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Chapter 7
Taylor kept a low profile the following day at school, well, as low as she could when she had to sit at the front. She was feeling guilty about what she'd done, figuring that maybe she had overacted a little bit. Okay, maybe a big bit. The fact that she had to keep shifting the weight off her butt didn't exactly help her guilt, just kept reminding her. She sighed. It was gonna be a long day.
When the bell rang at the end of the last class she started to file out with the other kids.
Miss Wilson stood up and called her back "Wait a minute Taylor, I want to talk to you before you go."
Taylor stopped and waited for the room to clear before turning round to face her.
"Are you okay?" Patricia asked, looking worried.
"Ok about what?" Taylor wasn't sure what she was talking about.
"I thought maybe you'd be angry with me because you were punished last night.""No, but I am sorry I wrecked your locks." she had noticed her car wasn't in the parking area this morning. Blushing she looked down at her feet.
"Apology accepted." Relieved she wasn't a target anymore she continued. "How about we make a deal?"
Taylor looked back up at her. "What sort of deal?"
"I won't bug you about school, when you're out of class, and you don't give me grief about dating your dad when we're here."
Sounded pretty good to Taylor.
"Do we have a deal?" Miss Wilson asked, holding out her hand.
"Deal." Taylor grinned and shook on it.
Unfortunately Tony was not quite so easy to deal with when she showed up at NCIS later.
He had lost yet another bet with Tim and apparently it was all her fault. After the last bet Tony had figured she wouldn't try and pull anything on Patricia, so he was now down another fifty dollars. On top of that Gibbs made him hand over every tube or bottle of super glue he had stashed. There had been quite a large pile on the desk by the time he had recovered them all from their hiding places, and he hadn't been happy when Gibbs swept them straight into his waste paper basket promising dire consequences if he ever thought of bringing any more in. Luckily for Taylor however, he only remembered about the bruise on his leg she given him, as the elevator doors closed with perfect timing.
The End.
