Childhood Flashbacks
*These are for the characters of NCIS. Some of them may have been mentioned on the show, others I just made up. I don't have a specific order for which character will come next, but I think it will be mostly Ziva. This is also written in third person POV, and flashbacks will be in bold.*
Chapter one
0700
Monday
Squadroom
"What are you doing with McGee, Zee-vah?" Ziva's co-worker asked.
"For your information DiNozzo, we were looking at pictures of McGee when he was smaller." Ziva told Tony, smirking.
"Well, that sounds fun, buy why McGoo? I think you would be more interesting." Tony retorted.
"Can you just be quiet for, more than five minutes at a time?" McGee asked his co-worker, already knowing the answer.
"No, I can't." Tony said, throwing his bag to the floor. "I'm coming to listen!" He announced, dragging his chair over to Ziva's desk.
"Aw, that one is cute." Ziva said, pointing to a picture with McGee all dressed up in a light brown suit, standing next to his sister and his parents.
"That was Easter. We were just going to go to our grandparent's house for Easter dinner, after church."
"Come on, Tim. Don't be such a slowpoke!" Sarah McGee laughed, running ahead of Timothy on the way to the car.
"Don't ruin your good clothes!" their mother called to them as Timothy raced to get ahead of Sarah.
Sarah and Tim's hands hit the car door at the same time. "I win!" they both chorused.
"It was a tie!" Tim protested.
"No it wasn't," Sarah retaliated. "I won!"
"You both win." their dad said, breaking the argument. "Come on, in the car. Time to go to your grandparent's house."
Timothy and Sarah jumped in the backseat, eagerly awaiting arrival at their grandparent's house.
After five minutes in the car, Sarah was getting antsy. "Are we there yet?" She asked every six minutes.
"Not yet Sarah, just calm down." Tim said, reaching for the book that was sitting on the floor of the car. "Here, read this." Timothy said, handing his little sister the book.
Sarah flipped the book over. "A German Phrase book?" she asked. "Why would I want to read this?"
Tim just shrugged, a slight grin on his face.
"You knew what book it was! You tried to get me to read something I didn't understand!" Sarah accused.
"I didn't Sarah!" Tim said, looking at his sister, and reciveing a glare. "I swear!"
"Oh, fine. Whatever." Sarah said, tossing the book back on the car floor by Timothy's feet.
"We're here." Their mother called. Tim and Sarah cheered.
"Finally!" Sarah cried, jumping out of the car. She ran to the trunk and jumped up and down, waiting for their dad to open the trunk so she could get her bag to change out of her good dress.
"Here you go Sarah. Here, hand Timmy his." their dad said, handing Sarah two backpacks.
"Alright. Here Tim, catch!" Sarah called. The bag fell through the air, and Tim missed catching it by a few inches.
Timothy bent down and picked up his backpack. "Thanks, Sarah." He said sarcastically.
"You're welcome!" she said, and ran to the house. Tim was close behind.
"Hi Grandma!" They both yelled as they ran into the house.
"Hello there, kids. You want to change, I presume?" Their grandmother asked them.
"Yeah, I guess we do." Tim said, and ran to the bedroom. Sarah ran to the bathroom.
Tim came out wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. Sarah came out wearing a pink t-shirt and jeans.
"What's for dinner?" Sarah asked, smelling the ham in the air.
"Ham, silly. Can't you smell it?" Timothy asked his younger sister.
"Well, of course I can. I was just asking. Sheesh." she said, laughing.
"Why don't you two go play outside for a little while?" Their mom asked.
"Yeah! Daddy, can we go down to the railroad tracks?" Tim asked his father. "We'll stay on the lane! We promise!" he said, begging.
"Alright. Go. But if you're on the tracks and you see a train, come back, okay?" Came the answer and question their mother always said.
"We will mom!" Sarah said, and dragged her brother out the door.
They arrived at the railroad track five minutes later, after walking a eighth of a mile. "Look at all these rocks!" Tim said, "I bet most of them are limestone, though." He said, picking one up.
"Tim! Come look over here!" Sarah called, and Timothy walked over to see what Sarah was yelling about.
"What kind of rock is this red one?" Sarah asked.
Tim picked it up and felt it. "It feels kind of like sandstone..." he said, the thought trailing off. He walked back over to the tracks and pounded the rock a few times on the metal. "Yep. It's sandstone." He said, and tossed the rock back onto the ground.
"Don't just throw it, I want it!" Sarah said, picking the red rock back up.
"Alright. Fine. Sorry." he said, and stepped onto the metal rail.
"What are you even doing Tim?" Sarah asked.
"Walking the rails. That's what." Tim said, waving his arms in circles to keep his balance.
In the distance, they heard the train whistle sound. "We should head back now, shouldn't we?" Tim asked, hopping off the rail.
"Yea, we should. That's what Mommy always tells us, anyway." Sarah said, grabbing her rock from where she had carefully set it on the ground. "You gotta grab a rock, Tim. We always grab a rock before we leave." She said, watching Tim look around.
"I'll take this one." he said, holding up a black and white striped sedimentary rock. "It looks cool."
"Well, come on. Mom will kill us if we see the train and we're not at least a little bit close to the house." Sarah said, as they took off running toward the house.
They got back to the house, panting. After they ate dinner at their grandparent's house, they started driving home.
"How was the trip to the railroad?" Their dad asked.
"It was fun." Sarah said, yawning.
Their parents looked toward the backseat and saw Timothy already asleep and Sarah on the verge of falling asleep.
"It was a fun day..." Sarah said as she fell asleep.