This is just a prolouge, depending on your guy's reveiws, I might decide not to do this story and take it dow so be sure to reveiw with your opinion.
DISCLAIMER: I in no way own NCIS or affiliated characters/plots/episodes. The only thing I do own is my freedom of speech (and even that's iffy)."Kyle, you better have a dozen red roses, champagne, and a box of chocolates because Emma is, in her own words, 'Foxed to the gills and bloody pissed.'" I said, opening the door.
"Kat, dear, would you be so kind as to mix me another margarita?" Emma, my brother's fiancee, asked, latching onto my back. I looked back at her and smiled.
"Sure thing, Em. Just gimme a sec, 'kay?" I told her.
"Sure, luv." she said, giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. I shook my head and turned my attention back to the door.
"Sorry, Kat. Neither one of us is your brother, and anyway, aren't you still underage?"
So, please reveiw and let me know if you think this is a good idea for a story.