WHOA!
It's been, like, FOREVER since I updated.
*Gibbs-slaps self*
To be honest, I know for a fact I totally deserved that. But guess what?
I GOT SOME INSPIRATION!
But I also want to know when I should stop. I mean, it can't go on forever. I am currently at chapter 26 and by the looks of it, I'm guessing this will end up being 35-40 chapters. BUT it will also be the first story I have EVER ended. I'm serious. All the other stories I wrote before this kind of got dropped halfway. So endings are a whole new territory for me. Anyone got a map? :)
Chapter 24, Ziva's P.O.V
I turned the possibilities over in my head, comparing them, thinking of others, or at least trying to. It's not exactly the easiest thing to do. "Which... which is more likely?" I asked.
"That's a good question," Tony said. "They're both equally hard to believe."
"If you had to choose one."
He thought about that a minute. "I can't really decide. Option B sounds kind of cool, except I've never been one to believe in the supernatural, and it's pretty spooky."
"And option A would have to be a heck of a coincidence," McGee added.
"True," Abby said. "So basically option B is it. Now we just need to figure out how. You said she had dreams?"
"Yes," I replied. "But she didn't say anything about them."
"So that solves when and how. Now the question is what." She picked the drawing back up. "She saw her, either through an image or by actually seeing her."
"Well I don't know how we'll find out. She hasn't been herself since.." I paused. "She probably won't talk about it."
"Don't worry," she said. "We'll find a way."
I smiled lightly. "Thanks." But somehow, I wasn't sure that was the best thing to do.
Meanwhile... (Saihah's P.O.V)
Ziva had doubts about letting me go back after al that had happened, but I'd insisted. I guess I just couldn't stand being around all of them, knowing what I knew now. Plus, why would I need to stay back? I was not hurt.
"Hi!" Amy said frantically, laying some papers on the table. "Look, there's been a little... miss-hap."
Miss-hap?
"Savannah!" Amy called. A girl about my age with braided blonde hair walked over and Amy turned back to me. "Saihah, this is Savannah. Savannah, Saihah. I have to work with both of you today." A woman came over and tapped her on the shoulder. "Right after I sort a few things out." They walked off in the other direction, leaving me and Savannah sitting at the table.
"Sorry about this," Savannah said. "My mom made plans for tonight. Your name is really different. What origin is it?"
"Arabic," I replied coolly.
"Cool," she said, nodding. "Arabic... that's like, Middle Eastern, right?"
"Yes." I looked around to see if Amy was coming back yet. No such luck. I was not wanting to answer anybody's questions.
"So..." she said. "Are you new to this area?"
"Yes," I answered again. "I'm staying with my aunt."
"My dad lives here, which makes my mom's visitation days not to long of a drive, since she lives in Maryland."
"Your parents do not live together?" I asked.
"Nah, they separated a year ago." She looked around. "Oh, there's Amy!"
Amy took her seat at the table and I glanced over at Savannah. Was this what you'd call a friend?
Yes, it's a short one. Sorry guys.
I know I'm not very deserving, but could you check out my stories on this other site? The links are on my profile.
As always, REVIEW! Even if it's just to scold me for not updating, which I definitely need. I'll try to be more consistent! I promise!