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NCIS: Love Is Still In Death
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Hey, my name is Anthony DiNozzo, but my friends call me Tony. You know, Tony spelled backwards is "y not". I'm 43 years old and I want to be in relationship with Special Agent Ziva David.
McGee is in a relationship; I know, I'm shocked, too. I mean, how in the hell does the Probie, be in a relationship before me? Anyway, McGee is in a relationship with our Forensic Scientist, Abby Schuito. Gibbs is in a relationship with our Director, Jenny Shepard. He keeps reminding us about his rule number twelve; never date a co-worker, and there he goes dating our Director.
If I said that to his face, I would get a slap in the back of the head. Don't worry its normal. It a way he show his love for me. I mean, I am his favorite, right?
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It was a beautiful morning in D.C. At NCIS, Gibbs was in Jenny's office talking to her, McGee is in Abby's lab doing who knows what, and I was trying to aggravate the hell out of Ziva.
"Have you ever seen The Bourne Trilogy with Matt Damon?" I said i
Short Story Challenge W1: Special DeliverySpecial delivery
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" The sound of his alarm clock beeping roused Timothy McGee from his sleep, and he groaned tiredly, groping around for the offensive little thing. However, his drowsy brain had trouble coordinating things for him and he didn't find his clock in time for it to auto-snooze, causing him to withdraw his hand under the covers again and sleep on.
When it started blaring again only three seconds later, he sat up, wide awake. That wasn't his alarm clock, it was his cellphone. And that caller ID caused his heart to instantly take on an adrenalin-fed rhythm
"Get your butt over here, McGee, we've got a situation. One hour. *click*" His boss, Jethro Gibbs, was not a man of many words, but the power in the few words he did use was immense. Fifteen minutes later saw an edgy man in his car. He had brushed his teeth in the shower the aftermath of which he'd clean up later, he muse
Amanda the Balloon GirlAmanda the Balloon Girl
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It was my first day at Gremlin's toy shop. I had always wanted to work with children, so this was a big thing, and even though I was going to have to start at the bottom doing menial and probably humiliating tasks I was really looking forward to it.
I was now sitting in an ancient-looking, clean but dimly-lit wood-panelled room with an antique looking oak desk behind which sat an antique looking oak gentleman in a tweed suit. This contrasted with the public part of the shop, which was trendy and modern, all chrome and glass with the latest gadgets for children everywhere.
"Welcome Amanda, I hope you enjoy your first day. You know, we're all one big, happy family here and I'm sure you'll fit in well."
Everything about the man, including his upper class tones and demeanour indicated that he was clearly used to an earlier, more paternal age of employee relations. I was a little worried that he would have similarly outdated attitudes to younger femal