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Chapter 9, Lina
Tony grabbed my wrists as I ran out of the elevator. "Get off!" I said, trying to yank free.
"How old are you, Angelina?" he asked me. I knew it was a test. I could tell.
I didn't answer, just continued to pull away.
"Answer me!"
"Hey!" Gibbs barked. "Let go of 'er."
Reluctantly, Tony released me. "Sorry, Boss."
Gibbs looked at me and then back at Tony. "What the hell was that about, DiNozzo!?"
"He-"
"She-"
He put up his hand and then pointed at Tony. "This DiNozzo."
"She's 15, Gibbs! Fifteen! Not 21!" Tony ranted.
"You saw that!?" I yelled.
"Both of you, SHUT UP!" Gibbs said. He turned to Tony. "You need to focus on your job." He then faced me. "You're the closest thing we have to a witness. So we'll need to ask you some more questions."
I sighed. "Look, can I just go home? This is a lot to take in."
He glanced at Tony, who shrugged. "Okay,"
I brushed past them and went into the elevator again, deciding where to go. Then I knew.
"And who are you?" an older man asked me as I walked into the room marked 'Autopsy'.
"I could ask you the same thing," I said, leaning against the wall.
"I'm Dr. Mallard," he said, extending his hand. "But they call me Ducky."
I shook his hand. "Angelina DiNozzo. I go by Lina."
"So you are Anthony's cousin?"
I smiled. "Word spreads fast."
"Indeed it does."
I looked over to the row of metal drawers. "She in there?"
H e paused. "Yes."
"May I?" I asked, glancing over at him.
He gave me a quick nod and I opened up the drawer slightly.
"Caroline," I whispered. I closed the drawer again and ran back up.
"Tony, I want to go home," I demanded. He didn't look up. "Now."
"I'm busy," he muttered. "Give me a minute."
"Fine," I said. "I'll just drive myself." I walked towards the elevator.
"Wait!" Tony called, running after me.
I smirked. "And the funniest part of this is that you failed to realize I don't even have the keys."
"Knowing you, it might not be my car."
I leaned against the door as Tony drove home. Well, it was his home. I didn't have a home, and yet I had many. Four of the I remember. The one in New York, Cathy's, Jordan's, and Christopher's. Gosh, I really had to stop thinking about him.
Instead I checked stuff on my iPod. You know, this and that.
"Lina?" Tony said quietly.
"Hmm?" I muttered.
"Do you... know where she-"
"No," I said coldly. "I haven't seen her in nine years." I looked back at my iPod. "Tony! Floor it!"
"Why?" I couldn't see him in the dark, but he sounded confused.
"Just drive!"
"Explain."
I smiled slightly. "It's stupid. Forget I said anything."
"What?"
"It's just this show I watch," I admitted. "Everyone says that I'm addicted. They're probably right. Jordan..." I gulped, remembering where Jordan was right now. Or rather where he wasn't.
We were approaching Tony's apartment now. "Jordan what?"
I smiled at the memory. "He... dressed up like a walker. Tried to scare me. It worked."
"What's a walker?" he asked, sounding confused.
I sighed. "It's... you'd have to watch it to understand."
"Nah, I'll leave that ti you," he said as he got out of the car.
I smirked. It was nice to have something of my own.
12 AM
I jerked awake and realized two things. One, that the TV was still on. And tow, the my cell phone was ringing. Not only was it ringing, but it was Eric's ring tone.
I huffed and pressed the 'accept call' button. "Hello?" I said.
"Lina, are you okay? I told you to-"
"I know what you told me to do. And I'm fine, except for the fact that I'm up at 12 am talking to you."
"What? 12 am? I thought you said you were going to CA."
"Yeah, well it didn't really work out," I said.
There was a pause. "So how were those flesh eating zombie people with scary faces tonight?" he asked.
I laughed. "Those flesh eating zombie people with scary faces were good. Speaking of scary faces, how's yours?"
"What, by face?" I could tell he was smiling. "Me and my scary face are good."
"That's nice," I said. "Hey, look, I gotta go. I'm at Tony's place right now, and he'll probably kill me if he finds out I'm up this late. Seriously, you should have seen the look on his face when he found out what I was doing on Thursday."
"And what was you doing?" he asked.
"Er... I'll get back to you on that. Love ya. Bye."
"Wait, Lina-"
I pressed the end call button. At least now I would have time to think of an excuse. Because if Eric found out I was drinking? Well, let's just say Tony would be the least of my problems.
As to the TV show reference: It's called "The Walking Dead". I, personally, have never watched it, but I saw an ad for it, and I thought it would be cool to have Lina be a fangirl of something.
Okay, I know I haven't updated in, like, ever, and you have EVERY right to hate me for that. If I was in your place, I would have been going (even more) crazy by this point. And because of your extremely long wait, this story is now my HIGHEST PRIORITY. It took me a while because I hit a major barrier for a long time. Please don't kill me.
~Delila Jules