Please comment! Note: I don't own NCIS, but I do own Annalise Marie Edwards… And her parents…
Story 1: Adopted
Chapter 1
"Dear Diary," a girl wrote on her blue book, "You may know that I am parentless… And you are my new diary. I already filled up my other 3 diaries… Anyway, you may know me as Annalise Marie Edwards. I have curly brown hair, brown eyes, and I'm tall. 5'3", that is; I really hate running and crap, and I really like it when people compliment me. Now that I informed you about myself, I will tell you about what happened today." Annalise read over what she wrote before nodding, smiling, and continuing to write with her blue pencil, "Today, I looked outside my window and saw some kids playing with their parents. I felt sad for myself since I had no parents… But except that I felt at peace watching others hanging with their parents. But, sometimes I wonder: Do they like hanging out with their parents? Or do they just need to because they know they'll give everything to them? I just have to wonder… Anyway, the cutest boy here asked me if I wanted to hang with him! I said YES! I love it! I might hang out with him after chores are done…" She finished off by signing her name below the page: "Sincerely, Annalise Marie Edwards." She closed up the book and continued what she was doing beforehand; fixing up yet another bed. She sighed as she grew bored of this chore that she regretted the most.
xXx
In the NCIS office, Special Agent Tony DiNozzo filled in paperwork; he sighed since he really hated filling out paperwork. His green eyes concentrated on the white sheet of paper on his desk as he felt his coworkers stare at him. He asked aloud, "Ziva, what are you doing and why are you looking at me?"
Ziva smiled at Tony and replied, "I like watching you do paperwork. At least you are quiet and your tongue is shut."
Tony looked up at the ex-Mossad and corrected, "Mouth is shut, Zi."
Ziva nodded and smiled at the same time as she giggled to Tony, "I will get used to you doing papers!"
Tony sighed, but then smiled as he thought of a vengeance. "Zee-VAH, I really want to know why you aren't talking to that boyfriend of yours," Tony smiled to Ziva, hoping for an answer.
Ziva smiled, but then replied sternly, "We broke up yesterday…"
Tony looked at her at first, and then he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry…"
Ziva nodded to Tony and explained calmly, "No, it's alright; he was cheating anyway…"
Tony's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly calmed down. "Oh, he cheated on you?"
Ziva nodded in remorse as Special Agent Timothy McGee walked in the bullpen. "Hey guys," McGee cheerily greeted, "What's going on?"
Tony and Ziva replied at the same time, "Nothing much, Tim."
McGee nodded and smiled to them as he walked to his desk and set his stuff down. Not long afterwards, they started a conversation about how confusing paperwork was from their last case, and they enjoyed themselves.
xXx
The curly-haired girl looked outside her window, out in the park. She loved that park at a young age; her parents used to take her there until they were murdered. She loved her parents; she didn't know why that terrible person decided to take them from her. She shrugged and continued watching the outside, where she wished she was, when she suddenly saw a man running for his life. Her eyes followed him, not aware that someone else entered her view. She looked closely to notice the details of the running men, and wrote them down in her diary as she continued observing, "They both have brown hair… Straight, 6 feet tall…" She watched as one of the men (who was wearing a gray sweatshirt, she noticed) tackled the man in front. She noticed that the other man didn't move after the tackle, and she became worried.
"Is he dead?" Annalise wondered to herself. She decided to take a closer look with some binoculars from the closet standing in her room. Quickly, she grabbed the binoculars and ran back to her window. She applied the binoculars and saw something unpredictable; the man that tackled the other man was standing over the body, kicking it and making sure he was dead.
"Well," Annalise remarked, "I was right about him trying to kill him. But, why in that park?" She shrugged again, but she saved her questions for later; right now, she overheard outside some screams and panic that were related to what she had just witnessed.
xXx
It was certain that McGee, Ziva, and Tony would all be talking about past relationships. They all shared aloud what they all did earlier in the year as well as the relationships they had with other people way in the past. "Hey, McGee," Ziva asked, referring to their current subject, "How did it go with Maxine? Did your date go as Tony planned?"
McGee smiled at that question; only he knew how it went with Maxine, until he told them what had happened. "Well, Ziva, thank you for asking," McGee proudly answered, "Our date went very well! We were on the same team at laser tag. We were on the blue team, and we were the last two standing on our team against 5 people from each of the other teams. We terminated everyone from that point, and we both won. After we won, Maxine kissed me, and I kissed her back…"
At that phrase, McGee blushed; it only seemed like yesterday that he had done that. Tony smiled and faced McGee's desk, grinning the question, "Are you going to go out with her again?"
McGee looked at Tony and nodded with a smile.
"YES!" Tony cheered.
"Well, when is it?" Ziva asked McGee, facing him.
McGee directed his eyes to Ziva, and he smiled, "Hopefully tomorrow; we're going to go to her apartment to play Warcraft for a while…"
"You mean World of Warcraft, Tim?" a sudden voice rang through the bullpen and into his desk; it was Special Agent Gibbs.
"Uh-huh… How d-d-d-d-did you kn-kn-know, Boss?" McGee staggered embarrassingly to Gibbs.
Gibbs ignored the question and announced, "Gear up, team. We're going to Merino Park after a dead Marine. McGee, since you're talking a lot, call Ducky and tell him to meet us there."
McGee nodded and started dialing the number to Autopsy as the rest of the team gathered up their backpacks, walked and waited in front of the elevator.
xXx
"Dear Diary," Annalise wrote in her little blue diary, "Today was stranger than any day I had ever encountered. Today, I witnessed a murder! What shall I do, Diary? Should I tell someone? Should I freak out? What if the guy who murdered the other guy saw me watching them? It seems very unlikely, but I believe it could happen..."
A little while passed for Anna in order for her to think about what she could write next. She thought and pondered, and then that little mouse wheel in her head started turning. She continued to write, "You know, I should just keep quiet about all of this… I have to; if the guy saw me, then I'll die! But maybe if those feds get here, when they find out I'm a witness, I'll get protection… Right? It's always something to consider… But maybe I don't want protection; maybe I just want a home for myself… And maybe I want a family who can take care of me the way my deceased parents used to do…"
Annalise sighed and closed her blue pencil inside her blue diary. She held it in her left hand as the federal agents arrived in their dark-colored cars. She noticed that the coroner also arrived; it said "Medical Examiner" on the front of the truck, and it said "NCIS" on its sides. She wondered what they were doing since her view was somewhat blocked by the amount of vehicles at the park. She moved away from the window and laid down on her blue bed to stare at the ceiling and, hopefully, get herself lost in her head.
xXx
At the crime scene, the team immediately started working. Ducky and McGee went directly to the corpse while Tony and Ziva went around the park to gather up evidence. Agent Gibbs went over to the people who witnessed the body at its location as they were panicking about the incident. Unfortunately, none of those witnesses saw the murder take place, Gibbs discovered, so they ruled out any witnesses. Tony and Ziva only found blood and the knife used for the murder; Ducky and McGee found the time of death and the victim's name.
"His name is Captain Chantey Nomhoust," McGee explained to Gibbs when he stopped next to them, "He's 40 years old, and he has no wife or children."
Ducky added to McGee's explanation with his sweet British accent, "He was supposed to be deported only a while ago. We have no clue unto how he could have avoided it… The cause of death was a stab to the poor man's back, causing massive blood loss…"
He looked up to a window of a nearby building and noticed nobody there. He tilted his head; he swore that he saw a little girl standing up there, watching them work… Gibbs noticed how lost he was and asked his old friend, "Why are you looking up there, Duck?"
Ducky tilted his head and looked at his friend to say, "Jethro, I swear that there was a girl looking down here… She must have went away after she saw what was happening."
Gibbs looked at Ducky, but then decided to look at the window himself. "Hmm…" Gibbs recalled, "I did see a girl standing at the window…" They tilted their heads at the same time and same direction before Gibbs said aloud, "She must be a potential witness; we have to find that room…"
xXx
Avoiding looking to the outside, Annalise could hear the commotion outside. She looked up at the ceiling; as she did, she could feel her hearing slowly deteriorate. It completely went away after a minute, and all she was left hearing was the sullen music that made itself a home in her head. It sounded like violins and cellos and wind instruments making a harmony in her ears. Anna couldn't hear anything else but that; well, actually, she could hear her thoughts, but nothing on the outside of her head. She didn't pay much attention to anything after that phase popped up, but then the sudden loud BANG of the door slapping itself shut woke her out of her trance.
"What the hell?" Annalise exclaimed to the person who barged in, which was another girl that she didn't like. Not only was this other girl her roommate, but this other girl hated everyone by their looks…
"What the hell are you doing here?" the other girl asked in her snotty voice.
Annalise rolled her eyes and replied, "This is my room too, Suzanne…"
Suzanne stomped over to Annalise and shoved her face into her own. She said harshly to Annalise, "Do NOT call me Suzanne. Got it, you tramp?"
Annalise wouldn't let names stop her in her tracks; instead, she made a good comeback. "Maybe I wouldn't call you Suzanne if you didn't call anyone else a bad name," she replied.
Suzanne stopped in her tracks and shoved Anna's head into her bed. "I don't think you understand," she growled rather harshly, "NOBODY calls me Suzanne, and you're no exception. Maybe this'll teach you."
She turned Annalise over and almost shoved her face in the bed when Annalise kicked her groin and screamed, "LET ME GO, YOU B***H!"
"Aww, hell to you!" Suzanne flinched at the kick before retreating from the room.
Annalise picked up her head and took a few deep breaths before laying down back on her back to stare even more at the ceiling. As she stared, she wrote what had happened in her small blue diary to remind herself that life can be as cruel as your roommate; she would usually say that, but today was the living example for her.
xXx
Tony was closer to the building than anyone else when he heard the screaming. "Oh crap!" he whispered in worry; he may not know what was going on, but he felt like he had to protect that person. He bolted into the building and ran up three flights of stairs before watching as a red-headed girl (apparently 5-foot-10) walked awkwardly out of a room. He could already tell she hated people; as she brushed past him, she didn't bother to make eye contact with anyone. He shrugged and shuffled to the room the other girl walked out of to see a blue girl lying down on a blue bed.
'This is weird… Is it Blue Day today?' Tony thought to himself in confusion as he walked to the girl. She was writing as she was staring off into space, he noticed, so he decided to read what she wrote.
He read from the little blue book: "Dear Diary, Suzanne almost beat me up today. MAN, is she a bitch! Oh well, can't deal with the hopeless people, especially if they don't want you to call them by their name… I wish she could like people; she's like a homophobic! Uggh! Wait, if she was homophobic, where would she be? Point being since she is my roommate… So she would have no room? That's confusing…Oh well, let's put my thoughts to the side and get to that 'beating up' part. I kicked her in between her legs because she was trying to choke me in my own bed. Isn't that bitchy? It would've turned into a cat fight if I wasn't in bed… It would've been worse, actually, because I'm strong enough to put her in the ground… Not really saying that I WOULD put her in the ground… But I could try and succeed…"
Tony noticed that the girl signed her name below the page: "Whatever… From, Annalise Marie Edwards"
He decided to say something to this "Annalise" girl, so he asked, "You got roomie probs, too?"