A/N: Hey guys!
Thank you so much to everybody who wrote a review on the previous drabbles, you guys are the best! :') I'm sorry, I know I haven't been answering them, but Real Life has been all kind of stressful and time consuming; this semester is almost done though (THANK GOD) so I'll start answering again, promise!
Three more drabbles for you ;-)
BALLS
When the moment came for her to strike, and being deprived of her gun, Olivia used the first weapon she could reach.
There was a sweet irony to it.
She grabbed one of the balls, her fingers curling into the holes, before stretching her arm out, giving force to her upcoming strike.
The bowling ball hit Sam's face with a sickening cracking noise. He fell to the floor, his fucking, superior smile finally gone from his face.
"Now that we made clear that I was done dealing with your Yoda crap, you're going to tell me the whole story." She almost growled. "Peter doesn't have time for more riddles."