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That ACDC Chick
All That Noiz
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i needed a traitor in the midst
i just so happened to choose the one person on my ignore list
i wasnt mad or anything when i wrote it
it was simply a necessity
EDIT: typo fixed
Last edited by That ACDC Chick on Apr 8th, 2009 at 05:20 PM
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That ACDC Chick
All That Noiz
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Location: Your mom's basement. |
i know its not fiction but im bored as **** 
An All Out Brawl
When people talk about ice hockey, the first thing that usually comes to mind is fighting. Fighting is perhaps the most well-known and enjoyed aspect of hockey and is the factor considered one of the most important. Many players take pride in their skills as fighters, also known as “enforcers”, causing them to spend a lot of time honing their skills. Fighting is also the most controversial topic in hockey as it causes many problems and consequences. However, due to the potential to completely change a game as well as games to come, fighting in all levels of ice hockey should not be banned.
Granted, there are severe injuries that can result from a fight. According to an expert panel dealing with concussions, “Fighting is one of the known causes of concussion, and may result in the related long-term complications. Fighting can cause needless death.” Whether it comes from being punched repeatedly in the head or from falling onto the ice, the most severe and yet common injury in a hockey fight is a concussion. Very few deaths are a result of fighting, the first recorded being in January of 2009 who fell into a coma after a fight and passed away three weeks later. But it was this instance that rekindled the cries to ban fighting from all levels of hockey.
However, a sense of intimidation sets into the minds of other teams when someone wins a fight. An enforcer is an unofficial role of a hockey team, also referred to as a “tough guy”, “fighter”, or “goon”, who deter or respond to the dirty plays by the opposing team. One known instance of an enforcer hired to intimidate another team is Bob Dill who was hired by the New York Rangers to rough up Maurice “Rocket” Richard. The result was Richard knocking Dill out cold twice in a single game. The opposite of an enforcer is referred to as a “pest”, or agitator. These players are used to anger, annoy or distract other players in order to cause them to draw a penalty. Some notable pests include Matt Cooke of the Pittsburgh Penguins, Jarkko Ruutu of the Ottawa Senators and Sean Avery of the New York Rangers.
Of course, there are players that are hired simply because of their fighting capabilities. Many fighters use tactics in fighting which include to grab the other persons jersey to not only hold yourself upright but to keep them at a distance from you but close enough to be able to hit them. An “instigator” of a fight is the person who is said to cause the fight. As a result, he is penalized an extra two minutes and his team is left a man short, as part of the recently added “Instigator Rule”. Etiquette incorporated into fighting, but not enforced by the NHL rulebook, includes agreeing beforehand to a fight, usually via verbal or physical means, and respecting a rival who declines to a fight. This is because winning a fight when the opposition is injured or sick leaves an empty victory over them, this in mind, the player is granted a “free pass” from fighting that particular game. Fairness and gracefully losing or winning are two other examples of etiquette used by enforcers.
Nevertheless, star players of a team always need to be protected so they can play to their best possible ability. Wayne Gretzky, perhaps the greatest hockey player in history, has had many players hired to protect him out on the ice. Another player, known as the Great One, Mario Lemieux has had many enforcers to guard his performance in the rink. Perhaps the quintessential hockey player, acting as both an enforcer and phenomenal scorer, was Gordie Howe. An unofficial statistic, named after Howe, is an achievement few teams have claimed. The Gordie Howe Hat Trick is when a player participates in a fight, records a goal, and an assist in a game, as opposed to the regular hat trick where a player records three goals in one game.
One must admit that if one person steps out of line, their team can be penalized and end up a man short. In amateur leagues such as the one in England, a player who participates in a fight receives a ten-minute misconduct penalty and is fined as well as being possibly suspended from play. Sometimes a fight gets too out of hand, like what took place on March 5, 2009 with the Philadelphia Flyers and the Ottawa Senators which included many fights between players not normally known as enforcers a well as goaltenders Robert Esche and Patrick Lalime. The game ended with the NHL record for most penalty minutes, four hundred and nineteen. Penalties are categorized into two groups; major, five minutes, and minor, two minutes, that is determined by either the referees or NHL headquarters in Toronto.
Still the potential to turn the tide over to the other team is always a factor when one team is dominating a game. This is called momentum in hockey. If a team is up by a number of points and the other team is making some very bad plays, they sometimes need a fight in order to get them going on the right track. However, there are two different types of momentum that can change a game, or season, for good. Negative momentum results when a team’s player loses a fight on home turf, this gives the crowd negative emotions that can translate into more bad plays. Positive momentum is when a player wins a fight on home turf when their team is losing and the crowd gets more into the game, the result; better scoring chances and a sense of hope in a dismal situation.
Hence, fighting in ice hockey is a factor that cannot be eliminated because of its ability to change games and players. Although many negative reactions can result after a fight, there are, consequently, positive reactions. AS the Toronto Maple Leafs owner, Conn Smythe, once said, “If you can’t beat ‘em in the alley, you can’t beat ‘em on the ice.” This statement holds true for many reasons, and those are the reasons that people like Georges Laraque and Eric Godard still look for fights every game they’re in. Thus, it is people like Laraque and Godard that make hockey’s most exciting aspect of the game, a part of the game.
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That ACDC Chick
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The Resistance
Prologue
Marko Romanis seemed like a usual semi-innocent politician when, in the year 2150, he ran for president of the United Earth Sphere Coalition. It had been almost a hundred years since all the countries of Earth made peace and formed the U.E.S.C. Every ten years or so, they held a worldwide election, made easy by the technology of the times, in order to decide on a new president. Over the hundred years that spanned the U.E.S.C.’s existence, they had ten elections which resulted in four American presidents, three French, two British and one German.
Every country is protected by the Declaration of Unity, similar the Declaration of Independence drawn up by the original Americans in the 1700’s. Under that protection, they kept their boundaries, and each had a Representative in the Coalition that met once a month to discuss the various needs of the world. After the first two elections, they had ended world hunger, prohibited the deadliest drugs known to man, and created new ones that were not only alternatives, but beneficial to one’s health.
The third, fourth, and fifth terms saw the eradication of terrorism and religious disputes, no matter how large or small. The final five elections proved strong in upholding the peace and unity set forth by the previous half as well as usher in a new age of technology. With the addition of tracers placed into the arm of every person on Earth, crime was all but eliminated from the public and private eye. But police and military forces were still in effect to establish a sense of security into the citizens of the U.E.S.C.
Mr. Romanis came from a wealthy Russian name, but it was his charm, not his money, that led him deep into politics. It was the kind of charm that could swoon women as well as enthrall men. A former war veteran, he fought hard in the Franco Wars of 2040 when the U.E.S.C. was still drawing up the documents to hold them together. The French Protested and declared war on the rest of the world. They erected walls around their capital city of aris that still stand to this day. For sixty years the French stayed barricaded within their city walls, completely shut out from the outside world around them. After the sixty years of tyranny under the hand of Jacques Rofliairé, they decided it was best to surrender and join instead of to continue to crumble.
No one knew that this highly decorated war hero who had fought seven battles in his career as General of the Russian army would literally take over the world. As soon as Romanis was inaugurated into office on February 17th, 2151 not only threw the rules out but decreed them blasphemy. He reinstated the church and placed it in the only position relatively close to himself in power. He hid the Declaration of Unity, its location only known by him; the others who were involved in its removal from power were all killed and exiled once the deed was completed.
He instated a Secret Police made up of werewolves and outlawed all other species of Magicks. Disappearances took place nightly, and they happened to anybody. Once the Wolves showed up, the person or persons they took were never seen again and those who knew them wished them a quick death devoid of pain. Those opposing Romanis’ rules not only looked forward to the next election, but also were ready to kill Romanis as soon as the position of power had passed from his hands onto the next president.
But the election never took place. Not after his ten year term was up, not after twenty years, not even after thirty years in office. Without the Declaration, Romanis claimed, he didn’t have to pass the torch; he could, and would, reign forever. But as the decades came and went, Romains never aged a bit. He still looked like the youthful General that conquered the French forces who tried to invade neighboring England. Even after all of his supporters and political acquaintances turned to dust in the wind, his words were vibrant and strong in his speeches, and he didn’t look a day over 45.
Yet, as he spread his hand of power and influence across the globe and the galaxy, an underground resistance movement stirred. It grew. It thrived. Made up of Magicks and mortals alike, they trained and readied themselves for the day of Romains’ downfall. Whether it is at their hands, or the hands of time, they were prepared. And unbeknownst to him, his reign would soon be at an end.
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May 11th, 2009 05:31 PM |
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All That Noiz
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Location: Your mom's basement. |
Ch. 1
Two pairs of eyes peered into the clearing; they looked over the expanse of green lawn and to the mansion sitting in the middle of the field like clearing. With a nod to each other, the owners of the eyes leapt from their perch in the tree in a grand arc through the nighttime air. At the peak of their arc, they became nothing but two silhouettes on the ever-full moon.
After what seemed like an eternity, the figures feet touched the grass so softly that the microscopic sensors housed in each blade of grass couldn’t pick up their movements. The two figures moved across the lawn fast enough that the sensors only picked up the whisper of wind they left behind seconds after they had already passed. Without pausing, they leaned into a crouch but kept the same speed as they moved under the one-lit window.
In the large windows that circled around the ground floor of the mansion, micro-cameras embedded in the glass winked to life. Although they weren’t able to pick any movement, they continued to sweep the area for any signs of life. Invisible to mortal eyes, an infrared light covered the immediate area, once the micro-cameras were satisfied that nothing was there, they shut down for another two minutes until they performed another scan.
The lock was simple to jimmy and soon the figures were inside before the hinges had any time to squeak. Inside the front foyer the only light came from beneath heavy red oak doors to the left of the front door. On the other side of the doors, two people lay entwined on the black leather couch sitting in front of the crackling fire.
The man lying on top of the woman let out a groan of frustration and he removed his hands from under her shirt. The woman looked over to the previously unoccupied armchair with a look of brief rage. The other woman, who now occupied the chair flashed a smile to her oldest friends as her husband closed the heavy velvet curtains to the outside world.
“Remind me to never sit on that thing again,” the woman in the chair said with a look of slight disgust.
“Good to see you too,” the other said.
Then as if by synchronization, they stood to hug each other.
“It’s good to see you Kay,” one said, her silver hair hung loosely down her back in a sheet of captured moonlight.
“You weren’t too worried about us, now were you?” Kyrie ‘Kay’ Crosby asked in an amused tone.
“Maybe a little bit,” Anastasia ‘Anna’ Johnson said.
“A little bit?” Brian Johnson asked, “You practically had an anxiety attack.”
“And you were just comforting her then?” Sidney ‘Sid’ Crosby joked.
“Possibly,” Brian said.
“Again, I’m never sitting there again,” Kay inclined her multi-hued brown hair to the couch.
After they laughed and finished their greetings, the quartet went straight into the business they were meeting for. Although they were all vampires, their eyes each showed the wear and tear of the war they fought against Romanis and his movements to eradicate the world of vampires and other Magick’s like them. Upstairs, the four Johnson children slept silently, or so they thought.
“Brandon I can’t hear a thing so move,” Amelia Johnson said as she shoved her oldest sibling from his position beside the air vent.
Being the youngest of the Johnson’s, her hearing was the least developed, even at the age of 267 years old. Angela Johnson, Amelia’s twin sister, had her left ear practically pressed up against the white metal grate. Both of the girls’ hair was as strikingly silver as their mothers while the boy pair of twins was copies of their father. After being shunned away from the grate by his sister, Brandon returned to his post at the window alongside his brother.
“Do you think Sean and them are alright?” Brendon asked.
“Of course, they’re Crosby’s’. Why wouldn’t they be?” Brandon inquired.
“Shh! Boys! Something’s goin’ on,” Angela shushed.
On the floor below them, the Johnson children could hear their mother’s Transylvanian voice cry out in surprise.
“Pregnant?! But they’ve only been together a few decades,” Anna said.
“That’s what I said,” Sid said, by the sound of it, he wasn’t exactly the happiest man on earth about the news.
“In this day and age, its like that one story we used to always read as kids,” Anna said.
“Yeah, uh… Harry Potter. I know what you mean,” Kay said her voice sounding distant.
“So where is everybody?” Brian asked.
“There’s an old office building we’re hunkering down in for the time being,” Kay replied.
“You should move here,” Anna suggested, “It’s dangerous out there with Elly being… you know.”
“Holy shit,” Amelia whispered.
They listened for more but their father’s English tone gave nothing more away. The hours passed but the only useful pieces of information were about their next destination and news of Angus and Faylene Young’s arrival due in a week. But before the conversation went on any further, dawn approached and the Johnson children knew they were due for their lessons shortly.
Fifty miles away, an old building stood unnoticed on what used to be the corner of a busy city by the name of Detroit, Michigan. The Crosby family sat around a single tiny flame, the only source of heat they had. It didn’t really bother them, the cold, but it was comfortable to be around. The two girls of the Crosby family had been long since married, leaving Sean as the only bachelor.
“Well they’re taking their time,” Jacob Michael Ridgley commented when the hours turned later and later.
“There’s a lot of business they have to take care of,” Sean replied in a hostile voice.
Kiriel narrowed her eyes at her older brother. On a secure TeleLine, she had a talk with her siblings.
‘Look, I know how much you hate us right now but-,’ she started.
‘Aw, c’mon Elly. We don’t hate you,’ Kara Jane, the youngest of the Crosby’s retorted.
‘Well you coulda fooled me,’ Kiriel quipped.
‘You know our reason,’ Sean asserted, ‘You’ve only been married how long?’
‘Long enough. Look. We don’t have to stay here and take this you know. If this keeps up, we’re gone,’ Elly snapped.
“Um, guys, I hate to interrupt, but I think our parents are back,” Jacobs Cockney voice cut through their TeleLine like a knife.
“We’re not done,” Sean vowed.
“Yes. We. Are,” Elly hissed.
“That’s enough kids,” Sidney chided in a stern voice.
“Pack up camp. We’re going to spend the rest of stay with Anna and Brian,” Kay said once the door separating them from the rest of the world was secure.
“Really? Is that a good idea?” Patrick Jane asked.
“It’s the best option we got right now with Elly’s situation,” Sid replied as he began to salvage usable items from the building.
Without thought, the rest of the family followed suit and in minutes, the camp they had set up was packed away and every salvageable item they could find was compacted into HyperCubes. Although they were immortal and immune to all of the human diseases that have developed over the centuries, they moved at a slower pace than usual to accommodate the extra package Kiriel was carrying.
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May 11th, 2009 05:37 PM |
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All That Noiz
Gender: Unspecified
Location: Your mom's basement. |
Ch. 2
Marko Romanis sat at the helm of the latest ship to grace the ozone of Earth. Although the craft he now steered was simply a prototype and he was running a mere test run, Romanis felt the craft he was in should belong to him as soon as the interior was refurbished to his liking. Despite the protests from his lead scientists and engineers, Romanis insisted on making the maiden voyage in the magnificent vessel as soon as he laid his soulless black eyes on it.
The sleek exterior was perfectly polished so that whenever it flew, the reflective surface all but made the ship invisible. This helped not only to keep the citizens of Earth unawares of him spying on them, but it miraculously kept him off the radar. The weapons fired high concentrations of particle beams reminiscent of the movie Star Wars from the 1970’s. But unlike the movie, they were protected using PlastiGlass infused with titanium.
Romanis’ wife, Dalia Ibelhauptaite was currently making her way around the ship to see where they need to make aesthetic improvements. Her purple and scarlet dress could be seen whipping around corners and waltzing down the clean, white corridors. The pearls and other precious gems clanged on her wrists and around her neck as the golden heels on her feet clicked and clacked down the polished floors.
She too had the soulless black eyes like her husband. Her hair flowed around her in golden waves and the rest of her features were just as beautiful. But her demeanor was anything but that of beauty. If she weren’t married to the most powerful being in the world, she would most likely be the head of a brothel in France. The only thing keeping her out of the slums of France was her financial ability with the Presidents funds and budgets.
“Marko!” her screeching Russian voice called out when she entered the cockpit.
“Yes, oh love of my life?” Romanis asked.
“I think we need to make a new budget for the renovation of the Dalia III,” she said in a sweet voice to her husband.
“You’re the one in charge of my money,” he said steering the craft into the holding bay of his headquarters on the moon.
“I am not. I am merely your financial advisor, my love,” she said nonchalantly.
“But of course you are. Ever since I married you, you’ve taken over my money like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You determine how much to spend on the new renovations, you determine the budget for the food supply of each country, you even determine how lavish of a front lawn we should have,” Romanis exploded.
Suddenly, his black eyes were alive with a fire rarely seen in the President. The air in the cockpit grew hot and stuffy with his anger and the crew began gasping for air. A sweat brimmed on Romanis’ brow and his teeth seemed to sharpen as he bared them at his wife. Dalia took a step back, her hands up in surrender.
“It is alright Marko. Calm down. Let the men breathe, I beg of you,” she pleaded calmly.
The air cooled and the air began to fill the lungs of the crewmembers once more. But Romanis kept the same look of rage on his face as everyone else emptied the ship to complete an inspection. After a few minutes more, Romanis’ features softened, all except the fire burning in his eyes.
“If you weren’t so good with my money woman, I would have you dead by now,” he whispered to her as he passed, “Think about that.”
Once he left the holding bay of his Moon based headquarters, Romanis walked the long trek to his private quarters. Along the way, he enjoyed the sights of his virtual empire on Earth’s largest satellite. The empire Romanis built was a grand one and it didn’t include simply the Moon. 200 years ago, Marko Romanis literally took over the world, a dream only thought possible in science fiction and comic books.
Once the door to his private sweet was locked, Romanis shed the regal façade he was forced to play as long as he interacted with the lower life forms of Earth. Although Romanis was a being of another world, he didn’t look any different from the humans that walked among him, which is why he was able to take their world so easily. But his time on Earth didn’t begin when he took Presidency; it began many, many years into the past, before the U.E.S.C. had even begun to form.
The year was 2012, the world was afraid that the Rapture or Armageddon was going to take place and their lives would all end. By the time December 12th had come around, nearly half the world’s population had sold all of their material possessions and eaten what they thought would be their last meal. But the day came… and went. The Vatican was in an upheaval, all known scripture was put into question and with most of the humans without food or shelter, and everything was chaos.
In a way, the Apocalypse had come, but it was nothing that the scripts and translations had predicted. For a long time, everything religious-wise shut down. Then, out of the blue, an anonymous Russian man rose from no where and instilled faith and hope into the religions of Earth. Single handedly, he united the faiths under one; universal faith, then he simply disappeared.
Centuries later, unbeknownst to the citizens of Earth, then still divided in their respective native countries and islands, Romanis returned. His return before the Great War was no coincidence; it was planned by Romanis and his father. The Great War paved the way for the U.E.S.C. to form while Romanis rose through the ranks of the Russian Military in the French Battles. By the end of the Great War, Romanis had fought in seven different battles, risen through ten different rankings and received ten different awards for his service.
Then the election came. After the first six Presidencies went smoothly, Romanis decided to run for the seventh election. Although it seemed he had many good things to offer Earth, once he was sworn in, it became apparent these things were never meant to be. Instead, the Declaration of Unity, the document that officially unified the many countries that made up Earth, disappeared, suddenly, Magicks were being hunted and put in camps. Things only went from bad to worse from there. When the next election was scheduled to be, Romanis dubbed it to never happen, that with the Declaration gone, he didn’t have to give up his seat.
“I see the new ship is in tip top shape, son,” a young voice said from behind him.
The heavy armchair sitting in front of the roaring fire suddenly was facing Romanis’ direction. And in it… a small girl.
“Yes, father. It sailed as planned,” Romanis bowed his head in respect to his father.
Many years ago, when the Resistance first made its appearance, Satan himself rose from Hell to aid his son. But somehow his magick got mixed up and he came in the form of a small, human girl. Although the form was bothersome to the King of Hell, it suited his purpose. Now Satan posed as Romanis’ daughter, and future heir to his empire.
“Good, then we can move on with our next plan,” Satan leapt out of the chair and landed on the Oriental rug with a grunt.
“And what would that plan be, father?” Romanis asked, knowing perfectly well what he was going to say.
“The complete and utter destruction of the Resistance. But first… we must destroy the remaining Magicks that foul the Earth with their ways,” Satan snarled.
“Of course father,” Romanis replied.
“First we have to find the remaining pockets of Magicks hiding out in the mountains and ghost town,” Satan removed the lid from the tray on a silver platter and picked up a random piece of food.
“I think I know exactly where to begin,” Romanis said as his father popped a piece of centaur meat into his mouth.
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May 11th, 2009 05:37 PM |
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That ACDC Chick
All That Noiz
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okay heres the story
me and TGF decided to write plays[his is based one Green Day and mines....you guessed it...AC/DC]
so anywho, heres scene one 
Part 1: Bon
Act 1: Down Payment Blues
Scene 1: A Whole Lotta Rosie
[Run down apartment in the slums of New York City.]
Morning. Sunlight pours through a dirty window. Our protagonist lays amidst a heap of grimy sheets in an even grimier room. The pain in his head blinds him as soon as he decides to open his eyes to the morning light. Falling back on the sticky pillow, he tries to remember last night.
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Ben: Now look here, we played a damn good show. We brought in probably more customers than you’ll see in the rest of your miserable life. If you can’t oblige and lend a few hungry souls some food, I don’t think we’ll be playing here again.
Bartender: Now you look here. I paid you all the amount I felt fit. If you don’t feel you deserve that, give me back my money and get the hell out of my bar. Plus, I’ve seen more people in church on a weekday than in that audience tonight. And your performance was mediocre at the best. That boy there is the only reason anyone even stayed. He looked like a goddamn stripper up there!
Andrew: Hey **** you man! I ain’t a stripper!
Michael and Paul hold Andrew by the arms to prevent him from advancing
Bartender: Alright that’s enough get out of here now!
The boys leave in a haste and start climbing into their van when a group of girls approach them.
Girl 1: Hey boys, we heard you arguing for some food.
Girl 2: We’d be willing to feed you in exchange for something.
Andrew: We don’t have much money.
Chris: No you dolt. Sex.
Andrew: Ooooooohhhhh.
A rather large member of the group walks over to Ben.
Girl 3: [whispers] Don’t worry, we’ll make it worth your while.
A look of nausea crosses Ben’s face.
The band returns to the girls apartment for a good meal and a round of drinks.
At one point, the large girl drags Ben to the bedroom for the night.
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Girl 3: Good morning handsome.
Ben shouts, grabs his clothes and runs from the apartment into the streets of New York.
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May 15th, 2009 11:05 PM |
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All That Noiz
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Prologue
Captain Michael Richardson strode through the doors of the mess hall with a look of obvious annoyance etched into his dark features. After a cursory glance around the room, he strode through the doors once more into the hall leading to the sick bay. The three decks of the USS. Grey Fox held 400 crew members but the Captain had no problem with finding anybody wherever they chose to hide, especially the only Vampire on the submarine.
“Has anyone seen Lieutenant Johnson?” Capt. Richardson called out; the rage in his voice caused the Doctor dressing a wound on a Petty Officer to jump suddenly.
“N-no sir, she didn’t report for her morning meds either,” the Doctor reported.
With a curse, the Captain stormed down the hall towards the steps heading to the lower deck, and the living quarters. One look at the Captain and the various crew members that were mingling in the hallway jumped into a salute. When Capt. Richardson reached the door leading to Lt. Amelia Johnson’s private quarters. Usually, the door had a strip of tape on the door, but now there was none and when he tried the knob, he found the door to be securely locked as always. Richardson pulled his master key from his belt and began to unlock the door.
That’s then a blood curdling scream hit his ears. Once the door was open, he found Lieutenant Amelia Johnson strung up from the ceiling by her hands with blood around her mouth. On the floor laid Lieutenant Commander Eric Dentrant….
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May 30th, 2009 04:08 AM |
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Ch. 1
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo took a long, deep breath as he stepped from the elevator into the spacious headquarters of NCIS. The scent of hot coffee and hard work always perked him up in the morning, and on this particular morning, he needed it. He rounded the desks leading to his own and spotted the rest of the team gathered around the plasma screen set up between the team leaders, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, desk and the desk of Special Agent Ziva David. After setting his pack down, he rushed over and stood behind Special Agent Timothy McGee. On the screen was a photo of a woman with long white blonde hair tied tightly behind her head in the usual Navy style.
“Who’s the babe?” DiNozzo asked after David whatever she was saying.
“Lieutenant Amelia Teresa Johnson. She was found this morning tied to the ceiling of her private quarters with blood all over her mouth,” Gibbs said from behind DiNozzo.
“Foreplay gone wrong?” DiNozzo asked a little too enthusiastically.
“No, she’s a Vampire,” Gibbs replied.
Instantly DiNozzo’s enthusiasm drained away, “Too bad boss,” he said.
“What’s wrong with Vampires?” McGee asked.
“They creep me out. Their eyes, their powers, their,” DiNozzo swallowed, “diet.”
“Well you need to get over that fear DiNozzo, she’s in interrogation right now,” Gibbs said.
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Lt. Johnson sat tied to a metal chair in a prison uniform; the tight handcuffs cut lines in her wrists.
‘Great, woke up tied, now I’m tied up in NCIS,’ she thought before cringing in pain at the loud thoughts of the former Marine heading her case, ‘Even better. A loud one.’
Agent Gibbs walked through the door with a strict poker face on and his thoughts turned up to 11. Without a word, Gibbs pulled up a chair and laid the photos from the crime scene before her. The sight of them sent cold shivers down her spine and a hot flame erupted in her throat. The blood. It stared at her, forcing her to recall the scent, the feel, the taste. Against her will, Johnson's hands struggled against the metal handcuffs.
“Lieutenant Amelia Teresa Johnson,” he said in a soft voice, “Daughter to the famous Brian and Anastasia Johnson. Graduated from Oxford University in 1998 and quickly rose through the ranks once joining the Navy in 2002. The only Vampire aboard the USS Grey Fox as part of an experiment to test the compatibility of Magicks within the government.”
Gibbs paused to let his words hang in the air like an accusation.
“Now how did you end up chained to the ceiling in you private quarters covered in the blood of a commanding officer?” he probed.
For a long time she stayed quiet as she attempted to suppress the nausea that made her system swim. On the other side of the two-way mirror she could hear the conversation going on between the three Agents working for Gibbs. She focused on this to aid her regaining control.
“So… why do Vampires sneak you out?” David asked.
“The term is ‘creep you out’ Ziva and I already told you why,” DiNozzo said quietly as they watched their boss interrogate Johnson.
“No you only told us the characteristics that creep you out, not the real reason,” McGee said.
“When I was little I saw the original Dracula movie, never liked them since,” he replied.
“That was fiction, she’s a real Vampire,” David pointed out.
“All the more reason to fear her,” DiNozzo said.
Fighting a smile, Lt. Johnson brought herself back to her current predicament and looked Agent Gibbs straight in the eye when she answered.
“I don’t remember much from last night Agent Gibbs, only that someone took me from my rounds after my evening practice and I woke up this morning covered in a human’s blood,” she said.
“Not just a human’s blood, Lieutenant, but Lieutenant Commander Eric Dentrant’s blood,” he said pointing to the pictures.
Johnson fought the urge to look at the horror before her.
“Possibly,” she said, “you haven’t gotten your lab results back from downstairs.”
“And how do you know that?” Gibbs leaned forwards, the confusion sent his thoughts up another notch.
“You forget what I am. And please, tone it down a bit,” she pleaded.
Gibbs snatched up the photos and stormed from the room.
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Ch. 2
“She can read minds?” McGee asked when they saw Gibbs leave the interrogation room.
“Looks like it Probie,” DiNozzo said as they left the room and followed Gibbs down the hall.
“What do we do?” David asked.
“Get the test results from Abby before Lt. Johnson hears,” Gibbs said, “McGee, go keep our guest company while we sort this all out.”
“B-boss?” McGee stopped in his tracks.
“You heard me go!” Gibbs shouted.
McGee ran down the hall back to the interrogation room and stopped at the door. The thought of being in the same room as a Vampire didn’t scare him like DiNozzo, but it still unsettled him. With a quick glance at his reflection in the shined steel door, he fixed his tie and opened the door.
“Finally. A quiet one,” he heard her whisper in gratitude.
“I am Special Agent Timothy McGee,” he said as he sat in Gibbs’ vacant chair.
“Lieutenant Amelia Johnson. I’d shake your hand Agent McGee but as you know, I’m a bit incapacitated,” she said.
“Please, call me Tim,” he said with a small smile.
“You’re afraid of me aren’t you?” she asked suddenly.
“What? No. Of course I’m not,” McGee stammered.
“It’s the teeth,” she shook her head, “People hate them.”
“They’re fine, really,” McGee insisted.
Johnson flashed a full toothed smile suddenly and the young Agent shot back in his chair, swallowing his words. Lt. Johnson let out a low chuckle as McGee composed himself once more. For a while they sat in silence, Johnson mainly listening to Agent McGee’s thoughts. They were in turmoil, caught between the possibility of her being innocent and the overwhelming evidence that pointed to her being guilty. Then a thought struck her broadside like a bull.
‘He wants me to be innocent,’ she realized.
Just as McGee opened his mouth to speak the thought aloud, Agent Gibbs came through the door and took the seat next to McGee. From the folder he carried Gibbs pulled the results of the testing done on Lt. Johnson’s clothes and the autopsy report from the Autopsy Technician Dr. Mallard. For a long time, they sat in silence as Johnson read over the reports.
“And I’m allowed to read these because…?” she let the question hang there in the air, waiting to be plucked down and answered.
“You’ve been cleared of all charges. The blood we found on you turned out to be from a pig, and the holes in Lieutenant Commander Eric Dentrant neck were from a ballpoint pen,” Gibbs explained in a low voice.
“Still doesn’t answer-,” she began.
“And you’ve been assigned by Captain Richardson to aid us in the case because it seems there’s another Vampire out there,” Gibbs interrupted.
This news surprised Lt. Johnson somewhat. Back in her quarters, she knew someone else of her kind had been there, but whatever they used to knock her out also muffled her senses. Then everything clicked.
‘NCIS has no clue about Magicks,’ she thought.
A small smile flashed around her mouth before she spoke; it happened so fast that McGee wasn’t sure it had happened at all and he wondered if Gibbs saw anything.
“I’ll help you,” she said matter-of-factly.
“The catch?” Gibbs asked as if he were willing to meet any need.
“No catch,” she leaned forward on her forearms and looked both Agents in the eye, “I wasn’t raised that way. This Vampire goes against the Code-.”
“Vampires have a Code?” she heard DiNozzo say in the other room.
“And he or she needs to be brought in,” she said simply, “Otherwise they’ll extend their hunting ground out from just the Navy, maybe as far as Innocents.”
“So this is just a Vampire setting up hunting grounds?” McGee asked in a confused voice.
“No,” she confirmed, “This is all a sick little game to him or her. And the first kill last night was only the pregame. It’s gonna get much worse after this.”
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Ch. 3
The next morning Lieutenant Amelia Johnson walked into NCIS in full uniform, per request by her Captain, and rounded the desks to find the team all working at their desks except for Agent DiNozzo who was scarfing down his breakfast. A smile played with Johnson as she saw the faces he made when he tried to swallow a particularly large mouthful. Agent Gibbs rose from his chair to greet Johnson and as he passed DiNozzo’s desk, he gave the young agent a smack on the back of his head.
“Lieutenant Johnson,” Gibbs offered his hand.
“Special Agent Gibbs,” she took his hand and gave it a firm shake.
Gibbs felt his fingers turn to ice in her grasp but he fought the urge to shove it into his pocket to reheat the skin and bones. Johnson heard the pain thunder in his head but noticed how his tone of voice remained calm as he re-introduced the rest of his team.
‘Must be from being a Marine Sniper,’ she concluded to herself.
“Lieutenant, this is Special Agent Ziva David, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, and Special Agent Timothy McGee,” Gibbs explained.
Johnson gave a salute to Agent David, a dark haired Israeli woman, Agent DiNozzo, the handsome agent afraid of Vampires, and Agent McGee, the tall, dark-blond haired man who sat with her yesterday. When she turned to McGee she nearly stopped half-salute. In the florescent lights of the interrogation room after coming out of a stupor of sedatives, it was tough to make out clear details; but under the lights of the main NCIS office, she could make out what the blinding, sterile lights didn’t. But the thing that caught her up was his eyes.
“Don’t be so uptight Lieutenant, you don’t have to stay in uniform here,” Gibbs said.
“Wish I could say that statement was true, but the Captain,” she paused a moment to summarize the words, “let’s just say it’s better to follow orders to the last letter.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw DiNozzo give a knowing smile.
“Right then, McGee!” Gibbs shouted, “Take the Lieutenant down to see the bodies and introduce her to Ducky and Abby.”
“Ducky?” Johnson asked in a faux confused voice when they reached the elevator; ‘Anything to be able to talk with him,’ she thought.
“Dr. Mallard. Since the word mallard is a synonym for duck, we started calling him Ducky,” he explained before clamping his mouth shut.
‘Hmmm,’ she examined from the reflection in the polished steel doors and walls, ‘Full lips, but not overgrown like Uncle Sidney’s. Still cute though.’
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal a sterile looking hallway; the nearest door had the word ‘Autopsy’ printed on it to confirm their location. In haste, the two passengers stepped for the exit at the same time and ended up bumping shoulders. Even through his thick coat, McGee could feel the cold of her skin, but it wasn’t the kind of cold you feel from a winter’s breeze. To him it felt like peppermint was splashed on his arm and the fresh feeling of it radiated throughout not only his arm but the rest of his body.
“Uh,” McGee said nervously, “Ladies first,” he took a step back to offer the full exit to her.
Johnson smiled her full toothed smile but this time, instead of recoiling at the sight of the extended, and rather sharp, fangs, he smiled back. As she stepped from the elevator, Johnson removed her hat and pulled the pin from her hair to let the waves of silver flow around her like an ethereal halo that seemed to shine its own light along the walls of the basement.
“Agent McGee? Are you coming?” her voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife and he saw her standing in front of the door to autopsy.
“Y-yes. I’m coming,” he hurried out of the elevator to join the Navy Lieutenant, “And you don’t have to call me ‘Agent McGee’, you know.”
Johnson turned and gave him a mischievous smile, “I know.”
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Ch. 4
“Aah! Timothy! So good to see you!”The voice of the Scottish born doctor said when they walked through the door, “and who is this Femme Fatal?”
Ducky walked from his position by the nearest body and offered a hand to Johnson.
“Ducky, this is Lieutenant Amelia Johnson from the USS Grey Fox,” McGee explained as the doctor shook her hand.
“It’s very nice to meet you Dr. Mallard,” she smiled.
“Aah! A Vampire! You must be the one who is to take a closer look at the Lieutenant Colonel,” Ducky released her hand and strode back over to the dead body Johnson had woken up with.
Flashes of what happened the night before erupted before her eyes as she stared at the body. The dark brown eyes that were usually staring everybody down on the sub, including the Captain, now stared blankly at the ceiling with a cold, grey haze over them. She remembered the Lieutenant Colonel barging into her quarters and shouting in a drunken rage. The last thing she remembered was him forcing himself upon her before things went black. Lt. Johnson’s whole frame shook and Agent McGee had to out an arm around her to keep her from falling to the linoleum.
“Amelia!” McGee cried out as she collapsed in his arms; slowly, he brought her to the floor, “Amelia, are you okay?”
She immediately snapped out of it when she heard her name being called. It wasn’t her last name or her Naval ranking McGee called out, but her first name. The sound of it sent shivers of pleasure down her spine that the Agent interpreted as fear or shock.
“Come on; let’s get you to Abby’s. She has a cot you can lay down on,” McGee said as he gathered up her hat and half carried her from the room.
In Abigail Sciuto’s lab, McGee found Abby working in front her table with all the chemicals and instruments she needed to test for DNA and other foreign matter. Abby looked at McGee with narrowed eyes as she saw how he held Johnson up. Without a word he set Johnson down on the cot half hidden behind a desk piled high with papers and files.
“I’m okay Tim, really,” Johnson said his name for the first time out loud and she liked how it felt on her tongue.
“You still look a bit pale,” he said in a worried tone.
“I’m always pale, Timmy,” she chuckled.
“Are you gonna introduce us?” Abby said, her voice seethed with jealousy which McGee either didn’t notice or chose to ignore.
“Oh yeah. Um, Abby this is Lieutenant Amelia Johnson. Amelia, this is Abigail Sciuto,” McGee said.
“Nice to meet you,” Lt. Johnson held out her hand.
“Yeah, you too,” she said curtly but didn’t shake the offered hand.
Johnson let her hand fall to her lap, “Well that’s one more person to hate me.”
“Abby doesn’t hate you, she’s just… uh,” but he couldn’t find the word.
“Exactly Timmy,” she said as she stood up from the stiff cot.
“You should sit back down,” he said as he tried to push her back down.
“I’m fine, Tim, really,” she insisted once more.
“No, you’re not,” he pushed harder on her shoulders and succeeded in his mission, “you passed out in autopsy over a body.”
“There’s a good reason for that-,” Johnson began.
“McGee, come here!” Abby shouted from the other room, the annoyance in her voice now affected the young Agent.
“You’d better go see what she wants,” Johnson smiled.
McGee couldn’t help but smile back at her as he left the room.
“Yes, Abby?” he asked when the door slid open.
“I don’t like her being down here,” she hissed.
“Why?” he asked in an offended tone.
“I don’t trust her,” Abby said with deliberation.
“What for?” he inquired.
Abby leaned around McGee and took a peak at the Lieutenant who was now lying back down on the cot and staring up at the ceiling. When she felt eyes on her, Johnson turned her head and gave a little wave to the Lab Technician. Abby narrowed her eyes once more and turned back to McGee.
“She’s just plain not welcome here,” she said.
“Then I’ll be off then?” Johnson suddenly appeared at the door leading to the hallway.
“But you still have to look over the evidence,” McGee protested.
“Well I can’t really do that if I’m unwelcome. The Code,” she said before heading back down the hall towards the elevator.
Without a goodbye to Abby, McGee hurried after her. When he caught up to her as she waited for the elevator, he saw that her head was bowed. A curtain of silver blocked his view of her features, but he had a suspicious feeling that tears ran from her emerald eyes. McGee hesitantly lifted his hand to comfort her but stopped when the doors opened. Johnson entered the elevator and leaned against the back wall, her head still bent forward. McGee slowly walked in after her and pressed the button to send them upwards.
“You have to ignore Abby,” he began, “Sometimes she’s a little sensitive about people being in her lab.”
“I’m used to it,” she replied quietly, she lifted her head with a sniffle and smiled up at him, “So. Is there any place good to eat around here?”
McGee gulped involuntarily.
“Don’t worry, my diet isn’t strictly blood,” she laughed at the expression on him face.
“But I thought Vampires only drank blood,” he said a little confused.
“Some do. But not my family,” she explained, “My aunt was turned and she always says that if she’d ever had to give up some of the human food out there, she’d turn rogue or worse.”
“There’s worse than a rogue Vampire?” he sounded a little worried now.
“Oh yes,” she said, “A hungry insane one,” she chuckled.
Before McGee could inquire any further, the doors opened to chaos on the main floor. The team was coming towards them with their gear on their shoulders; Gibbs was sporting a not-so-happy-camper look as well.
“McGee, grab your gear and meet us in the parking garage. There’s been another killing,” Gibbs ordered, “And Lieutenant, I suggest you change.”
“Already done sir,” she replied before they even entered the elevator.
McGee ran to grab his pack and join the rest in the elevator. The ride down was somewhat short but for DiNozzo, being in the same confined space as a Vampire made the trip all the more drawn out. Once the doors opened to the garage, DiNozzo rushed out passed the rest of the team and ran to a car.
“DiNozzo and David, lead us in the SUV, McGee and Lieutenant Johnson, take the truck and I’ll follow in the Sedan with Ducky,” Gibbs ordered.
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Ch. 5
The ride to the next body was a quiet one for the most part, and it unsettled Agent McGee somewhat because he knew she could read what he was thinking. So he was relieved when Johnson struck up a conversation out of the blue.
“You never answered my question,” she stated.
“What question?” he asked.
“Do you know if there’s any place that’s goo to eat at?” she re-questioned.
“Well, it depends on what you’re looking for,” he said.
“Chinese,” she offered.
“Chung’s Palace,” he answered, “They make a mean General Tso’s.”
“I prefer Pork Fried Rice with some soy sauce, Dumplings with more soy sauce, and ribs no soy sauce,” she said.
“Sounds healthy,” he laughed.
Johnson laughed back, “Yeah, maybe not for a human but I don’t really have to worry about that,” she explained.
“In that case I think I’ll stick with the General Tso’s,” McGee said.
“How about we go to this Chung’s Palace and we do a little taste test?” she offered.
“I’ll have you take you up on that,” McGee smiled, “So why’d you react so violently to seeing the Lieutenant Colonel’s body?”
Johnson’s moody turned grim and her smile faded, “I think he raped me, or at least tried to.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questioned.
“You didn’t give me a chance,” she replied sullenly.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I’ll file a report as soon as we get back to NCIS.”
“Thanks,” she smiled with gratitude.
At the scene, the set up looked disturbingly similar to how they found Lt. Johnson, except there wasn’t a Vampire hanging from the ceiling of the old Army bunker. On a bed lay a body that was grotesquely disfigured that they hoped happened post mortem and by the looks of it, he had no blood left in his system. Ducky was already beside the bed with his assistant James Palmer and holding a probe in the victims liver.
“Looks like the same deal as the Lieutenant Colonel. Drained of blood, two holes poked into his neck with what looks like a ballpoint pen,” Duck said, “You poor, poor man. If only your killer would leave more for me.”
“Actually Dr. Mallard, the holes were made from a set of fangs first then widened using a pen. It virtually destroys the original imprint, but I think with some tinkering, you can make an ID,” Johnson reported, “I have full access to the Vampire Legion database of ever Vampire in the U.S., Europe, Canada and Asia.”
“And you have access to this how?” McGee asked sounding a little impressed.
“Easy. My grandmothers the founder and President,” she smiled her full toothed smile that McGee was beginning to like.
“Okay, contact your grandmother and Ducky, make an impression of that bite mark,” Gibbs ordered.
“I’ll need help with the tinkering. Timmy?” Johnson offered.
“Of course,” McGee smiled.
“Probie!” DiNozzo beckoned.
“Be right back,” he said.
“What the hell are you doing?” DiNozzo asked through gritted teeth.
“Helping with the case,” it sounded more like a question than an answer.
“No. You’re getting chummy with the Vampire over there,” he hissed.
“So?” McGee asked.
“So? You were ready to get into her pants,” DiNozzo whispered.
“Was not!” he said loudly.
“You know I can hear you Agent DiNozzo,” Johnson shouted from the other side of the room.
DiNozzo stared the Vampire Lieutenant with daggers but the Lieutenant simply smiled back defiantly.
“You know, Vampires aren’t all that bad,” McGee clapped DiNozzo on the shoulder and walked back over to Johnson.
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Ch. 6
“I don’t think this is really necessary Amelia,” McGee said, or more accurately pleaded, to Lt. Johnson.
“Please Timmy? How are we gonna be able to pull the original fang imprint if we don’t have access to a computer like Abby’s?” she said with round, green eyes.
After a minute of staring into those green, green eyes, he gave a slight nod and entered the threshold of Abby’s lab. She was staring at one of her computer screens with a look of extreme distaste on her pale features when he stood beside her. Outside, Johnson watched with eagle eyes as him and Abby negotiated.
“A peace offering?” Johnson heard Abby ask in a skeptical voice.
“Yeah. She says since you banished her from your lab that she has to make a peace offering before being able to enter. And we really need to use one of your computers to help us identify the killer,” McGee explained.
Abby stared back and forth between McGee and the waiting Lieutenant with a determined look on her face. Then after two minutes of an awkward silence, Abby popped the CD McGee had given her. The sound that came from the loud speakers placed around her lab blew not only Abby away, but McGee away as well. Immediately, even before the first song was half-way over, Abby clomped over to the hallway in her platform boots. When the door slid open, she found Lt. Johnson leaning against the wall with her face turned up toward the ceiling and a look of contentment on her eternal features.
For a long minute Abby looked the Lieutenant up and down, “You can come into my lab.”
McGee let out a sigh of relief, “Thanks Abs.”
“Yeah well, you have a killer to catch,” she murmured.
With a heavy sigh, Johnson walked through the door and pulled the mold Ducky made from the bite marks on the victims. Once they uploaded pictures of the bite marks and the molds, they began to tweak the pictures to get them back to their original size and shape.
“No wait… here… try moving this around,” McGee said trying to point to an area around the right hole.
“Come over and do it yourself, I’m working on the left hole,” Johnson said with a twinge of irritation at the sluggish, by her standards anyways, system.
Hesitantly, McGee walked over behind Johnson and wrapped his arms around he shoulders in order to reach the keyboard. Abby’s eyes widened and she gave a great huff before turning back to identifying the unknown substances found under both victims nails. Once or twice McGee’s fingers would stumble into Johnson’s but her fingers continued to move gracefully across the board. As the image danced and morphed before their eyes, McGee couldn’t help but get a whiff of her hair that was right under his nose.
‘Minty,’ he realized as he took a bigger whiff of the wonderful scent until it filled his senses.
“Pay attention Timmy, we’ve almost got it,” Johnson whispered to him quiet enough so that Abby didn’t notice it.
‘Right, focus,’ McGee scolded himself.
A few seconds later, a 3-D copy of the regenerated representation of the Vampires bite stared them down from the computer screen. Instead of shrugging McGee’s arms off her shoulders, Lt. Johnson took a hold of his hands and pulled him tighter to her like a scarf. McGee couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward being in the same room as the woman he used to obsess over and a Vampire who was developing feelings for him at the same time that he was developing feelings for her.
‘No,’ he thought, ‘It’s something more.’
“Umm, do you think you can make an ID using that?” McGee asked in order to break the awkwardness.
“Oh, yes. That’s right,” Lieutenant Johnson reached into her pocket and pulled a flashdrive out that was attached to a Navy lanyard, “May I?”
“Have at it,” Abby said without looking at her Johnson could still taste the bitterness in her voice.
When Johnson let go of McGee’s hands, he took advantage of the momentary freedom to pull away and take a few steps back. But when he accomplished this, it felt as if a part of him had been ripped away, leaving a gaping black hole in his chest. The feeling made him long to wrap his arms around her once more. McGee restrained himself as best he could and watched the Lieutenant try and make a comparison from the bite marks in the Lieutenant Colonel’s neck.
“This is really weird,” Johnson muttered.
“What’s wrong?” McGee couldn’t help but move a bit closer when she said this.
“It’s this Vampire, his or her teeth are star shaped,” she explained.
“Star shaped?” he confirmed.
“Yeah, I don’t remember there being a species with star shaped eye teeth,” she said mostly to herself.
“Maybe he had them altered?” he offered.
“Possibly, but I can definitely make an ID as long as he’s been keeping his monthly check-ups,” she explained.
“Monthly check-ups? What like a doctor’s appointment,” McGee couldn’t help but picture the Lieutenant sitting on an exam room table in a flimsy hospital gown.
“Kinda,” she chuckled at his imagination, “It’s to keep the files on us all updated. We get checked out like a normal human for diseases and other ailments and we get tests done to monitor our diet as well as...,” she left the last part hanging off for him to finish.
“Molds of your teeth?” he asked.
“Yes,” she smiled, “Cause our teeth change all the time,” she turned around to show him her eye teeth which seemed somewhat different from yesterday in the interrogation room, “They grow, they shrink, they dull, they sharpen. So we need to monitor it all.
“And those tool marks don’t look too recent,” he stated.
“Exactly meine Liebe,” her smile grew wider.
A reddish hue ran through the Agents cheeks when she said this, Abby’s eyes narrowed even further, if it was even possible. Just then a beeping noise filled the room and cut through the remaining tension like butter as they turned to see who the match was. After entering a few key commands, McGee pulled up the file. The picture showed a dark-haired man with olive toned skin scowling at the camera with bloody red eyes.
“That can’t be right,” Johnson whispered.
“Why? Who is it?” Abby asked, suddenly interested in the panic on the intruders face.
Johnson’s began dancing faster than ever and both Abby and McGee feared she might wear down the keys. After a grunt of frustration, Lt. Johnson ejected the flashdrive after saving the search and stormed from the room. But something told McGee it wasn’t from frustration, but from shock.
“Thanks again Abs,” McGee said before running after her.
“Amelia! Wait up! Amelia!” he shouted as she walked.
“I know this was possible the best idea we’ve had the whole case Timmy, but the search has to be wrong,” she called.
As fast as she was, Lt. Johnson still couldn’t make the elevator come any faster.
“Who was that? Who was the match? And why is he so important?” McGee panted when he finally reached her.
“Because that’s the Vampire who turned my Aunts. They aren’t blood related to me or anything but what they both went through strengthened the bond they had with my mom and blood Aunt. It can’t be the same Vampire because… my Aunt Kay killed him years ago,” she said.
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Ch. 7
“Ariella Marijgell,” Lt. Johnson said with disgust as she stared down the picture of their murderer, “Born during the fall of the Roman Empire to a Roman seamstress and a soldier. When the Roman Empire fell, and oh did it fall, he was given an offer he couldn’t refuse.”
“Like the Godfather?” DiNozzo asked before he could stop himself.
“Kind of,” Johnson couldn’t help but crack a smile, “The Gods and Goddess of Greece offered to turn him into the ultimate soldier, help him retake the Empire from the British.”
“Not just any God and Goddess, Am,” a voice said from behind Gibbs, “Ares, the God of savage war, bloodlust, and slaughter personified, son of Zeus and Hera. Alongside Aphrodite, Goddess of love and beauty, born from sea foam after Cronus- ahem- cut off Uranus’ family jewels.”
“Ouch,” DiNozzo winced, “And who might you be?”
“Kyrie Crosby. Goddess-Muse of music and writing. Reincarnated from the original Goddess-Muse of music and writing, Kalista, daughter Apollo, God of plague, light, healing, colonists, medicine, archery, poetry, prophecy, dance, reason, intellectualism, Shamans, and as the patron defender of herds and flocks and Eutepre, Muse of lyrical song,” she reported as if she had repeated the lines over many, many years.
“As well as my Aunt,” Lt. Johnson smiled.
“So, you know your Gods,” David said.
“I should, they’re my family,” Kyrie said with a small smile, “Long story,” she said when she received confused looks from everyone except Johnson.
“I called her here to help tell us more about our killer Vampire,” Gibbs said.
“He’s not just a killer, Agent Gibbs. He’s not even just a rogue,” Kyrie’s disgust colored her tone with an inky black feel; “He’s a monster of the truest form. He’s the reason my species turned against their creators and the reason for the fall of our culture. He led a revolt that caused half the army to abandon their stations, leaving the humans following the word of Christ to slaughter the people of Greece and enslave the rest of the army. Those who were enslaved didn’t survive,” she took a breath through her nose; “He abandoned the revolters, taking with him only a few he could truly manipulate to his will. Lasted for centuries until they found the camp that Amelia’s mother, Aunt Faylene, friend Emily Black as well as myself were staying and attacked us. Sora and InuYasha Shenron managed to kill the two droogs Marijgell had kept all these years. Unfortunately… it was too late for Emily and I,” she finished her story looking drained.
“So it’s safe to say we should shoot to kill?” Gibbs asked.
“That’s the problem,” Kyrie grabbed a knife from David’s desk and gouged her arm.
Or at least, that’s what it looked like she was, the motion cause the agents to each pull their weapon and a cell phone until they saw no blood gushing from her arm where she aimed the knife. Kyrie tossed the now bent and gnarled knife back onto David’s desk. After showing the arm minus the large wound that was supposed to be there, the stares turned from horror back to confusion.
“Sorry Agent David, I owe you a hunting knife,” she said, “My point is, it’s impossible to shoot to kill my species. When Ares created us, he worked his work a little too well,” she said in a grim voice.
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Ch. 8
“McGee!” Gibbs beckoned, “I want you to keep an eye on Lieutenant Johnson.”
“What?” he said in a shocked voice.
“Keep her company,” he whispered, “She’s important to the case and I want you to make sure nothing happens.”
McGee stood before his superior’s desk in shock while Gibbs sipped his coffee and typed on his computer.
“Well… what are you waiting for?” Gibbs pointed towards the elevator where the Lieutenant stood waiting.
“You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that now would you?” McGee asked when he reached Lt. Johnson as she held the door for him.
“No,” she said, but the smile gave her away, “Okay a little bit. He was gonna assign DiNozzo to me, I just tweaked his reasoning a little bit to have him assign you.”
McGee raised an eyebrow to her while a smile played with his full bottom lip.
“This way, we can have our date,” she said, “It’ll do you some good, Special Agent McGee.”
“I guess so Lieutenant Johnson,” he smiled.
The trip to Chung’s Palace was short, so short they walked through the cool summer’s night air with their arms entwined. Very few cars passed them and even fewer people walked with them on the sidewalk. This left them free to talk and laugh, to forget the horror’s they were enduring in this case, the reason they had met. Once the small shop loomed in the distance, Johnson knew why McGee loved the place. Instead of any other fast food Chinese restaurant, this one actually smelt like the real deal. And it didn’t have a fast food window, so that was a huge plus. They both ordered their respective favorites and sat on stone benches to await their food.
“So,” she said when they plopped down onto the cold bench.
“So,” he repeated.
“How’d you come to want to be an NCIS agent?” the Lieutenant asked.
“Well,” McGee thought about the question for a while Johnson politely kept out of his head, “I graduated from MIT with a Masters Computer Forensics then I went on to get a BSc in Biomedical Engineering from Johns Hopkins University. When I did some research into both fields, I found that the Navy was a perfect place to go.”
“Particularly NCIS?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he was quiet for a moment while he formulated his question for her, “How did the daughter of two of the most famous singer sin the world en up in the Navy?”
“My Aunt Kay,” she said, “I’m a lot like her, although we aren’t blood related I guess the connection between my mom and her is that strong that it left an impression on me. She always had a with to join the Navy, but she never got to fulfill it when she got drafted by the NHL, forcing her career to veer off in that direction. Then she retired and by the time she was married, the desire hadn’t left, but….”
“An opportunity never arose,” he finished for her.
“Yeah. She ended up having three kids, all of which vary very much in personality but stuck to the fundamentals set into stone by Aunt Kay and Uncle Sid,” she continued, “When I was born, just about everyone was retired from whatever they were doing. For the time being at least,” she smiled her smile and a fire burned in McGee’s chest, “She taught me all I know, Aunt Kay. When she was in school, she learned to play the flute, after she was turned, she branched out. Trying to fill in the time and becoming somewhat of a celebrity in her hometown without knowing it. When it came down to my career choice at the end of high school, I chose the Navy.”
“For your aunt,” he confirmed.
“Exactly,” she said just as the waiter walked up to them with their food, “I also joined the band, as a time filler since I revoked sleep. Kay taught me to play the flute and I’ve been using those skills, taught to her by her high school band director, to play in the Naval band.”
McGee was about to ask about ‘revoking sleep’ when the young waiter from Chung’s Palace approached them with their food.
“What perfect timing, huh?” he commented.
“So then,” she began as she inspected her food to make sure it was the correct order, “NCIS or…?”
“How about my place?” McGee said before he could stop himself.
“Shall we?” she stood and offered McGee her hand.
For a few seconds he stared at the extended appendage as if contemplating the right thing to do. For some reason, from the first day they met they were somehow attracted to each other. When McGee had first seen her tied up in the interrogation room, groggy and weak looking, he found himself doubting the evidence displayed against her; but it wasn’t until he was in the same room as her for the first time that he truly wanted the evidence to be wrong. After realizing all of this, he took her hand and stood, smiling down at her.
“Here, I’ll carry that for you,” McGee offered.
“Quite the gentleman,” Johnson said as she handed him the bag twice as big as his own, “I think you’re the first I’ve seen since I left Britain.”
“It’s ‘cause I like you a lot, Am,” he said quietly.
Amelia stopped suddenly and McGee feared the worst; the last time he admitted liking a girl, which happened to be Abby, things got awkward and they ended up having to stay friends. But when he looked at her from his full height of six feet, he saw her smiling a smile even bigger than any he’d seen from her.
“I like you too, Timmy,” she said, her voice sounded like she’d jumped to the moons of Jupiter and back.
The biggest smile McGee felt himself breaking into formed on his face. After a few seconds, they began to walk again hand-in-hand.
“You might call it love,” he heard her say when they reached the safety of the parking garage.
Now it was McGee’s turn to stop. Once more he looked down at her, at the smile still playing with her lips, at the slight sparkle in her eyes of emerald; and once more, he found himself smiling again. He leaned forward, moving closer to her; but she stopped him short of reaching her lips.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea here, Timmy,” she pointed to the cameras surrounding them.
In order to cover up the attempted kiss, McGee acting like he was comforting her; playing along, Johnson pretended to shed tears into his chest. They walked to McGee’s car with McGee keeping his arm around her shoulders in “comfort”, but once they climbed in, Lt. Johnson finished the kiss.
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Jun 3rd, 2009 04:26 AM |
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That ACDC Chick
All That Noiz
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Ch. 9
Anthony DiNozzo watched McGee and the Lieutenant walk down the street together. Although Gibbs hadn’t told him to follow the happy couple, DiNozzo felt it necessary to know what’s going on within his team. He took the special night vision binoculars he had in his pack out and watched them as they went inside Chung’s Palace and ordered a late dinner. A few minutes later they walked back outside and sat on a stone bench to await their order. Unfortunately, their backs were to them but an upside was their reflections shone in the display window for Chung’s so DiNozzo was able to see their expressions and catch a tiny bit of their conversation by reading their lips.
‘And what lips they are,’ DiNozzo found himself thinking about the Lieutenant, ‘No. Stop that. She’s a Vampire. The creature that’s haunted your nightmares for decades.’
After snapping a few pictures for no real reason at all, DiNozzo settled himself in the tree he had climbed in order to observe fro ma distance. When the waiter brought them their food and they walked back towards the NCIS parking garage, DiNozzo was able to see their conversation clearly. And the words their mouths formed shocked him so much he nearly fell from the tree he had climbed to get this ideal vantage point. When they passed below him he watched them unassisted and listened to them when they stopped.
“It’s ‘cause I like you a lot, Am,” he heard McGee say.
DiNozzo held back a laugh remembering the last time McGee admitted loving someone. But to his surprise, Lt. Johnson didn’t scoff McGee’s words and run off; instead she smiled at him with those teeth showing and seeming to glow in the city lights.
“I like you too, Timmy,” she said to the Probie followed by the comment that made him actually fall from the tree, “You might call it love.”
Lucky for DiNozzo, a sixteen-wheeler passed by just as the senior field agent fell back to Earth. When he recovered, he raised his head above the bushes in time to see McGee trying to kiss Lt. Johnson. But Johnson’s eyes flickered his way before McGeek’s geeky noggin blocked the view. McGee’s head stopped before it reached Johnson’s lips and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Not in passion, but in comfort.
‘Either she snapped to her senses, or they’re pulling off a horrible rouse,’ DiNozzo thought, ‘Not for me though, for the cameras. Smart Probie.”
When they moved again, DiNozzo burst from the bushes onto the sidewalk and hurried after them. Ducking between cars and pillars, DiNozzo was able to follow them without being discovered. No. Johnson knew he was there, but if she gave him up, McGee wouldn’t agree to them going to his apartment.
‘Even smarter Leech,’ he thought.
To his delight, DiNozzo could have sworn he saw the Lieutenant give the slightest of flinches when the final word ran through his mind. Newly energized by this fraction of a reaction, he followed them to McGee’s Porsche Boxster where he saw the Probie do the unthinkable. He kissed Lt. Johnson.
Teeth gritted, DiNozzo retreated back into NCIS headquarters, stopping only to scan his eye on the retina scanner that opened the elevator into the top secret government building. Once back at the safety of his desk, DiNozzo read through the case file once more to clear his thoughts. Then a thought struck him.
Why did he dislike the Lieutenant so much? His excuse had been because of being traumatized as a child by Bela Lugosi. But how long could that excuse be used? Even saying it in his head made him seem more and more like the biggest jerk in the government. His eyes came to rest on one of the photos he had taken from the tree. It showed McGee and Lt. Johnson walking out from the restaurant, their fingers entwined, and smiles on both their faces.
Out of a whim, DiNozzo forwarded the picture of them to both McGee’s email and the Lieutenant’s. He then grabbed his things and headed home, being careful not to disturb Gibbs and to keep a lookout for anything suspicious as he always did when leaving work.
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Jun 3rd, 2009 04:26 AM |
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That ACDC Chick
All That Noiz
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Location: Your mom's basement. |
At the Gym
Kirsten ran through the pouring rain around the campus grounds on her third lap. It was all a part of her warm-up routine for her weekly workout at the in the on-campus gym. She had her black and gold hoodie with the hood concealing her face and hair from the rain along with her iPod blasting into her skull. But despite the tonal qualities of Justin Timberlake’s latest album, the tune that ran through her mind was the theme from Rocky as Rocky ran up the stairs in the climax of the workout scene.
Kirsten secretly planned on doing that someday to the steps leading to the student center, but she kept that on the down low.
Thanks to the weekly regimen she had been following since her senior year of high school, Kirsten was now lean and mean. Which only meant that marching band was a whole of a hell lot easier when you were able to run laps around campus in the freezing rain. With a smile on her face, she ran towards the gym and back to finish her workout before Desperate Housewives came on. There was a slight obstacle when she reached her destination….
Kayla.
The ever-going feud between the two girls had flared to a breaking point and Kirsten feared another battle like what went down two weeks ago when they tore up the apartment. Now she stood beside the locker that currently held Kirsten's belongings with a serious look about her eye.
“Can I help you?” Kirsten said when she reached the locker and began to shed her wet clothes.
“It’s your turn to help the inspectors with our apartment,” Kayla said.
“Okay,” Kirsten said in an understanding voice, “But I do believe that it is your turn.”
“And why is that?” Kayla inquired as she sat on the benches that lined the lockers.
“After I had to explain the situation of the butter on the ceiling above the stove full of all sorts of nasties,” Kirsten spoke in a muffled voice as she dried her hair with a white towel, “I deserve a loose a turn, do not pass go, and do not collect two hundred dollars. Actually, I think I’ll take the two hundred anyway.”
“No,” Kayla said.
“That must be your favorite word or something, huh?” Kirsten said.
“Fine, let’s settle this with…,” Kayla looked around the gym to decide what they could do.
Her eyes settled on the blow-up boxing rink that was left over from spirit week. The school was keeping it set up until they found space to store it in until next year.
“That,” she pointed to the rink over through the one sided mirror that lined one wall.
“Boxing?” Kirsten replied in a quizzical voice, “Alright, if I win, I don’t have to help the inspectors for the rest of the term.”
“And if you loose, you have to clean the entire apartment until it’s spotless,” Kayla said with narrowed eyes, “That means dishes, laundry, the bathroom, kitchen living room-.”
“Alright, alright shake on it before I change my mind,” Kirsten held out her hand to seal the deal.
Kayla took the offered hand and squeezed it with all her willpower, “Bring. It. On.”
They suited up in the oversized gear that came with the rink and began their battle, Kirsten for continuing her title as professional slacker, and Kayla for getting the professional slacker off her ass.
“Ready?” Coach Randy Newport, who was acting as ref, asked.
“Yeah,” Kirsten said in an unsure tone through the mouthpiece.
“Let’s get this over with,” Kayla’s muffled voice growled.
“Go!” Coach Newport shouted.
The gym erupted into a sea of cheers and jeers as the girls battled. At first, Kayla had Kirsten in a tight spot, but Kirsten bounced back and struck Kayla hard in the chin with an uppercut. As the fight continued, the clock ticked away and the time for inspection drew nearer.
Three hours later….
“And as you can see, the refrigerator is in order separating the meats from the rest of the food,” Kayla said in a pleasant tone as the inspectors wrote notes on their clipboards.
In the living room, Kirsten sat on the couch and enjoyed her shows.
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Jun 4th, 2009 12:40 AM |
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That ACDC Chick
All That Noiz
Gender: Unspecified
Location: Your mom's basement. |
Class
Psychology.
The only course required by the school for every student at least twice in their two to four years. It also happened to be the only course Kayla and Kirsten shared. You would think that the only downside to taking the class so early would be having to share it with your roommate with whom you have had a feud with for the past five years. But not for these girls, they were also required to sit next to each other. The professor was old school and believed in seating charts, but alphabetical order was too elementary school for the teacher, he went by drawing names from a hat.
Little did Dr. Zimmerman know, there would be ever-constant sparks flying between two of his students….
“Stop looking at my notes,” Kayla said fiercely.
“But I missed what he said,” Kirsten whispered as she strained to see the words Kayla now covered with her book.
“Girls, is everything in order here?” Dr. Zimmerman asked in his German accent from the end of the row.
“Yes.”
“No.”
Kayla planted her foot on Kirsten's and Kirsten let out a yelp of pain.
“I see,” the professor said,” why don’t you girls come to the front of the class?”
“What?” they asked in unison.
“Come on, don’t be afraid,” he said in a soothing voice.
Hesitantly, they moved through the row and made their way down the steps to the ‘center stage’.
“Now then, this is a perfect example of trust,” the professor began, “You may be familiar with the classic ‘trust exercise’ where you fall, either from a flat surface or from a raised height. Now… why is trust important to human nature?”
“Because it allows us to socialize,” Kayla said.
“Yes, very good,” he replied with a smile.
“Suck up,” Kirsten whispered from the corner of her mouth.
Kayla dug her elbow into Kirsten’s ribs in retaliation.
“So, to go along with trust, we are going to perform a small experiment, Kayla, you will fall, and Kirsten, you will catch her,” the professor sat on his desk as he waited for the girls to cooperate.
“You had better catch me,” Kayla murmured and pointed to Kirsten to emphasize her point.
With hesitation, Kayla turned around and fell back….
Kirsten caught her and let her drop to the floor.
“Ow,” Kayla said as she hit the floor.
“That wasn't trust,” Kayla said curtly when she recovered.
“Yeah it was,” Kirsten smiled, “it was half-trust. I trust you, but with limitations.”
“Ugh,” Kayla grunted.
“Now then, Kirsten, you will fall and Kayla will catch you,” Dr. Zimmerman said from his vantage point.
Without a second thought, Kirsten turned and fell into what she thought was Kayla’s arms, but instead, she found nothing but the cold floor to greet her.
“Hey! You didn’t catch me!” Kirsten shouted.
“Yeah I did, in my mind,” Kayla smiled widely, “Now that’s half-trust.”
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Jun 4th, 2009 12:41 AM |
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That ACDC Chick
All That Noiz
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Location: Your mom's basement. |
Hanging Out
“Aaaahhh,” Kirsten breathed in the cool spring air as she and her old friends walked through the doors of their hometown theater, “I love the weekend, man.”
“Me too,” Kyrie Humphreys said, “It’s good to get away from the enemies Derek and Ronald make.”
“How’s your sister doin’?” Ashley Allen asked.
“She’s good, getting big,” Kirsten replied, “I swear when I last saw her, she was only up to my hip, but now, she can almost hit me in the face.”
The four girls, Kirsten, Kyrie, Ashley, and Megan Peacock all paid for their tickets for the newest Batman movie. Megan and Ashley were still juniors in high school, going to Washington High School, which is named for their hometown. Kyrie attended Waynesburg University along with three of her cousins. Kirsten was just plain happy to get away from Kayla and school and get to hang out with her fellow band geeks.
And then, she saw the last person she wanted to see the entire weekend. Granted, Kayla and Kirsten are both from the same city, if you could call it that, but neither roomie could predict seeing one another at the same place on the same night.
“Please tell me you aren’t seeing Batman,” Kirsten begged.
Kayla’s date held up two tickets for none other than the new Batman movie.
“God, now your gonna distract me with your… you!” Kirsten exclaimed.
Kayla took a step forward with her teeth bared and tried to punch her in the arm but Kirsten was too fast for her.
“Come on doods, the movie’s gonna start soon and we haven’t even got food yet,” Ashley said.
Once the snacks and drinks were purchased, quartette found seats in the topmost row of the theater. As the lights dimmed and the movies opening score began, Kirsten spotted Kayla and her boyfriend in the row right in front of them. During the first half of the movie, as the Batman and Gotham P.D. tried to figure out what the Riddler wanted, the girls in back actually paid attention. But then Kayla glanced back and found Kirsten.
Kayla stuck her tongue out and turned back to the large screen. With a grimace, Kirsten grabbed a handful of popcorn from Kyrie’s grip and started aiming for Kayla’s hair.
‘Good thing she’s a blonde otherwise this would be harder,’ she thought as she let the first round fly.
Kyrie let out a muffled laugh as she saw the number of popcorn pieces stuck in Kayla’s hair and nudged Ashley, who in turn laughed and nudged Megan. Kirsten continued her target practice until Kayla raised a hand to smooth her hair and felt the popcorn. Kirsten turned away quickly with the, ‘I didn’t do it,’ look. Kayla made a face and turned back to the screen.
Too soon the movie ended, but Kirsten didn’t really remember much of it and didn’t think anything of it as she was still firing popcorn at Kayla when the made their way down the lit steps and towards the exit. They lost each other in the crowd for a second and before Kirsten could find her again, Kayla took a shot and hit Kirsten in the arm with a mighty blow for such a thin woman.
“Argh!” Kirsten called out and tried to lash back.
In the lobby, she scanned the area for Kayla but found only her date beside the Ladies Room. An idea dawned on Kirsten like a light bulb in the darkness.
“I’ll be back doods, but get ready to run,” she said before running into the bathroom.
Kirsten took the empty drink in her hand and removed the lid, when she got through the door; she saw that Kayla was nowhere to be seen and so she grabbed some paper towels and dumped some ice into them.
‘Now I wait,’ she thought with glee.
She stood off to the farthest end of the stalls so she wouldn’t be seen when Kayla emerged from the stall. Finally, she opened the door and walked over to the row of seats. With the footing of a ninja, Kirsten sneaked up behind Kayla….
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Kayla screamed when the ice went down her back.
Kirsten ran as fast as her Converses would carry her yelling, “Run! Run! Run!” to her waiting friends.
And so they ran off into the night laughing as Kayla emerged from the bathroom with a large wet spot down her back.
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Jun 4th, 2009 12:41 AM |
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All That Noiz
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Ch. 10
The next morning McGee woke to the smell of breakfast being cooked and the sound of Rock ‘N Roll being blasted loudly but not loud enough to disturb the neighbors. After getting dressed in his pajamas, the agent walked through his apartment to find Lt. Johnson at his stove cooking bacon and eggs while singing along with one of her fathers albums. McGee crossed his arms and leaned against the wall separating the kitchen from the rest of the apartment and watched as she grooved to the song currently playing and moving the bacon frying in a pan all while dressed in only the shirt he had worn last night.
Johnson pulled a plate from the strainer beside the sink that was full of freshly cleaned dishes, McGee made a mental to clean up more, and set the freshly made bacon and eggs onto it. She then turned to take the plate to the table while belting a particularly high note, even for Brian Johnson, and smiled when she saw McGee watching her. Instead of walking passed him, she set the plate on the counter and wrapped her arms around him while he returned the gesture before switching off the CD player next to him.
“Good morning,” she whispered as if afraid to ruin the memories she had of him from the previous night.
“Morning,” he whispered back.
“How’d you sleep?” she asked in a slightly louder voice.
“Better than you I believe,” he smiled, “You didn’t have to clean you know.”
“I wanted to,” she lifted her head to return the smile, “Besides, I couldn’t very well make breakfast if the dishes weren’t done. You’ve been neglecting your chores Timothy.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” he asked.
“Hmm…. It’s going to have to wait for after work,” she growled playfully.
“I’m ready now,” he growled back as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers.
Her arms moved from his waist to around his neck and her hands entwined themselves into his hair. His grip on her waist tightened and one hand cupped her face as the kiss deepened. Things were getting heavier and heavier when… the phone rang. With a grunt McGee released the hand from her face and picked up the phone from the receiver on the wall behind him.
“Timothy McGee,” he said into the receiver.
Johnson tried not to listen but her hypersensitive ears betrayed her as Gibbs scolded him for not being at headquarters by now and asked where he was and where Lt. Johnson was.
“Tell him-,” she began before his hand covered her mouth.
“I’m sorry boss, I was just leaving when you called,” he explained.
“Rule 4, McGee!” Johnson heard Gibbs shout with extra volume.
“Yes boss,” he said, his voice had a twinge of embarrassment to it.
Johnson massaged his scalp to relieve some of his tension.
“Now let go of Lt. Johnson’s ass and get your ass over here!” the former Marine shouted, his voice projected through the phone making the tiny wires buzz.
McGee pulled the phone away from his ear suddenly at the loud voice from his boss and placed it back on the receiver.
The Lieutenant grimaced, “That was unexpected.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t already know,” he said slyly to hide the shame in his voice.
“As loud as his thoughts are, I can’t hear them all the way over here, hun,” she chucked, “and don’t be ashamed.”
McGee laughed along with her, his ears and cheeks turned red.
“We should probably be going now,” she said with a grim tone.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
A minute later they were still standing in the same spot with their lips together. Once their urge had been fulfilled, for now anyway, they moved quickly to get dressed and headed out to McGee’s car. Although the day looked as if it weren’t going to be very pleasant, the stormy clouds over Washington D.C. looked a bit brighter with Johnson’s hand in his as he drove.
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