here," she answered her phone, after searching for it. "Serena Brooke Davidson! Why didn't you call me?!" the woman on the other end yelled. "The office called here looking for you and told me you have three days off! How come you haven;t come up to visit your father and I?!" "I love you too, Mom," Serena muttered, sarcastically. "It's only three days. That's not enough time to fly up to Maine. I have a lot better things to do than fly up to the middle of nowhere." She had pulled out a book and began to absentmindedly look through it. "Of course it's not! That's why I asked your boss to let you have an extra week off," Ilene gleefully chimed into the phone. "You what?!" Serena yelled, causing everyone in the library who could see her to turn around and stare. Serena, letting her shy side get the better of her anger, walked to the back of the library. She whispered, "You what?" "I simply told your boss that we haven't seen you in awhile and you never get out to meet anyone. So, I asked him to give you an extra seven day leave of absence. And he granted it, so I ordered you a ticket for tonight," Ilene beamed. She could hardly contain her excitement. "Mother!!" Serena continued to whisper. Tensing her muscles was all she could do to prevent herself from grinding her teeth. "You know I have way too much to do here! I can;t just pack up my life and leave." "I know, Serena dear. But, you know, I worry." "What is there to worry about?" "You're twenty six years old and you haven;t even *met* anyone. You live in your lab or you're always doing paperwork. You don't even take the *time* to meet anyone because you never go anywhere! You live in a big city *and* you never come or call home!" Ilene roared. "What's a worried mother suppose to think?! Now! I want you on that 3:00 flight this afternoon and your cousin Mina will pick you up from the airport! Do I make myself clear?!" "Yes, mother," Serena muttered. "Don't 'yes mother' me! Be here!" Ilene then hung up on her daughter. Serena was completely shocked because Ilene never hung up on anyone, even telemarketers. Serena sighed and clicked her phone shur, only to place it back into her purse. The random recipe book was open to 'Irish Stew'. Serena just shurgged and closed the book. She place dit back ont he shelf and wandered ouit of the library. |
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