I should be working on "We are not who you think we are", and to anyone who is waiting for an update on that, I am very sorry, but it's just not happening at the moment. Mostly because this story keeps getting in the way. So this story will be in first person, which is not my forte, especially since it will only ever be Cesar speaking. There will be some Tiva, but this is all through Cesar's eyes, so you'll see what he sees.
Disclaimer: I own NCIS. Yeah, suck on that CBS, don't like it? Feel free to fly me up to LA and take me to court. At the moment it's the only way I'm gonna be able to afford the plane ticket. I'm currently working insane hours trying to save up for a month long trip to Canada in June.
So, uh, I'm Cesar, my mother named me that after the place she was born. I'm fifteen. I grew up in Vegas with my mom, she used to be a club singer for this really nice joint. But after she had me, she lost her figure, and wound up being a chain smoking bartender.
This story started after she died. I didn't have any other family. My mom was flown into Vegas by her first employer from Colombia, her family there were shot to bits by drug dealers, not really a surprise in Colombia. As for my father, I never met him, still haven't, don't really want to.
They wanted to put me into foster care. I didn't want to go. I mean, I know how to take care of myself, I can count cards, cut a deck like a pro. I can fight, the bouncer's at her old club taught me. That's why I ran away. I lasted a week on the streets of Vegas before I decided to skip town. I made some money playing poker, as you do in Vegas, and bought a bus ticket to Peoria, Illinois.
Why Peoria, Illinois, you ask? My mom didn't really know much about my father, she told me everything she knew. Apparently he was charismatic, a handsome flirt with a stunning smile, I always feel queasy when she starts talking like that. She knew the guy for one night, he knocked her up and never saw her again, yet she still manages to sound half in love with the bastard. The night she met him, the one night she knew, this night I came into the world, he was apparently off his face in the club. Kept pissing and moaning about what a dump Peoria was.
So I set off on my big journey to find Anthony DiNozzo, my father.