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Author has written 8 stories for Danny Phantom, Twilight, and Criminal Minds.
I know that I haven't been on here in forever, my computer had broken and I had to get a brand new one. So that took a little while. I'm writing as many chapters as I can right now so I can just update as soon as possible.
Thank you foosel97 for my new Broken Records summary!
Thank you Farmer Joe-Gothic Fairy for helping me on my story Long Overdue!
Miss marry mack mack mack,
All dressed in black black black,
She has a knife knife knife,
Stuck in her back back back,
She can not scream scream scream,
She can not cry cry cry,
That's why she begs begs begs,
She begs to die die die...
Okay I know I read this in a Twilight fanfic somewhere but I can't remember, someone remember? Lemme know so I can give credit. It had something to do with Bella being able to have dreams of dead people or something I think... Mabye :)
NCIS - Of Jews and Gentiles-
Ziva-“Chicken soup,” she informed him. “I put it in the crackpot last night. I also have bread from the bakery…what?” she asked at the laughter of the other three.
Tony “Crockpot,” Tony finally managed before he burst out into laughter again. “Completely different from a crackpot.”
NCIS - Of Jews and Gentiles-
McGee “We really need a case,” McGee commented dryly. His eyes widened slightly as he registered those words. “Is it wrong to wish somebody dead just because I’m bored?”
NCIS - Therapy-
Therapiest "Okey-dokey! I'll share first. I dreamed there was a beautiful pink unicorn named Fluffy, and I rode her through the cotton candy clouds..."
Ziva "I daydreamed that there was a bomb and all the unicorns died. And all the lollipops contained high doses of PCP, causing everyone to go crazy and die. But not before the cotton candy clouds turned to acid."
NCIS - An Unexpected Assignmet-
Ziva "WHAT!! I am not a murderer. A murderer is one who kills without permission and with negative intensions. I am an assassin. I have permission, well, i get orders, and I only have the best intensions when I kill people." She said quickly, then thought about what she had said, "Wait, that did not come out right."
NCIS - An Unexpected Assignment-
Then they started getting creative. They would wait until some victim's backs were turned, then walk away with their shopping carts, or they would put boxes of condoms in the shopping carts of practically everyone in the store. One of the better pranks was performed when Tony went up to a complete stranger who looked like he could be maybe 25, and started talking to him, "Hey dude! I haven't seen you in like YEARS! What's up!!" The look on the poor man's face was priceless. Obviously he didn't know Tony, but he didn't want to seem rude by not remembering him. He was saved from replying when Tony saw Abby and Jenny walk around a corner, and Tony had to leave before they were caught. "Oh, sorry, I have to go. I don't want Mommy to catch me." And he ran off leaving behind a very scared and confused man.
NCIS - My Girl-
Tony “Permission to kill, Boss?” he asked.
Gibbs “No, you’ve got enough paperwork to do already,” he reminded him.
Tony Plan B it was, then. “Permission to render unconscious and cause extreme pain?”
Gibbs Gibbs nodded. “Granted.”
NCIS - My Girl-
He laughed, shaking his head. “She has some damn scary suspicions about us,” he realised.
Horrified, Penny clapped her hands over her mouth. “Daddy! You said a bad word!”
“Do not worry, Penny I will make sure he is punished for it,” Ziva assured her.
Still grinning to himself, Tony looked down at his breakfast. “Perhaps I should say even more bad words…”
Ziva smacked the back of his head. “Tony!”
“Inappropriate?” he winced.
“In front of your daughter, yes!” she hissed.
“And not in front of my daughter?” he tested.
“It will not be your head which experiences pain,” she threatened.
Tony raised his eyebrows, looking at Penny. “No more bad words for me.”
Twiligt - Guardian Agent-
“Flashlight.” I called.
She tossed me one, “Check.”
“Gloves.” I continued.
She threw them over her shoulder, “Check.”
She reached for them and started to toss.
“Casey!” I yelled, causing her to stop her movement.
“They’re called throwing knives for a reason!” I continued, gesturing to the knives.
Her eyes shifted to the blades in her hands, before it finally clicked.
She smiled sheepishly as she walked over and placed them in my hand instead. I gave her a look.
“Thank you; I’d rather not get stabbed before we even leave the building.” I said, strapping two of the knives onto my forearms and putting the other one in my belt.