"What, twerp?"

Timothy cowered in the corner of the school as the bullies laughed and smiled at him. The biggest one, Evan, laughed at him and pointed.

"P-please!" His stutter was returning. "Guys, c-come on!"

"W-what, twerp bag? Where's your mommy?" Evan said mockingly. He laughed. "Is she gone? Does she care about her little Timmy?"

Timmy's eyes stung with tears. "D-don't you ever s-say th-that." He whispered.

"Hey!" A voice shouted. The four turned around. Behind them stood small little Ziva, with her arms crossed and her expression furious.

"Hey what, little kid?" Evan asked.

"Hey, leave my friend alone." She marched over by Timmy and stomped her foot. "And that's an order!"

The boys all laughed yet again. "Because we're so afraid of you." He laughed hysterically.

However, Ziva smiled. "Okay then. If you don't believe me, I guess I'll have to prove it."

The boy raised his eyebrow.

Ziva suddenly snorted. "I forgot. I don't fight other girls."

The circle of older boys snickered. Evan's face turned red.

"Shut up, you little dipwad." He muttered.

Ziva looked him straight in the eye. "Make me." She said.

He swung out his fist to hit her, but she seized it, and swung him around. She then jumped up and planted both of her feet square in the chest, pushing off of him. He flew backwards, shaken at the small girl's strength and agility.

"Come on, let's get outta here." Evan mumbled, rubbing his chest.

Ziva turned to McGee. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked him, looking him over for bruises. Timmy shook his head.

"Th-thanks, Ziva. Those boys are m-mean to me a lot." He said quietly.

"It's fine, Timmy." She said. The bell rang. She looked at him, and paused only for a second before giving him a big hug, squeezing her eyes shut. Tim paused before returning itShe let go of him, and looked him straight in the eyes. "Don't tell anyone I did that, okay?" Timmy nodded. "Come on. Back to class." She took his arm gently and started walking towards the hall.


Ducky was reading his book when, suddenly, he felt a little hand tapping his shoulder. He looked over to a little boy with wire glasses looking up at him.

"Hi. I'm Jimmy. We met a few days ago?" He inquired.

Ducky nodded, smiling. "I remember."

"Well, umm…" Jimmy trailed off. "I'm kinda lonely. The other kids think I'm kind of weird." He said. "Can I hang out with you?"

"Well, you can sit with me. I'm not doing much of anything." Ducky gestured for the empty floor space beside him.

"What are you reading?" Jimmy looked over at his book. It was lots of words, with some weird pictures. Diagrams, detailed drawings, tiny print that Ducky had to squint to read sometimes, even with his glasses on. It seemed like much too hard for a ten-year-old to be reading, but Ducky was apparently enjoying every second of it.

"American Medical History. I wanna be a doctor when I grow up!" Ducky pointed to the pictures. "See, that's the abdomen, and that's an intestine." Ducky pointed out the organs. Jimmy smiled. "I think I want to be a doctor, too. It looks like fun."

"fun? It's amazing! Saving lives is what you're doing!" Ducky said excitedly, flipping the pages, and pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose.

"If you ever become a doctor, can be your assistant?" Jimmy asked.

"Of course, Jimmy!"


Tony sat on the couch at his house, watching Scarface.

"As long as you don't tell Mommy, I'll let you watch it." DiNozzo Senior said, plopping the boy on the couch after he had asked about the movie.

Tony watched the screen intensely.

"Say hello to my little friend!" The man on screen screamed before firing his gun and laughing madly. Tony cowered just the tiniest bit into the couch.

"I don't like this movie." He mumbled, fumbling for the remote and shutting off the TV. He shook the tiniest bit as he remembered the man screaming like he was crazy. Tony decided that he didn't like that at all, and that he would never let anyone do that, not while he was around. Tony approached his father, who was sitting at his desk, and tugged on his sleeve.

"Daddy?"

His father was sweating slightly, running through the papers. He looked down at Tony, slightly frantic.

"Oh. Tony. I thought you were watching your movie."

Tony shook his head. "I, umm, shut it off. I wanted to ask something, dad."

"Fire away." DiNozzo Senior said distractedly.

"Daddy, who are the people that get the people like Mr. Capone?" Tony asked.

"Police. Cops." He looked at his son. "You wanna be one?" He asked, slightly apprehensive.

Tony Junior shifted slightly. "Umm….yeah."

"You don't wanna be no cop." The father stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

"But I do."

"Okay, well, then, I guess I got no jurisdiction for what you do." He sighed. His son was going to turn out much different then him.


Sorry, short chap!

DEAL. WITH. IT.

Lol jk jk but, please, guys, review!

-Vi