Okay. I have decided to give this story a chance :)
"Anyway," Danny's voice pulled her back into reality: "I was thinking, to invite you and Julia to Paris in two weeks."
Julia looked up from her third cocktail: "You want us go to Paris?"
Danny nodded: "Yeah, Girls Night in Paris!" she said cheerily.
Julia was excited: "That's going to be sooo cool."
Danny started again: "Yeah, I like France and I love Paris. You'll love it. Paris is the most wonderful city in the world."
Toni and Julia nodded to show they were looking forward.
"But don't get into any fights." Ralph warned them.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Julia asked.
"Last week, Toni beat up that guy. He had to go to the hospital." He reminded them.
"Ralph, that's not fair. He attacked us with a knife!" Toni protested.
"True and Toni only defended us by making this cool ninja move, she is not able to recall now." Danny said and tried to tease Toni with it.
It was true, she had defended herself and her friend and after that she didn't know how she'd done it. Her body had just reacted.
"What were you doing in that part of the city at that time of the night anyway?" Thomas asked.
"Hey, we have the right to go anywhere at any time, that pleases us. This guy was drunk and looking for trouble. We have been there often and never had something happened like that." Danny said.
"Well, you stay away from that part of the city. I don't want my fiancé getting hurt." Thomas said demanding.
Danny rolled her eyes but promised.
NCISNCIS
When Toni came home that night she took out the lyrics and read them. Her friends were right, this was somehow her story. Before she went to bed she added the lines:
I go out at night
Sleep without the lights
And I do all of the things I have to
Keeping you of my mind
But as her friends had said; she wasn't very successful. She didn't even know who she wanted to keep of her mind.
NCISNCIS
Abby was typing rapidly on her computer. Tim walked into her lab and watched for a while.
"What are you doing, we don't have another case… Wait, are you running a search on Ziva?"
Abby turned around and shook her head. "No I did that yesterday. Now I'm searching for new spoilers on the next Final Fantasy."
"Final Fantasy? Since when are you into that game?" Tim asked.
"Ever since day one. I loved those games. Although number nine wasn't that good, but anyways. You know Nobuo Uematsu quit after Final Fantasy 10 and for the following they were having differet artist to compose the music or at least the final song. This time they had a competition for it. I took part but was not chosen. So I try to figure out who was. There is information on the internet about the new one…." She kept typing and Tim tried to follow her arguments in his head.
Then her computer search seemed to be successful: "Well the name of the new artist is… Antonia Losian." Abby said a little disappointed.
„What's wrong?" Tim asked.
"Nothing, I just thought it would be someone… you know… cool. Some music groups I love took also part in that competition, but this Antonia is a nobody."
"Is there a photo of her?" Tim asked curios.
"Why?" Abby wanted to know and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I just want to know." He said making his way to the keyboard and checked: "No, photo… there isn't much information about her anyway."
"Well like I said. She's a nobody."
NCISNCIS
„Give it back Ziva!" Tony shouted desperately and tried to catch the letter out of her hand. But Ziva just made a quick movement and he missed. It was late in Friday night.
She was beyond curious. Tony had spent the whole week to write this letter. It was certainly addressed to a woman he was dating. And it was not his habit to fuss over only one woman for a week.
"Let's see, who the lucky one is." Ziva said ripping the envelope open.
"Give it back." Tony's voice became panicky but again he was just too slow to take it away from her.
Ziva drew out the paper, unfolding it. She read the first line and her eyes grew wide. She didn't notice that Tony had stopped trying to catch the latter. She slowly made her way over to her chair, eyes never leaving the paper. She sat down. Three pages… the first line was 'Dear Ziva' the last line 'I truly love you. Tony'
She looked at him not believing what she had just read. Was this a joke?
"Agent David, in my office." The voice of Leon Vance broke the spell.
Ziva looked up and then hurried up the stairs, looking down at Tony who was following her with his eyes.
Toni woke up and tried to get hold of the dream she just had. But it was one of those dreams which faded away as soon as the mind regained consciousness. The only thing she knew was, that this dreams was important. She looked at her alarm-clock. 3 am. It was hot in the room the windows were wide open but outside it was very humid. The city was expecting a thunder storm. It had been three days since she had met her friends in the café and after that the weather had turned from pleasantly warm to hot and humid. The thunderstorm should have been there a day ago. Now she looked out and saw lightning on the dark sky and heard the thunder rolling in the distance. The storm was coming. The wind rose as a harbinger for the rainstorm. That was why she woke up. She closed the windows a bit and tried to relax.
On next morning the sky was cloudy and grey. Toni got up and went to get a shower. Half an hour later her phone rang and she answered it. It was Danny.
"Hey, I was thinking, why don't we go to Paris this weekend?" she stared right away. "Or do you have any other plans? With Patrick maybe?"
Toni knew that was the reason why she had called. So she lounged into her armchair, this could be a longer phone call. She had a date last night and Danny wanted to know all about it.
"Sure, we can go to Paris this week end. I'll not see Patrick again."
"Why, what happened, he seemed to be so nice?"
"Well, he was. And he was funny and handsome." Toni confirmed.
"Then why on earth aren't you giving him a chance? You cannot scare all of the man away."
"Who said, it was my fault?" Toni asked annoyed and when there was just silence on the other side of the line she said: "All right. My wineglass fell onto his pants and he wasn't happy about that."
"How did that happen?" Danny asked.
Toni hesitated: "Apparently I pushed it into his direction. Or that was what he said."
Danny was stunned: "Why would you do that?"
"My hands… they don't obey. I don't know. Remember Max? I slapped him when he was trying to kiss me. I didn't intend on that. They are working on their own."
"No they are not. It's your subconscious. Something is keeping you from being involved into another relationship. It's your past."
"Yeah, I thought of that too. Listen I'll need yours and Julia's help with the song. I think I have my lyrics done now. Or at least almost done. Wanna come over tonight?"
"I'd love to and I'll bring Julia. We can also talk about our girls night in Paris."
My hands, don't wanna start again
My hands, no, they don't wanna understand
My hands, they just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find
My hands, they only agree to hold
Your hands, and they don't wanna be without
Your hands, and they will not let me go, no, they will not let me go
Tbc
Uh yeah girls night. Okay, I need: an old hospital, some acid, a piano, glass, a lot of glass and barbwire, Joffrey… … … uhm… wrong fanfiction. All right in this case I need wine and a map of Paris :D
As far as I know there was never a competition for a Final Fantasy song.
Lyrics by: Leona Lewis.
The name Losian comes from a book I read. The person, who is called Losian had lost his memory.