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Accidental Love Chapter 2A week later I found myself waking up at 2 am in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep, but after a while I realized that I was just not going to. I got up and walk out into my lounge room and sat down on my couch. I started thinking about the case we had working on during the week, it was Serial Killer that was targeting teenage children whose parents were recruiting officers, and it has been really hard to find the murder because each victim had been killed in a different way. After a while I decided I would have to find something to occupy me, because this was bringing up too many memory's of Tali my sister who had been killed in a suicide bombing when she was only fifteen. I found myself looking through pictures of when I first moved here, there was pictures of the case were I was observing, Tony had taken a picture of me wearing that hat with the ventilation hole in it. It was hard to believe that was five years ago.
I found myself sitting there looking at pictures for 2 hours,
Accidental Love Chapter 1I was woken to the sound of passing traffic outside and the sun shining through the window on my face before I realized I wasn't lying in bed alone, it took me a while to realize that the second body in my bed was none other than Tony DiNozzo. I instantly jumped out of bed worried about what I had just seen and all that was going through my mind was "did I sleep with him last night or did he just stay over". I decided to go have a shower because I figured that would help me remember what actually happened last night. I stood there letting the water run over me and realized that we did sleep together because there is no other reason I would be in bed naked. I have had feelings for tony for a while ever since I came back from Israel I have had to hide my feelings from Tony, Gibbs and myself because I knew that I would never be able to act on them especially because of Gibbs rule #12 "never date a co-worker".
I stood in the shower for over an ho
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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