OMG! I did upload the wrong chapter...and i just found out! like two weeks after the wrong chapter went up! not a good moment. wince. sorry so much. and this is what the chapter was meant to be...
Disclaimer: Do not own NCIS,much to my dismay.
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Chp 5
third P.O.V...
"Here, DiNozzo, David," Gibbs tossed keys to Tony and Ziva, "Get settled into your house and we'll go to the office. Fornell, same to you too." Gibbs passed a pair of keys to Fornell.
"Jenny and I will go to our house, and so office, after, at 1540. Got it? Oh, your addresses are here, and remember to use your codenames." Gibbs extracted 3 notebooks with home, office, school and other addresses. Everyone climbed into their cars, and took off in different directions.
Emmery's P.O.V...
"Ziva, remember we are in London, so it would help if you slowed down a bit. It would look a bit suspicious if a housewife drove like an assassin maniac," Dad commented. He had wanted to drive the car, but Mum had beat him there and now he had to be content with the passenger seat, while my mum broke the speed limit. Finally, she took his advice and slowed down to the speed limit.
"Very well, Tony, happy now?" she snapped.
"Yes, sweet cheeks," Dad replied meekly, Mum smiled gloatingly.
"You know, Em, your dad...." she was cut off by a very nervous Dad.
"Oh, great Ziva, what are you going to tell Em now? For your information, I'd prefer that my daughter thought of me as...."
"Go on, Mum. What did Dad do?" I asked sweetly, and smiled at Dad who had his head in his hands.
"Oh...I have an interesting track record with cars. I learnt to drive in Israel, and this was how we drove in dangerous areas. It sort of became a habit. When I first arrived at NCIS, Gibbs made me watch, and since I felt like I had not done anything, I offered to drive. Tony, your father here, and McGee thought I nearly killed them, which was completely a lie. Oh, and you Dad took the pleasure of throwing up like a baby afterwards." I laughed.
"You did! And who wouldn't throw up at the end of your driving?....other than Emmery...." Dad was indignant. They began to banter and bicker, like usual. I lay back onto the chair and closed my eyes, tuning out from the random argument.....
"Claire Marie DiNozzo! Wakey, wakey!" Dad whispered. I immediately jerked up, it was lucky, because Dad was going to pour water down my ear. The water ended up on the car seat.
"Dammit, Em! I learnt that nifty trick from your mother for a reason!" Dad and I turned around and peered at Mum who was unpacking and unloading the bags from the car. She was going to kill Dad about the water on the car seat, but she had not noticed yet, and we didn't plan to bring it up.
"Keep this secret," I hissed to him, and together we acted like everything was normal. The house was nice, it was a double-storey house with a medium-sized garden at the back. I hauled my bag onto my back, and walked through the unlocked door. It was the hallway, and a beautiful oak staircase swirled up to the second-floor. To my right was the dining-room, connected to the kitchen. To my left was the living-room, with a lovely sun-bed by the window fitted out with colourful cushions. I rushed upstairs. There was a study (fitted out with many communication devices, a bit like MTAC) and two bedrooms. I went into the bedroom which had a sign on the door saying "Mary". It was a quaint bedroom, and I collapsed onto the bed, tired and jetlagged until......
"Mary DiNardo!" a voice which belonged to my mother screamed. So we were using codenames now. Great.
"Come down this instance, Miss!" I hurried down the stairs, to find my mum with hands on her hips and a murderous glare in her eyes. Next to her, my dad was trying to sneak away yet my mum grabbed him and held him by her side.
"Why do I see a wet car seat?" So she had found out. Thanks Dad for keeping it all quiet. Payback time.
"I was sleeping and Dad was going to pour water down my ear...." Mum swirled around to face Dad.
"Tony? You did that?" She stared at Dad.
"Uh.....well, she was sleeping so blame it on Em!" Mum was using her Mossad true-or-false thing, so Dad was trapped. She sighed, and we sighed with her in relief, as she wasn't going to kill us. Suddenly, a knife whizzed inches past Dad's ear.
"You two are exactly like children. Come, Em...I mean Mary, help me pack," I walked over to mum who was extracting the knife from the panelled wood. It had left a noticeable dent. Well, it wasn't that unusual as there were so many similar dents in the wall. I smiled, and together, we hauled the luggage to our room.
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