Author's Note: Okay so this format might be a little different. I just got Word for my Mac so yeah. I don't know what it'll do so let's find out! Sorry if I took a while to write this . . .I was neglecting to do it. But I wrote it in about two days! Enjoy Cupcakes!
I only own Miranda, Caesar, and my story. All characters and idea's belong to CBS! *no way* YES WAY BABY!!!
Boys, Phones, and Screams
It's been 4 weeks. There were no leads on the murder of Matt Williams, loved father of Miranda Williams. Nothing in bank records. No record of crimes. It was a dead end for Miranda and the team. I pulled all nighters trying to look for some miniscule clue, but there was none. Ducky only said he was killed by four gunshot wounds to the abdomen. There was no murder weapon anywhere. Miranda said her father never owned a gun at home. Only at the base. He never brought it home. He had a perfect family, as oppose to other families in the same situations. His daughter was smart, polite, and friendly. She had everything, and she never abused it. She toughed it out, but was still compassionate.
Miranda started school again two weeks ago. She had a crush, lost him, found another, and now she's convinced that she's going to go out with him. Her braces apparently aren't showing any progress but I can't really blame her. The orthodontists haven't been doing their job apparently. She had friends over all the time and she read her books. She was perfect, just like her family. She walked to school everyday, and did her homework every night. Her reports were finished two weeks before they were due, she studied the week before the test, and her grades were straight A's.
When I had to work late she made herself a dinner and dessert, a special reward after work. One day was different when she came home.
"Um. . ." She said as she stepped into the apartment and set her backpack down. "I'm going to go for a walk. Okay?"
"Sure. Why right after school? Do you want to take Caesar?" I asked. She wasn't in her usual smiley mood.
"Uh. . . No, I'm good. I just need to get all this drama and crap out of my head."
"Okay. Enjoy."
"Thanks." She attempted to smile as she turned on her heel and walked to the door.
"Miranda?"
"Yeah?" She turned around.
I paused. "Be careful."
"I will. I'm a tough cookie." She smiled but then it dropped. She stepped out the door and it shut closed behind her. It was weird acting like her dad. Ziva was usually here or nearby. She was the protective side of our "relationship." I usually slept while Ziva went home. Why Gibbs let this go on for so long, beats me. I just wanted Miranda to live a normal life while all this crap when on under her nose, but she usually figured out.
Miranda came back thirty minutes later. "Hey, what's up? Sorry I was so . . . weird before. Bree got a boyfriend. His name's Justin. I think he's just using Bree to get a girlfriend I don't really think he cares about her. I told her that and she got really mad. She said that Kayla was the only one who understands when I was messing around that she should break his heart by hitting it with a hammer, burning it, running it over with a car, hitting it with a jackhammer, then when it was all dust to put it in a jar and shake it up and put it in a rocket and let it explode into the moon. She got really mad and said that I don't know what love is! She's such a . . . never mind."
"Good never minding. Anyway, Bree sounds like she has problems with her family."
"Yeah, unlike me? Tony, I don't have a dad. I'm the only one in my school who crossed the line for that at Challenge Day." Challenge Day was where most of the kids on her team went and just were themselves. They talked about that sad parts of life and explained what it's like to live a day in their lives. The kids talked about how messed up their families are and all that stuff. They played a 'game' where they stepped over a line in the gym where they would name something like 'If someone in your family, or a loved one is addicted to drugs or alcohol please cross the line. They announced one sentence that made Miranda cross the line alone.
"If one or both of your parents are gone, or dead, please cross the line." Miranda stepped out of the mob of kids and stood facing her friend Cydney. Her eyes had scanned the rest of the kids looking at her. Her teachers' eyes widened, looking glassy. She ran. She ran past the announcer. She ran past her friends. She ran past her teachers. She ran through the hallway and ran into the new boy named Charlie that she evidently had a crush on too.
"I'm so sorry." She cried.
"No, it's fine." He had said. He had taken another look at her. "Oh my god what happened to you?" His eyes met hers and her heart had raced.
"It's nothing. I need to go. I'm really sorry."
He grabbed her shoulder as she tried to escape. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. I'll see you in forth hour." She ran past him into her empty English class, sat against the wall under the white board and cried. Charlie had apparently came in then and sat down by her and said nothing. He just sat and waited for her to finish. He had been absorbed in her sadness. When she looked up at him he was calm.
"Why did you follow me?" She had asked.
"Because. No one else was running behind to get you. So I decided that I was supposed to do it." They were close ever since.
Now she had to remind me of all that. "Anyways," She continued. "She almost hit me in the face if it weren't for Charlie. She pulled her hand back and he stepped in front of me at the last second. I was the one who took him to the nurse. Poor guy, and the nurse was sick! So I had to play doctor. His nose was bleeding so I looked up what to do I put a Band-Aid on his nose and had him tilt his head and stuff. She also punched him in the gut for blocking me. I didn't really know what to do there so I just had him lift his shirt to make sure she didn't hurt him really bad. So now he's okey dokey. I think."
"Such a flirt."
"I know aren't I adorable?" She giggled.
"Yeah. Now go get Ziva. She should be at NCIS."
"Okey dokey!" She threw on her coat and walked out the door. It was a half hour before she returned.
"I need to do my homework, Ziva's gonna be here any second. She had to finish her paper work so I just walked back."
"Work good!"
"I will!" She walked into the guest room that she had transformed into hers. Ziva came in twenty minutes later.
"She was almost in a fight at school and the new boy that came does not look safe to me."
"Ziva, calm down. She told me the entire story. Even if he's there to kill her, they're too close. He wouldn't be able to pull the trigger."
"I do not care. She will not get a boy friend." I looked at her knowing that she was going to go out with him. "What?"
"If you tell her not to go out with him she will. That's just how teenagers work."
"Tony! I can't figure out what Y is!" Miranda yelled from her room.
"I'll be back later. You, calm down." Algebra. Wonderful. "What are you stuck on?" I leaned over her.
"Okay. So Y=2.5x+47 and X=87."
"Easy. What's 87-47?"
"Um. . .40?"
"Good. Now what's 40/2.5?"
"Lets see. . ." She did her problem in the air. "Then it's 16!"
"Good job."
"Thanks!"
That night I had to run to work to finish some papers Vance needed tomorrow morning at eight. Not really a good idea but preparation isn't really my thing. I trotted into the bullpen in dark jeans and a mahogany American Eagle t-shirt and some regular tennis shoes to go with it. As I ran in I saw McGeekers sitting at his desk. Why was he sitting there? I will never know. Only those who speak McGeekers would know. I snuck up behind him by crawling on the floor around his desk. I held my hands out like spiders and pushed against his shoulders.
"Boo!" I said. McGee yelped like a puppy.
"A little scared are we? Well, apparently we didn't prepare that paper work so all we had to do was sign crap. Poor you."
"Tony I'm busy. Don't bother me." He was staring intently at the computer.
"Whoa, I'm even farther than you! McPaperwork! You slacker!"
"Yeah, only Ziva did it."
"Yeah . . . No. She was here before both of us doing it. So there. We all suck at paperwork." I logged on to my computer. We were just issued new ones so the black boxes from 1993 were gone, no one would miss them. Paper work was easy, long, but easy, and I could go home.
"Night McPaperwork! Enjoy your delicacy!"
"Night Tony." Still staring. He was going to loose his vision before he looses his mind. Unless he already did.
It was a quiet night at home. Miranda went to school in the morning and I went to work with Ziva at my side. She was so beautiful with the sun on her skin and the thawing show on her shoes. No Tony! No sexy thoughts! No, no, no, no, no! No NCIS girlfriends! Or wives for that matter! You can do nothing about it! You don't even have a chance! Maybe secretly. . . But. . . No Tony! No!
McGee was late today. Maybe he did loose his vision. Very possible. Like when. . . Never mind. That wasn't a good night. At least Gibbs wasn't here yet. Then McGee would be screwed. That wouldn't be good for McGeekers. Poor little guy. Oh well. Sorry moment over.
Gibbs walked in and sat at his desk.
"No case today, Boss?" I asked.
"No, DiNozzo, no calls yet." He answered back.
"Oh."
"So Tony what are you going to do now?" Ziva questioned.
"Do a little. . . Searching."
"You are not going to find her killer Tony. We searched long and hard for him or her. We did not find them. Miranda will be transferred to an adoption home. You will not see or hear from her again. Just like-"
"It was different with her okay! She was special! And you just want to ship her off to some boarding school! Do you even care about her?"
"No Tony! Because we aren't supposed to love her! We were giving her a place to live! Not a family!"
"You didn't go through what she did!"
"I killed my own brother!"
"Your life was easy! You always had your family! Miranda lost her mother! Now her dad's dead too! She. Has. No. Family!"
"Tony! You do not know who you are dealing with! This child could all be a lie! She could be working for terrorists!"
"Oh yeah? Why! Why don't you trust anyone! Not. Even. Me!"
"You do not understand! She does not cry! She does not have feelings!"
"Well at least this girl has a heart!"
Ziva opened her mouth, then shut it. I knew she wanted to cry. She ran into the elevator and I chased after her. She ran into the woman's bathroom and I stopped. I got in the elevator and went down to my car, and drove home. Gibbs would understand.
Miranda got home and was back to her smiley mood.
"Hehehe! I jumped off the swings!" Apparently kids weren't as exciting as they used to be.
"And I did a double back flip! It was so good! Kayla absolutely loved it! I taught her how to do one off the swings too!" Never mind.
"Um. . . Did you get hurt?"
"No."
"Did Kayla get hurt?"
"No."
"Did you hurt someone else?"
"No."
"Did you see what's in the fridge?"
"No. . ." She went to go investigate. "I don't see anything. Hey, later lets go buy some fudge pops."
"In winter. You want fudge pops. In winter."
"I'm sorry to burst your bubble Tony, but it's February. Not December."
"Winter."
"No duh." We stared at each other for a long time.
"Okay. I'll get you some fudge pops."
"Okay then. Thank you." She got a text and replied with amazing speed.
"Sorry that was Dara. Can I go to Rollerama tomorrow? If you bring your I.D. card you get in free and then I have my own blades so yeah. It's pretty cool. Please?"
"Sure. Want me to drive you? Usual time?"
"Yeah. Pick me up at 11:30."
"Okay cool. Now get to your homework and then you can go to Kayla's."
"You're scary sometimes."
"You're adorable sometimes."
"I know aren't I?" She giggled.
"Yeah whatever. Homework."
"Math."
"Do."
"Hate."
"Go."
"Hate."
"Go."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Hate."
"Go."
"Fine."
"Thanks."
"I hate you."
"Go enjoy homework!"
"I still hate you."
This girl was hilarious! She never meant it when she said she hated me. It was always a friendly hate. We would say good-bye by sometimes saying 'Bye! I hate you!', 'I hate you too!' It was very entertaining. What did she do at school? I bet she was more hilarious. That would be a sight to see.
But then something happened that made my heart stop.
A heart-wrenching scream came from down the hall.
