1x01-Yankee White

I sort of wrote this last night in about 5 minutes, so don't expect it to be mind-blowing. It's far from it lol. It hasn't really got a storyline, just a random scribble, that I couldn't get out of my head :)

Enjoy! Comments and ratings are <3

Stuck in Stationary

You break my spirit,
We build and we break,
Sick of the games,
It's time to explain.

We come this close
to what I think could be
something real.

You run and I hide,
We're falling behind,
It's time to catch up,
to where we're meant to be.

Stuck in stationary,
Both pushing forward,
But we're still the same,
Time to try harder.

You say life was meaningless,...

This is just an idea i had rolling around inside my head and i just had to write something. Let me know what you think


“She died alone”
“We are all alone”

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Dead.

She was dead.

Gone.

There is nothing so final as death.

There is no coming back, no second chances, no chance to right the wrongs of your life.
You are then one day, then gone the next. In an instant, your life can be taken away from you. No matter how much you don’t want it to happen, no matter how hard you fight to stay alive. Sometimes, you have no...

Some episodes that might be able to happen:

1.The team goes to look at kates body one day and it is gone.and then they find out that Kate is still alive but she has just been taken hostage for all these years and needs someone to help her. and Kate comes back to the show.Ziva and Kate fight over Tony,and he has to tell them who he likes more.


2.Ziva and Mcgee go undercover togethor to find out who killed Petty Officer James Brought. While they are undercover they realize being with each other made them both realize how much they love someone.[ziva and tony] [McGee and Abby]. And how much they...

Chapter Two…Life

As I was driving home I noticed that my fathers car was not in the driveway. But I was not worried; him being late was not unusual. As I opened the garage I also noticed that my mothers car was not in the driveway either.
I then began to worry.
I quickly ran inside, and grabbed the phone. I dialed my fathers cell number, the voicemail answered. I didn’t even bother trying to contact my mother; she always had it on silent.
I plopped down on my couch in my massive, family room. I looked down at my leg, and to my horror, blood had leaked through my bandage onto my mother’s...