"Tony, you're such an ass." Tony's head shot up and away from his paperwork. He had not, as Kelly feared, gone immediately to speak to Jeanne, thinking it was a little too late to be doing that tonight. Instead, he returned to the bullpen to work on some cold case files and to clear the argument from he'd had with his fiancé out of his head.
"Paris." DiNozzo acknowledged his younger sister. She gave him a sassy smirk, reaching up to brush some of her mousy brown hair out of her face. Her figure was well rounded but it could not be considered in any way shape or form could she be considered overweight. Named for the beautiful city in which she was conceived, Paris was drop dead gorgeous much like the city itself. Her pale seemed to go in perfect harmony with her light brown eyes.
"Aren't you going to ask why I said you were?" She was perched on the edge of Ziva's desk, directly across from him.
"I already know I'm an ass."
"That's good. Can we reach a break through as to why you're an ass?"
"Why? Because I hurt the woman I love."
"Kelly." Paris said at the same time her brother said "Jeanne."
"Jeanne." Tony stated firmly, giving Paris a dirty look.
"—is using you to hurt Kelly thus having Gibbs blame his daughter's unhappiness on Jenny, ruining her happy relationship just like she blamed Jenny for ruining her's."Paris stated firmly, crossing her legs lazily.
"That's not true! How would you find that out?"
"Because, my dear brother, I work for the C.I.A. A fact I thought you were well aware of by now. I'm not totally hopeless when it comes to investigating someone." Paris eyed him. "In fact, I believe my skills are far superior to yours. If you'd care to make a bet on that, I could use some extra money."
"How did you even get up here?" Tony changed the subject, annoyed. "First of all, I am in the C.I.A…remember? Secondl, I am related to an N.C.I.S. agent, and third, the guard thinks I'm cute." Paris let loose her sassy smirk yet again. It was her signature expression.
"Gibbs forbade you from coming up here after you nearly blew it up."
"Oh, I thought you weren't particularly fond of Gibbs and his little redhead right now? Besides, accidents happen…"
"You were pissed at Vance."
"I didn't say accidents didn't sometimes occur on purpose, now did I?" Paris allowed a laugh, the sound of it bouncing around the empty bullpen.
"Anyway, do tell why you're not with Kelly right now? I like that one."
"Because we had a fight."
"Oh, you had a fight, poor baby."
"Bite me."
"I'll pass thanks. My point is, everybody fights. Gibbs and Jenny fight and then they makeup. Kelly loves you and so does that little girl of yours."
"I'm not her biological father."
"Does blood really make a difference? Our father cut you out of the will when you became a cop and then you met Gibbs and he stepped in. Are you saying that Gibbs hasn't been like a father to you? You love Kelly, you shouldn't let old feelings keep you from her. You never loved Jeanne, though it's true it's the closest you've ever come. You just weren't use to being with a specific woman exclusively for so long. You loved the idea of what you had. With Kelly you love her."
"I guess I should head back home to Kelly then, huh?" Tony realized that of all the things that had come from his stunning, dangerous, and brilliant sister…this one made the most sense and had the most truth in it.
"Crawling on your hands and knees." Paris agreed, watching as he grabbed his coat, kissed her cheek, and headed for the elevator.
As soon as the door slid closed, she opened her cell phone and called Kelly, thinking it was only fair to give her a heads up.
I hope I created Paris well enough to the liking. I'm so sorry for not updating but this has been a bad time for me lately. Both my grade school and my high school are slated by the Archdiocese to close and being a teenager going to highschool, trying to make it the best year isn't as easy with the press in your face twenty-four seven. We will be filing the appeal shortly. Keep your fingers crossed until March when the decision is announced. Thank you.
-C.E.S.
