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Chapter 7

"You auditioning today Tony?"

Tony turned around to see a leering Sacks in his face. Tony sighed. Why did Ronald Sacks feel the need to annoy Tony? He had never done anything to him. It was just some innate need to annoy him that Tony hated with every fibre of his being.

"You don't strike me as a musical theatre kinda guy Slacks," Tony replied, trying to keep his cool. He was better than that piece of filth. He would not lower himself to that level. But then again, it wouldn't take much for him to loose it…

"It's with the Grammar."

That explained a lot. If there was anyone who would shamelessly sign up to an activity just so he could check out the girls, it would be Sacks. Tony was about to turn around and leave when he heard Sacks' next words. The words that stopped him in his tracks.

"Ziva's going to be there. Maybe I'll take another shot…"

Tony twisted himself around and took three long strides over to Sacks and stood right in front of him, face just inches away from him.

"When will you get it through your thick head that she is off limits!" he yelled, with more anger than he knew he had. He was angry at Sacks for his remark but there was something else fueling his angery passion. Feelings that he had towards Ziva possibly?

"What are you, her father?" Sacks had not given up yet.

"I am a bit too American to be her father. Or is race and nationality something you are unable to comprehend due to your sheer lack of intelligence?"

This was then that McGee, who had been there from the beginning, felt the need to intervene. If Tony was in search for a scholarship getting himself expelled for violence would not be good way to start his first impressions. For any of them. Grabbing Tony from behind McGee dragged him from the room. Tony was surprised at his strength and put up a valient fight, but failed to do anything other than make McGee tighten his grip on his arms. If it had been any other situation McGee would have imputted some teasing words, something about how he was not as weak and weedy as he used to be. But it was not another situation. And Tony was so angry he was most likely to knock him out if he even suggested such thing.

McGee sat down on one of the benches lining the large patch of grass in the middle of the school. Reluctantly Tony sat down beside him and closed his eyes, letting the autumn sunlight filtering through his closed lids calm him down. He knew that he was not in a rational state of mind, and when people were not in rational states of mind they did stupid things. He had learned that much from his nearly always-intoxicated father. And he was not going to behave like that.

McGee waited until he saw the tension leave Tony's shoulders before he spoke. He did not want to be at the receiving end of DiNozzo's fury. He was smarter than that.

"You could always just audition," McGee said. In his mind and using his reasoning that way Tony could keep an eye on Sacks incase he made any advances on Ziva.

Tony let out a bark of laughter.

"This is me. I don't do all singing and dancing things like that," he said, incredulous.

"Chicken."

Tony narrowed his eyes. McGee, McGee of all people, was calling him chicken. And he was quick to deny it.

"Am not!"

McGee just gave him a look and a smile. Tony sighed.

"FINE!"

After Tony had left to go and take his anger out in the school gym Tim took out his smart phone. He scrolled down his list of contacts and sent a quick text.

Mission accomplished. All good at your end?

He got a reply almost immidiately.

Working on it. But looking promising- Abby xx

Tim smiled to himself. He was not entirely convinced that Abby's plan was going to succeed. But he was going to help anyway. It was like fate when Sacks decided to bring up that argument with Tony, and it gave McGee an excuse into bring the auditions for the musical into conversation. Wasn't that supposed to mean something? Maybe it was the world telling him what to do. I mean, it was just a bit off fun. And besides, Abby had sent him two kisses in return for his none, and all he had done is got Tony in the right place at the right time. The right place being the drama auditions and the right time being when they were held. That had to mean something, right?

"The answer is still no Abby," Ziva said frustrated. Why was Abby so adament that she audition for this musical thing. She should not have told her that she used to dance back in Israel. She should not have told her that she was very good and received a dance scholarship to one of Israel's best dance acadamy, which she had turned down as instructed to by her father. Or maybe it was something else that had motivated Abby to get her to be so damn annoying…

"Please Ziva! I'm working light and sound and I don't want to be on my own!" This was partially true. She was helping with light and sound. And none of her other friends were helping. Other than a couple. But Ziva did not need to know that…

"Ask Sarah."

"She's studying for the chemistry Olympiad or something. PLEASE ZIVAAA!" Abby was not going to give up . Timmy had managed to convince Tony to go along, and that was Tony that they were talking about. She had to get Ziva to those auditions. Then they would both be casted and then both fall in love and both live happily ever after! And then they would name their babies after her in gratitude!

Ziva sighed. There was going to be no way of keeping Abby quiet other than to agree with her. She had learnt that early on in their friendship. But just because she accepted it did not mean that she would have to enjoy it.

"FINE!" she sighed and Abby grinned.

That was how at four o'clock Anthony DiNozzo found himself more out of place than he had ever felt in his entire school life. He could cope with CCF. He could cope with being the lead singer of a band with no name. He could cope with having a father who did not know what school he went to, let alone how old he was and when is his birthday. Yes, he could deal with that. He could not, however, cope with being in a drama studio full to the brim with girls and guys stretching and doing vocal excersises all in leotards. And that was including the guys.

Tony scanned the crowd for a familiar face, anything that could possibly help him make sense of the scene before him. His eyes fell on a familier figure bent over stretching against the wall and he walked towards her. He could only see the back of her figure, but he already knew who it was. She was bent at the waist, palms touching the floor as muscles tensed and strected.

"Stop staring at my ass…" the bent over figure said and Tony grinned.

"It's a nice view," he shot back. Ziva straightened herself back and glared at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. The musical theatre scene was not somewhere that she expected to see him.

"I'm here for the view." The lie tripped easily off his tongue. He almost grimced at how similar to Sacks he sounded at that moment. But it was not like he could tell her the truth. Its not like he could tell her that the reason was to protect her honor. She would have probably not appreciated the whole "me Tarzan, you Jane" sequence. If she had been in Tarzan, she probably would have strangled Tarzan with his own rope and swung off into the sunset in nothing but an animal skin bikini.

Tony had a stupid grin on his face as he conjoured up the image in his mind. That grin made Ziva want to both slap him and kiss him. Idiot…

Cynthia Sumner walked into the drama studio and surveyed the scene infront of her. She was the head of drama, and the musical were always the most difficult to run. That was why they were only done every few years. But she could not put off the inevitable forever and had called together the auditions early on in the school year to maximise practise time. She could tell that some of the students that stood in front of her now were taking this thing seriously, and some were here for a laugh. And it was her job to separate them, to find the talent amoung the hormones and emotion. She sighed. Let the challenge begin.

"Alright, listen up!"

Silence fell as soon as they heard ther voice echo throughout the drama studio. It was huge and spacious with wooden floors and thick black curtains that blocked out the rest of the world. Perfect for anyone who wanted to escape, just to act or sing and dance without the world watching. A haven.

"We haven't got much time, so we need to get started as soon as possible. This half of the room, can you all follow Gareth here, he'll start you on the acting. The rest of you stay here. We are going to dance."

Tony stood at the edge of the room as he watched Miss Sumner demonstrate the dance that she was teaching them. It was the basic two person dance, with a couple of twists and lifts in a few places. Once the music stopped there was a burst of polite clapping and Miss Sumner smiled.

The hall was split with girls at one end and guys at the other. They were paired off from there and moved to different parts of the room to space use all the space. Tony reluctantly moved away from Ziva as she was escorted to the back by a tall tan sixth former. He turned to his dance partner. She was fairly pretty with brown hair pulled back off her face in preparation for the dance. He introduced himself.

"Anthony DiNozzo."

"Jeanne. Jeanne Beniot."

By the end of the dance class Jeanne was in fits of laughter. It had been a while since she had found dancing so funny. Tony somewhat lacked in technique, but his bounds enthusiasm had no limits, so Jeanne was laughing the entire time.

After the initial lack of enthusiasm at being paired with someone who was not Ziva he had found out that he liked this Jeanne girl. She was smart and witty and funny. And she had the most beautiful smile.

"So why are you here? You don't strike me as this kind of guy," Jeanne said gesturing towards his arms which were currently wrapped around her waist in the traditional waltz position. Tony grinned.

"I'm here because a friend emotionally blackmailed me into doing this," he said, figuring that the truth was the best option. Jeanne let out a laugh. She had a really nice laugh…

"What about you, Ms Benoit?" Tony asked. She smiled at the name but gave her answer anyway.

"I love music and drama. Its just amazing, like expression emotions that you didn't even know you had. Like coming alive by being someone else," she replied.

Tony could see why she liked it. It was like being someone else. He could be someone else, he could forget about his father and expectation and just be someone else. Jeanne would never know, she knew nothing about his past, so he could just become someone else. He could pretend anything he wanted to do.

"I love drama too," he said, starting off the façade. He could learn to love it, right? And maybe this version of Anthony DiNozzo could love drama. He could make an entirely new person if he wanted.

Jeanne smiled to herself stupidly. This Tony was so charming and handsome. And he loved drama almost as much as she did. It was a rarety to find a guy who liked drama, or admitted to it anyway. They thought it was not manly. But there was nothing un-manly about Tony…

The acting side of the audition was no problem. Tony found that he could actually act. He had always been good at pretending, but now he had a use for it. It came naturally after years of practise. Even if his practising was slightly less conventional…

Miss Sumners called him back after the audition just as he was leaving with Jeanne.

"You, what's your name?"

"Anthony DiNozzo."

"You did well, I really feel like you connected with your character, that you felt empathy towards who you were playing. That was good."

Tony kept smiling but inside he was laughing his head off. Was she for real? Of course he couldn't connect with his character, he was nothing like him! How was he supposed to be in any way similar to an orphan who finds love and sings about it all the time? Of course he was nothing like that!

But the new Anthony could be like that. He could become this creepy orphan kid who falls in love, right?

He was brought out of his thoughts by Ms Sumners again.

"And you," she said looking at Jeanne, "you have potential."

Jeanne managed to hold in her happiness until Ms Sumners was well out of earshot. However once she was thought she threw herself into Tony's arms sqealing.

"Wow! She might cast us!"

Tony smiled, trying to look as if she shared in her joy. And he must have been convicing because she just hugged him even more. Tony wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her scent, a mix of weirdly girly perfume and sweat. But her smile was bright and she was willing and friendly. Yes, he could definatly get used to this whole new musical theatre persona thing…


i hope you all like how ive written Jeanne. Yeah sure so accused Tony of murder but i dont like it in these things when she's always the bitchy cheerleader person... i just think she was in love. but then again she did accuse tony of murder... hmmm... may she have her intestines ripped out and driven over in a truck (cyber cookies for anyone who can tell me where that comes from ;) )

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