~Sorry I didn't update there for a while. Yeah... Pretty sure the science teacher has it in for me. So anyways, another shortie. But the good news is I finished chapter 10 and have now moved on to the next chapter. Still could use some ideas, people. Even if (and I say if because I'm not sure) I get my friend to help, I still need some ideas cause I only see her maybe an hour out of each day. Yeah, and now 2 people at school are hounding me for this story. My life is just a mess these days.~D.J.M
Chapter 8, 2:00 PM, Ziva's P.O.V, HQ
We all just stood there for a moment; me, Tony, and McGee. We had all just gotten back from interrogation to find Saihah sleeping underneath my desk. For a while I didn't realize I wasn't the only one.
"What?" I snapped, turning around.
"Are you okay?" Tony asked me. "You look kind of drained."
"I had a bit of a rough night, okay?"
"Fine," he huffed.
I knelt over Saihah and shook her awake. She jolted up and stared at me blankly.
"I thought you said you were okay."
"I am," she replied as I helped her up.
"If you were okay then you would not have fallen asleep under my desk." I said.
She shrugged. "I don't remember what happened."
I sighed and looked around. "Tony!"
He looked at me as I walked over to him.
"Where are you going?"
"Uh, home." he said, glancing at me suspiciously.
"Could you do me a favor?" I said in a hushed voice.
He grinned. "Like what?"
"Well, I have a lot of phone calls to make still, and I'd like someone to take Saihah home. And I thought since you where leaving..."
"You want me to do it."
"Yes," I said, giving him a look.
"Fine," he groaned. Arg, he can be such a pest.
I smiled and walked back over to Saihah. "Tony will be taking you home," I said, pointing. She nodded.
I noticed a sheet of paper under the desk and reached down to get it. Saihah quickly saw what I was doing and snatched it away. "That's mine," she said quietly as she walked over to Tony.
I motioned for him to come over. "Fine out what that paper says," I whispered.
He looked at me suspiciously. "Why?"
"Because she is hiding something."
"So you want me to spy on her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I glared at him. "Getting off your case." he huffed lightly. "C'mon, kid."
Saihah's P.O.V
When we got in the house, I looked at Tony, my eyes flickering to his face, trying to read his every emotion.
"So..." he said, tapping his fingers on the counter. "You wanna tell me what's on that paper?"
"No. It's mine." I said. "And if you're suspicious of me stealing secrets or something, I'm not."
"Then why don't you want me to see it?" he asked.
"I just don't, okay!?" I snapped.
He walked over to me. "I promise I won't tell."
I sighed and slowly released my grip on the paper and he picked it up.
"Wow, um, that's... that's really good." he said, looking at the drawing in amazement. "What made you want to draw this?"
"I don't know. I just drew it."
"Well, you draw really good. What else do you do?"
I blushed. "Karam's mother taught me a bit on piano."
"And who is Karam?"
"Karam was-" I glanced at him. "Still is, my best friend."
He nodded. "I see. So why were you trying to hide the picture?"
"You're interrogating me," I said matter-of-factly.
"So what if I am?"
"It just seems wrong to interrogate me since I haven't committed a crime."
"Can you just answer my question?"
I sighed. "I don't know. I just didn't want Ziva to see it." I stared at him. "You like her, don't you?" I said, smirking defiantly.
"Who, Ziva? No, of course not." But even as he said this, he looked away from me. Oh, he did so like her! "Uh, you should probably go to bed before Ziva comes and gets us both in trouble."
"What, you scared of her or something?"
"She sleeps with a gun, kid. It's not a good idea to get on her bad side."
Ziva's P.O.V, maybe an hour later
"Well?" I asked Tony as I walked into the living room. "What did the paper say?"
"It didn't say anything," he said, picking the paper up from the table. "It's a drawing. Of Gibbs."
"Oh."
"Wouldn't tell me why she hid it," he said before ducking out the door and going to his car.
I examined the drawing carefully. It was very good quality of someone her age. Couldn't have traced it, nothing to trace from. But why was she hiding it...?
Like I said, short. Remember: I am seriously running out of ideas. One person sent in a review with an idea, and it was a good idea that I do plan on using (a big thank you to them... they know who they are), just near the end of the story. I'm saving it for later. So some more ideas would be greatly appreciated or I might have to delay updating even more than it already is. Hopefully it doesn't come to that cause that is NOT something I want to do.~D.J.M
