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Renesmee: Four Years Later Ch5Chapter 5 -- Renesmee's POVRenesmee: Four Years Later Ch5
"Here's Mr. Karts's room. This is the Art Room, here's Ms. Moss's room " Sophie said.
" And here's the Cafeteria, also known as the MPR." She finished.
"MPR?" I whispered to Lucy.
"Multi-Purpose Room." Lucy informed me.
Then we did that group-bathroom thing and they fixed their hair and stuff like that. After, we walked out into the courtyard.
Guys were playing soccer on the green, others, mostly the eighth graders, were skateboarding and trying to impress girls.
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An NCIS Story- Int. + Susp. IVInterrogations and Suspicions- IV -- Well finish it Als! Gibbs told her.An NCIS Story- Int. + Susp. IV
She was sitting at Zivas desk, having lunch. Allie finished up her sandwich, got up and sat back at her desk, finishing up the picture that Gibbs found on her desk. It was a drawing of him.
Gibbs, I found all of the three-dimensional canvas painters in this area earlier. Therere four of them that know how to create injuries well and stuff like that. Allie said while working.
I want them here, now. Gibbs demanded.


An NCIS Story- Et Tu IIIEt Tu- III -- The team arrived to a giant warehouse.An NCIS Story- Et Tu III
Well this is a freaky place Allie said without any enthusiasm or sarcasm.
Hey Boss. Where the heck are we? Tony asked edgily.
Were in a warehouse DiNozzo! Gibbs responded.
Well, I know that. But- Tony tried again.
Gibbs cut him off with his famous shut up glare.
The team still had their guns raised, scouting out the area.
Clear! Ziva yelled.
Clear! McGee y


An NCIS Story- Screwed IIScrewed: II -- Well, lets bring this fake lad home. Ill explain what I can later Jethro. Help me, would you Mister Palmer? Ducky asked.An NCIS Story- Screwed II
Hang on Duck. I think I can explain some stuff. Allie said.
Get on with it Saint-Stephen. Gibbs said annoyed.
Okay. Well, seeing that he should- if he was dressed to be a Marine -have an ID.
Allie searched his pockets and found it in his right one.
Lieutenant Maxwell Kless. She read.
Is that all


An NCIS Story- New Girl Ch. IPreface: The person throws the lifeless bloody body down mercilessly. It was deep into the night. No one in their right mind would be up at this hour. The person runs, runs, until they come up to their car and drive away. Not a traceable tire track, not a fingerprint on the body, not even any blood on the person that drove away. Nothing. But, the someone forgot things that would make this case the untraceable kind.An NCIS Story- New Girl Ch. I
I It was a crisp September morning, 7 am to be exact, and Allie Saint-Stephen was starting her first day at NCIS. Mind you, she's ninet
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It's better to burn out than fade away.
It's always 3 a.m. somewhere.
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Ziva: I'm driving.
Tony: I'm dead.
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Gibbs: DiNozzo, stop eating the evidence.
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Tony: Why didn't you stop me?
Ziva: Too stunned.
Tony: Where do I send flowers?
Ziva: If you communicate with her again, I will kill you.
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Abby: Good doggie. Bad McGee!
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all we can do is keep breathing....
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Ziva: I'm driving.
Tony: I'm dead.
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Gibbs: DiNozzo, stop eating the evidence.
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Tony: Why didn't you stop me?
Ziva: Too stunned.
Tony: Where do I send flowers?
Ziva: If you communicate with her again, I will kill you.
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Abby: Good doggie. Bad McGee!
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