Unfortunately, I've had a bit of writers block. But since I had more of this story unposted, I decided to just use it. Important!: I would like ad least THREE new e-mails concerning this story that either say 'new follower', 'new favorite', or 'new review'. ESPECIALLY new review. Reviews help me write. To those of you who read my other story, I'll try to update ASAP. But one good thing is happening today...
SEASON TEN PREMIERS AT 8!
I, for one, am MAJORLY exited.
P.s: as for Tony's middle name, not 100% sure on that cause I got it off a wiki. But yeah, I checked. So if I am wrong, blame them. And I know, another crappy, short chapter. I am seriously out of it this week.
Chapter 4, Tony
I burst into the room.
"Oh, you are so dead!" we said at the same time. I grabbed her by the wrist. "You have a lot of explaining to do,"
"Tony?" Ziva asked.
"Not now!"
Lina writhed in my grasp. "Ow! Get the hell of me!" She gripped the door frame. "Anthony Dimitri DiNozzo! Let go of me! Now!"
We all stood still for a moment. I let go of Lina's wrist without realizing it, and she immediately layed down on the floor.
"How- how does she know your full name?" Ziva asked.
"Apparently I didn't introduce her correctly. Meet miss Angelina Violetta DiNozzo."
She stared at me open-mouthed for a second. "She is your sister?" I shook my head. "Daughter!?"
"No," I said. "My cousin."
"I can explain," I said. "Later." I turned to Lina. "Get up."
She smirked. "I know where you're taking me. If you really want me to come, you'll have to drag me there."
"Get. Up."
"No."
I sighed. "Forgot you were so stubborn."
"Nine years will do that."
"C'mon," I said, changing the subject. I pulled her up by the elbows.
"She is not the only one with explaining to do," Ziva said as we walked out to the car.
This should be interesting...
I feel really stupid now... It looked short on the paper, and it looks just plain puiny (pew-ney) here. I'll see if I can fit in another chapter tomorrow. It's okay if you hate me for this. I might hate me too.