Hey guys! Sorry for the such short chapter but this idea just popped into my head and I kinda didn't get it all down before I forgot the other part so hence the Part 1 in the chapter title! Okay so it's late or early, depending on how you look at it. Anyways, I'm gonna go and catch some z's, but before I do, I am suggesting that you all, if you haven't already, go and listen to Breakeven by The Script. Tell me your interperetation of it! I know what mine is and I really like it. Very catchy and love the lyrics. Well, enough rambling, and yes, I have like a million plot bunnies running around in my head, high on sugar, so yeah, like I'm actually going to get any sleep! Lucky, lucky me!
Damnit, Tony, answer your stupid phone! Footsteps. Here she comes, Tim. I'd move if you want to live. After that conversation, I really don't think she is in the mood to catch you eavesdropping. Stupid conscience. Just let me think, ok? McGee's conscience did not feel like being shut up inside his head all the time. Hey, smart one, the door handle is turning! Do you know what that means? HIDE! McGee had just enough time to jump in the elevator before the door to the men's room opened.
Coward. Tony remained in the men's room, still in awe of the previous events. His conscience had been awakened. No. This is not the right place or time. Plus, she deserves better. Tony turned back to the mirror. You are afraid. Tony slammed his fist on the counter. NO. I'm. Not. Ziva is just . . . she just . . . she needs time. He starred into his own reflection. What do you think Somalia was? That was time. She has had TOO much time, DiNozzo! "Just shut up, alright?" He let out a sigh. "Who you talking to, DiNozzo?" You really shouldn't talk to yourself out loud, Tony. "No one, Boss." Tony began to wash his hands aimlessly, thinking to himself, trying to fight off the voice inside his head. Yeah, I think I got that. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed a paper towel and tossed it into the wastebasket. He looked in the mirror once more before retreating towards the door. "DiNozzo." "Yes, Boss?" "I know." Gibbs moved to the sink and began to wash his hands. "You know what, Boss?" Gibbs smirked and let out a chuckle. "Gee, DiNozzo, you just cost me 20 bucks." He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Abs, you won."
Also, I hope that this is not too confusing, you know, going back and forth between thoughts and the voices and the actually talking. Well, I'll read it again in like 10 hours or so and y'all can tell me if it makes since!
