That night, after we had returned from the office, I was sitting in my room, brushing my hair out. I was wearing an ocean blue sweater and a black pencil skirt with some purple suede flats. My uncle knocked on the door.
"You look pretty,"
"Thank you," I put my brush down and pulled my wavy chestnut and auburn hair back with a headband.
"This for your date with McGee?"
"Yes, Uncle, do you mind?"
"No. I think he's just your type, actually. Now, if you were going out with DiNozzo, I'd disown you." That made me laugh.
"I'd never go out with Tony, Uncle,"
"Good." Instead of smacking me on the back of the head, he leaned over and kissed me o
The Weapons of Mass Seduction's locker room was quiet. Ashley was watching an episode of CSI on her iPod, Gemma was passed out from a sugar crash, and Rina was behind her desk reading a thick book, her feet propped up. Randy Orton prepared himself in the hallway, he had the magic bottle in his pocket, he knew it worked, he'd used a large amount of the same to dose Rina some years ago, and they ended up sleeping together that night. He knocked on the door lightly, and was answered by Rina
"Come in!" He walked in, grinning smugly. "Oh God, it's you,"
"Nice to see you too, Rina baby,"
"Don't call me baby. Now what in the hell do you want?" Ri
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I can still feel you across my skin. There's too much hidden behind your insatiable smile and your strong arms, too many words forgotten in the moonlight and failing to reach beyond my lips.
Even in my dreams I imagine you sitting on my roof, dusting your hands of stardust and smiling so brightly that the moon might stay out an hour too long.
But all of this was never meant to be, you say, because the clock raced too slowly and I grew impatient.
You were always like a scared little boy, still clinging to the legs of your mother and pouring your faith into the material around you. I could see it in your chocolate candy shop eyes that you we
I waited impatiently in the elevator next to my Uncle Leroy, I didn't like the whole 'take the niece to work' day thing.
"Ready, Bren?" he said.
"As I'll ever be, Agent Gibbs," I smiled. He looked over at me and slapped the back of my head as the doors opened.
"Boss?" A guy with coffee cup asked.
"It's nothing, DiNozzo," Uncle said. I stumbled out of the elevator, playing up the 'injury.' "Suck it up, Bren," Uncle laughed. He always called me Bren. The man holding the coffee cup held his hand out to me.
"Anthony DiNozzo, beautiful,"
"Demetria Gibbs," I shook his hand, taking care to put pressure on his hand. He grimaced.
"This is my n
Jeff covered his mouth with his hand, trying desperatly not to laugh. Peanut growled, red in the face from the embarrassment.
The purple boy stood in front of the taller man, a bright green patch of fluff in his hand.
"P...Peanut...? How, hehheh...HOW did you say this happened again...?" Jeff choked and fumbled with his words, giggling in between his sentances.
Peanut glared at him, still holding the little patch of green that was his hair in his hand. "It starts with a frickin' "Wal" and ends with a frickin' "Ter"..."
Jeff blinked and stared blankly at the boy, unsure of what he was saying. Peanut huffed, clenching his teeth.
For a serial killer, Jeffery could be really, really childish. He could act like such a damned baby. He could be immature and crass. He could be annoying. He could even act a little cute.
Ted Bundy knew all this from experience. His little Dahmer also had a set of buttons that Bundy knew just how to press. He knew exactly what to do to make him mad,to make him sad,and to make him happy.
Ted knew just how to control his cannibal. Easily. ...Not that Jeff actually liked that. In fact, it actually irked the hell out of him.
"Stop iiiiit." Jeffery whined at the lady killer.
Ted's fingers twirled at that dirty blonde hair that adorned the top