I have successfully watched St Trinians on DVD four times today…….hehehe. Instead of writing, I was watching. I was also at the hairdressers……maybe Ziva will get pregnant soon….or maybe she won't……BWA HA HA HA HA!! By the way, my yearly exams are next week. STUDY STUDY STUDY!!
When Jayla woke up that morning, she was so shocked that she nearly fell off the bed. She was naked, and lying next to Warren Schoman, who was also naked. She searched her memories, but last night was a blur. Jayla didn't feel hung over, and there was no alcohol on her breath.
Pull yourself together, Jay. We can work this out She thought, getting up. Next to her, Warren stirred and rolled over, talking even though his eyes where closed.
"Mornin', Jay."
"Good morning, Warren." she replied, hunting around for her underwear. Bra on the bedside table, panties hanging from the door handle.
"What happened last night?" he asked, rubbing his head, feeling as confused as she was, "I'm trying to remember, but everything is blurry. Were we in the arctic, wearing togas while pink and purple pigs flew around our heads?"
Jayla just stared at him. He answered himself. "Nope. Didn't think so."
"Then what happened?" Jayla asked, grabbing her pants (hanging over the tech equipment) and shirt (lying on the floor in the middle of the room) and putting them on. Warren stood up and, using the bed sheets as cover, reached for his underwear (which were 'conveniently' located on the other side of the room, just under the safe).
"I…..I just don't know!" cried Warren, putting on his underwear and searching in his suitcase for a new shirt and pants. He glanced at the clock, "Shit! It's nearly 7:30! We gotta go eat!" Once they were both fully dressed, Warren and Jayla rushed into the kitchen.
"Sorry we're late, everyone! We fell asleep last night……uh….talking" said Jayla, thinking up a quick lie and hoping the others would fall for it. They didn't.
"Why were you talking naked?" asked Leah, tilting her head to the left, trying to look like a curious child. She turned to James, "Is it an American custom?" Jayla's face turned beetroot.
"Nope," said James. He turned to Tony. "Is it an Italian custom, Tony?"
"Don't think so," Tony replied. HE turned to Ziva. "Is it a Mossad custom, Ziva?"
"No." she said. She leaned closer to Tony and whispered "But we could make it our custom, yes?" She smiled, and Tony couldn't help but kiss her. It was only a peck, on the lips, but it was enough to draw a shocked reaction from their teams. Leah gasped, and James's eyes grew wide. Avraham's mouth dropped open. Bryce handed Jayla a 20 note.
"You two are sleeping together!" cried James.
"Kinda obvious, don't ya think, Probie?" asked Bryce, slapping poor James on the back of the head. Tony and Ziva laughed as Avraham shook his head.
"Who's up for take-out breakfast?" asked Jayla, trying to stray the subject from couples.
"Don't try to change the subject!" cried Leah
"But it's so tempting!" Leah grabbed her new friend and dragged her into the bathroom. Ziva followed them in.
"Jayla!" cried Leah the second that Ziva had closed the door, "What the hell were you thinking, going with Warren?"
"I don't know," she started, looking nervous, "He was nice……and…..I dunno."
"Jayla." Said Ziva, "Warren is-how would you say-a meek, yes?"
"It's Geek" corrected Leah
"Whatever. He is like McGee"
"Who?" they both asked at the same time, with matching puzzled expressions.
"Never mind. We should go back out."
"Yep." Leah opened the door and walked back out into the hallway, followed closely by Ziva and Jayla. They continued into the kitchen, where James was hanging up the phone.
"We just ordered a pizza." Said James, looking around at them. Leah giggled.
"But it is only 7:45 in the morning!"
"Never had pizza for breakfast before, Leah?" asked Tony, chuckling, "its Ziva's favorite breakfast." Everyone looked at Ziva.
"Well, it is his favorite food!" she cried, "What else was I going to eat in the mornings? Tony does not seem to know what the 'shopping' means!"
Everybody laughed and shook their heads at that one. So true….
