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- Disappointed

Take a long night, little sleep and a computer and write his thoughts on
and already is something out how the
following. Please excuse my Trübsinigkeit morning.
the poem is meant that one is a moment in itself and it makes
ideas whether because everything is right, just as one
does or has done.

Disappointed

I stand here alone, look back and think.
I wonder what I have done, what have I done to deserve this
. But I'm not really
a conclusion that I continue to sink bringt.Stattdessen
my thoughts.

I tried to be there for others trying to be nice
, but it has brought only treason.
I was injured, but this was not seen.
ruthlessly played with my feelings, but no one noticed it
. Why do people

act without thinking, why they go
a way that I do not understand?
why they try to be someone they are not, and
why I'm different? Why can they just do not understand
?

I find no answers to my questions, I
do not know what to say to the people who have offended me
. I could be angry, but
would they understand me? I doubt it.
why they too should start now?

But I know I am not alone, that
there are people who think like me, give me
backing and really there are
when you need them. Such people find
is hard, but I know that they exist.

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poetry - New

Through a unique love, in which the separation morgentlichen particularly difficult

New love

I'm lying here with him in bed

With you it is more than nice.

He snuggles against me,

I find surprising.

get up after a while I

grumble he takes for purchase.

I bow to the bathroom,

ask my reflection for advice

My goodness, what should I do?

Can not always rest with him.

Have problems with my life,

How can there be love?

But after a night

which he spent at my side.

Can I miss him no more.

's my warm cuddly pillows.

I look up to him again,

to my new purpose in life.

Will give him my love,

would never hurt him.

host deceive me never

can it not even lie.

He is my absolute top pilots,

my darling puss.

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love poetry - no guilt

A sad poem about loss and wait ...

No guilt

Why am I sitting here alone?

My only goal is to be with you.

But your path led up somewhere else.

What is my life there's the use?

But I am strong, am practicing patience,

because I know it has no debt.

So I'm sitting here waiting for my whole life. to

Just to be there to give others hope.

Even I have hope for our time together

but this is just a dream of togetherness.

But I am strong, practice me in patience,

because I know it has no debt.

My hair is now gray,

now I've been waiting for years, am an old woman.

My Look sweeps every day in the distance.

By your side, I was now so much.

But I am strong, am practicing patience,

because I know it has no debt.

stand My heart is, I no longer wake up,

suppose after such a long time to death for purchase.

May finally be with you.

'll never let you get rid of you, my forever.

I practiced my whole life with patience,

and remained free of any blame.

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Poetry - The Bouquet

One should never give up hope and when you least expect it, you'll be surprised.

The Bouquet

For you it was just a game,

For me it was more.

you it was eventually too much,

finished recording and it hurt me very much.

Now I lie here in my room.

holding your picture in my hands.

will thank you love I never,

instead I stare at the walls.

After a year I sit still here,

quite lonely and alone.

mourn one behind, namely you.

Lasse not pure to me.

A soft knock on the door,

I get up and walk over.

The man says: "I've got flowers for ...?"

He can not read it and looks over at me.

A smile flits my face.

He is confused and looks at me,

starts to stutter, but that does not bother me.

I pull it up to me.

Who would have thought, a new love in my life,

I would never, ever believed it.

He gives me a lot, I have so much to give,

with the bouquet for a neighbor he was robbed of my heart.

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Poetry - A new order

A poem about angels and the destination after death. In terms of the series NCIS ...

A new job

"Good day my dear," says the angel,

in the form of a little boy.

No one seems to see

and so leave it all.

But I see his true self, can deceive

because he did not.

He smiles at me and takes my hand.

leads me finally to a foreign country.

This is so beautiful and weird at the same time,

rises in the middle of a desert, a dike.

appears with full force, the sun,

although the sky is crying terribly.

the angels appear to see here all

smiled and led me into a large hall.

amazed by the beauty I see around me,

Admire the paintings and turn me around.

"Where are we here?" I ask.

Softly he whispers to me "I lead you."

Slowly we go

the uncomfortable feeling is spreading.

Suddenly we are in front of a man

cautiously he approached me.

"to Caitlin Todd, you are dead,

The law in heaven, have bought you."

Unable to say something to bear

my fate.

Sinke I on the floor,

but I do not begin to rage.

Accept in my being, this change,

For it seems that not is all over.

"A guardian angel shalt thou be"

says the man, and both leave me alone.

saw every day, my friends,

future, invisible, for everyone.

at my new fate tied

but ultimately resigned to the task.

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NCIS SF Running up ..

Song: Running Up That Hill by Within Temptation (original by Kate Bush)

Caution: Charaktertod

It is pouring rain and my make-up has been long since become independent, but that I care for now, because I stand at your grave and wonder how all this had to happen. I wonder what the point had it all, but I get no reasonable answer. I should feel pain, I should grieve, but I feel at the moment nothing, am completely empty. The only on what I think you are, you and your incomparable Article I fall against the gray stone grave in which your name is carved on the knees. My clothes are ruined, but that does not matter because they can be replaced, you're not.

It does not hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it does not hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? It's
you and me.

It is not fair that you now art resting here. The eternal sleep of the dead sleep. What I would give anything to trade places with you to be in your shoes, but it is not possible. I have prayed, but was not heard. I would love to run away, far away, but where should I know? I would always run to you like, but which I will not do so because the place where you linger, is inaccessible to me - unfortunately. So I have no choice but to kneel here at your grave and to hope and pray, even though I know that my wish will never come true.

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with
God,
And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road
,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
So if I only could ...

I should lie here under the ground, it was my destiny, the ball was supposed to meet me, it was meant for me and took my name, but she had made up. You never wanted me and wanted to hurt that I never do anything to hurt anyone. You never wanted me injured, have always protected me and were there for me, but how shall I thank you for this? This opportunity has been taken from me when you up between the ball and threw me, I've protected once again. And yet, I have this shot fatally wounded. The ball may not have pierced my flesh, not hurt physically, but mentally I'm hit hard. My heart is bleeding and no association can it stop it.

You do not want to hurt me, But see how deep
the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts. Is there so much hate
for the ones we love?
Oh tell me we, both matter, we do not?
It's you, it's you and me.
It's you and me will not be unhappy.

Only now I realize how much I loved you, how much did you really mean to me, but it is too late. I've often loved but never the way I love you. I reproach myself why I did not realize it. Why do I see all around me, notice every little thing and see if the people bad, just not to you or to myself? We could be happy together, but I would not have blocked, because I was afraid of a committed relationship. Now I'll never get the chance have, for my great and only love is dead. And again I hope that our seats would only be reversed yet.

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with
God,
And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up
that road, Be running up that hill
,
Be running up that building,
Say, if I only could, oh ...

But I believe in you, believe in your promise that you gave me when you were in my arms. On that fateful day, the day I no longer get out of my mind, the day on which ended your life forever. But were not you been sad, no, you had me smiled and told me that you loved me. I can not answer. Tears had obscured my vision and I prayed that you would not die. You had raised my hand, I removed a strand of my black hair from her face and given me a smile. You had said that the last few years would have been the best of your life and I should not be sad. You had said you'd always be ultimately, protect me in the future, others only one way to my side. We would be forever together.

You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me will not be unhappy.

Suddenly I feel like the treacherous wet again collects in my eyes. I begin to tremble, not because it is cold and because my clothes are completely soaked, but because a delicate breeze caressing my pale skin. A familiar voice comes to me in my ear and whispered words to me are more than familiar. I close my eyes and I see you standing before me. There you are, I smile again and give me new courage to try my wounded doctoring to heart and wipe away my tears. I struggle myself with a smile, her head lay something wrong and finally take you into his arms, one last time and I tell you how much I love you and that I will not want you to go back. You give me a kiss on my forehead, stroking my cheek and whisper something to me. I enjoy your presence.

"C'mon baby, c'mon darling, Let me steal this moment
from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience oh ... "

Even though I know it's only a dream or have been an illusion, I've enjoyed this brief moment so incredibly much. I could once again be with you, could you say what I feel for you. My heart is now healed, closed the deep, gaping wound and I know that I shall live, but a scar will always remain a scar that will let me not forget you. I am slowly beginning to feel again, even if it's grief for your loss. However, it is nevertheless a beginning, a small step in my normal, wacky life back, what will never be the same without you, as it was until a few weeks. You know how much I miss you, and also that I still wish I were in your shoes.

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with
God,
And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road
,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

A hand touched me on my shoulder and timidly pulls me out of my mind. Only now I notice that the rain drops fall no longer on my skin, the sound of rain has fallen silent but not yet. I turn around and gaze into the green eyes of my colleagues, no, my friend. One hand still resting on my shoulder, with the other he holds a big umbrella over me. I can see serious concern in his eyes, but there's more. A tear, a single, solitary tear. I realize for the first time that I'm not the only one who has lost a loved one. I was about to lose myself and my friends would then becomes even more grief. But I do not want to suffer even more people. Not because of me.

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with
God,
And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that
road, Be running up that
Hill,
With no problems.

I get up, take firmly in Tony's arms and whisper to him that everything is in order that he not have to worry about me. Once again he looks at me with his beautiful eyes. After a few seconds, he nods to me that he believes me. Without wasting more words, we go together to the grave stone and set each a white rose on it. I read the inscription for the first time, for to long I refused to believe that you were dead. But I must see the truth in the eye. I accept it, you're no longer alive, sacrificed your life for me. Maybe you stood least at my grave would have, just prayed as I'd change places with me and wanted. It was a great as accurate to say? I take my leave of you with the knowledge that you will always be with me.

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with
God,
And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road
,
Be running up that hill, With
no problems.

After the rose on the grave stone, it leads away from Abby grave of his young colleagues. He still wonders why all this happened, why McGee was dead. In fact, he, Anthony DiNozzo, would be down in the lab and taken away to the evidence. Only a stupid accident, Tim was gone. The agent made more than only blame themselves were to blame, the guilt that now he was not dead, but his colleague that Abby had lost the man she loved. If only he would turn back the time and could only change places with McGee ...

If I only could Be running up that hill

With no problems ...

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NCIS SF End of all hope

Song: End of all Hope by Nightwish

Ari's thoughts after his death, his life and his current existence.

bloody was my trade, my hands stained with blood, but I do not regret it. I regret my life and my actions in no way, for I bear no guilt. I loved and was loved, but not enough to prevent what happened, what happened to me. I may have lost my faith and my innocence way too early, but this one give me any guilt. With my birth, was already set my end, but I accepted it and I made the best of it. I have, despite the determined path taken me, my own and even if others claim otherwise, I had happy moments that I will never forget. I may be only a dark shadow, a faded memory or a bad dream, but people like me it will always be.

This is the end of all hope To lose the child
, the faith To end all the innocence

To be someone like me
This is the birth of all hope
To have what I once had This life unforgiven

It will end with a birth

My whole life was a pain I've seen people die that I meant something, I 've seen people die that I did not know, and yes, I've also killed. I even enjoy it and if I had the chance, I would continue to exercise my bloody work. But I have no strength, I can not get up, I'm just tired. And yet I hear the call. For what dies is born again.

No will to wake for this morn To see another black rose
born Deathbed is slowly covered with
snow

I look at the world, see my work and am satisfied. My actions are not forgotten, too cruel, my action to my sitting deep betrayal. But I tell really, I have not much more the other betrayed? My father, my own sister? But everything seems to me right now so small and unimportant. Because I have attained immortality. Know who I am and what I will always be.

Angels they fell first but I'm still here Alone as they
are drawing near In heaven my masterpiece
will finally be sung

My last work I could not finish, or do you? Not by my own hand he died, but my act going to eat it slowly but surely destroying from within. He suffers, and blames herself for what happened. Even now, after my death I'm still who I always was. No one will ever think to change something, no one will I can get in your way. I lean back and just enjoy the show.

Wounded is the deer that leaps highest And my wound it cuts
so deep
Turn off the light and let me pull the plug

My time has passed, it hurts me, but I acknowledge it. I had expected more from life, I had hopes of many that I had, however, buried at times. I wanted love and a little more time, but the world is cruel and unjust, and even I could not resist her. And now that my hopes are finally buried, all the love and time was given to me has ended, there is silence. Again I am alone, alone in the darkness.

Mandylion without a face
Deathwish without a prayer
End of hope
End Of Love
End of time
The rest is silence

end

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NCIS SF farewell

This story is as it were, the explanation for Tony's act and is based on one of my FF's punishment (SVG). But it can also be read independently of it, since they are not on events of the story is received. taken into consideration is that Tony has a girlfriend.

Song: Nigthwish - Angels fall first

farewell

The last days were difficult for all, but she gave it to stop, as was the young woman, on whose grave he is now. He was long gone here and it was him was very hard, but she had meant so much. But now he had someone else, she was so like her. He knelt before the grave stone and lit the white candle, which he had brought and closed his eyes for a moment.

An angel face smiles to me Under a headline
of tragedy That smile used
to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say Beside the cross
on your grave And
those forever burning candles

He saw her face, her beautiful green eyes and the moment where this warm Leuchs disappeared from it. He had held his arm as she left this world as if it had decided to save his life and for her to give up. She had just smiled, said nothing, then that the two had not been necessary. They were soulmates and had so many plans, but that fate had other plans for her.

Needed elsewhere To remind us
of the shortness of your time Tears laid for them

Tears of love tears of fear Bury my dreams dig
up my sorrows Oh Lord

why The angels fall first?

A single tear his life on the cheek. Had he not made at that time never to cry again? Had he not shed enough tears, then, on the day of her funeral? Why did they just die? She believed in God and a hearing power, but why he admitted that she died? With it was also a part of him, he lost his dreams and he was no longer the man he once was.

Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La Nor enlightened by
the lessons of Christ I'll never
understand the meaning of the right Ignorance lead me into the
light

He did not understand why the good die führsorglichste, helpful and most considerate man had no faith is justified. At that time he had not yet made about the meaning of thought, and prayed that he could understand it, but he was simply no reason. It was simply unfair. Her killer was just cut down and as far as he could remember, he was still alive today, while behind bars, but he lived, in complete contrast to her, his first great love. At that time he did not want to just see just how killer got away and so he decided to become a policeman.

Needed elsewhere To remind us
of the shortness of your time Tears laid for them

Tears of love tears of fear Bury my dreams dig
up my sorrows Oh Lord why

The angels fall first?

back tears began to gather in his eyes, why he did not accept that they no longer lived. You would not have wanted that he makes accusations, it was their own decision. But he could not otherwise, it was still a remnant of his old self's. A young man who helped old ladies across the street, playing with little children and on weekends sat with his parents at the dinner table and Sports discussed. The man, who with his friend was already making wedding plans and planned the first children. But those dreams were destroyed in one night and he wondered again why.

Sing me a song Of your beauty

Of your kingdom Let the melodies of
your harps Caress those whom we still
need

What he had does not try anything to get over their dead away, had changed so much that she had not recognized him, but his old I returned slowly. He wanted to be but wanted no fixed Relationship more, for he would never feel this pain again, never again lose a man who stood so close to him and whom he loved so much. He still felt the best he had felt close to her how much he had needed them. She was beautiful, had a voice with which she could charm anyone. Now and then she sang for him in his dreams even if he had had a hard day or was just lonely, or simply longed for her. It seemed as if it was only yesterday when he was traveling with her, but he knew that that was a lie, but they took him so far from anything.

Yesterday we shook hands My friend

Today a moonbeam lightens my path My guardian

But now everything was different, he had found a new love, his old I had awakened that helped him over the loss of his first love. She was quite different and yet so similar. It was time to say goodbye, a farewell to him was obviously difficult. How to take leave of his great love that has sacrificed himself for you?

No in principle, there was no goodbye, no end, it was just a new way which he struck and she would be always with him. She was his guardian angel, as when he introduced her killer. The guy had aimed at him, but his weapon had failed, the forensic experts found no fault, but he firmly believe they protected him, she was his guardian angel.

When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he opened his eyes and turned around. He looked into the face of a beautiful woman, his girlfriend. She smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Only she had to thank that he had found the strength to say goodbye to his past. She handed him a white Rose, the two had been bought at the flower shop.

carefully, as they were made of glass, he submitted it to the grave stone, then he rose and took the hand of his girlfriend. Once more he looked at the grave, wiped the tears away and whispered, "Sarah, thank you for everything. I know you will always take care of myself, my angel. "

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Christmas fever

What can I say, it is a bad time for me. My boss is, as always in a bad mood, if not worse than usual No, he's certainly bad mood because I have collected from less than five minutes there and my seventh Sap. My oh so dear colleague is like a startled chicken and speaks of nothing other than these stupid holidays. Even her desk she has decorated with a miniature plastic Christmas tree. Bambino and I want to do best does not arise. But no, I can not help but get excited. Imagine that, or he gets his mouth and not now, two days before Christmas, he talks like a waterfall, ask me - just me - he's half, oh what I say, is to give all his relatives. And if you thinks that it can not be much worse, then it happens. I wanted only one answer to a simple question, but I would imagine so, can that not Ducky is possible. One answer, no, just a simple sentence and not a story that cost me half an hour of my precious time. I must admit it was very interesting, but I had to do much better. ...

Christmas fever

What can I say, it's a bad time for me. My boss is, as always in a bad mood, if not worse than usual No, he's certainly bad mood because I have collected from less than five minutes there and my seventh Sap. My oh so dear colleague is like a startled chicken and speaks of nothing other than these stupid holidays. Even her desk she has decorated with a miniature plastic Christmas tree. Bambino and I want to do best does not arise. But no, I can not help but get excited. Imagine that, or he gets his mouth and not now, two days before Christmas, he talks like a waterfall, ask me - just me - he's half, oh what I say, all its is to give relatives. And if you think that it can not be much worse, then it happens. I wanted only one answer to a simple question, but I would imagine so, can that not Ducky is possible. One answer, no, just a simple sentence and not a story that cost me half an hour of my precious time. I must admit it was very interesting, but I had to do much better.
of the pathology I am then went straight to Abby, because in the last sentence of the pathologist had mentioned casually that he shot in the head of the victim has already been put into the lab, has been before and one hour. When I was in the funky forensics Erin arrived, I had the feeling that I would come from a huge horse. Not such a sweet little pony circus as on markets, no, by a real, two-meter Nordic horse. At first I stumbled back a few steps when I saw the hallowed halls of my colleague. I had assumed that a Goth has nothing inane of this feast, but no, I was wrong enormous. Everywhere there were dark green pine branches, decorated with red and blue balls, and with colorful lights were. In one corner stood a huge Christmas tree, under which small and large parcels were. The only interesting thing was possible the wrapping paper, which showed Zombie Santa Claus and then the decorations, which consisted partly of small bats and bloody hatchets. But on the whole it did not change the fact that it clearly acted to holiday decorations.

I was petrified, and only the voice and the wild Gefuchtel forensics Erin brought me back to reality. She asked if everything was all right and went over seamlessly to enthusiasms of Christmas cake. I gave up the biting response, which was on my tongue, because I did not want to take Abby Joy. A good ten minutes I tried to start a rational discussion and the matter to bring to the case, or the ball. When I finally succeeded, I knew now what she had given in the last three years of their family. After another half hour in the lab, I managed finally to escape the almost Christmas-free office. Except for Kate's desk was there luckily nothing to see Christmas. Exhausted, I let myself fall to my chair and began to write my report because neither Gibbs nor Kate or McGee was a trace anywhere. Thanks to ten-finger system, which I'd learned recently in a boarding school with very nice views, I was finished faster than expected and could do other things. Unfortunately, the computer game that I use on my Computer was also more boring with time, so I decided not to arrest more of my colleagues to wait and the suspect alone. I'm sure that Gibbs would have nothing against it, because at the moment anyway, he seemed to have other concerns.

Thought - made, and I drove off. Before I knew it I was already at the house of the murderer, which the navy had on his conscience, which was at Ducky on the table. I rang and Mr. Kolman I opened it. When he recognized me, he immediately wanted to take flight, but in vain. The Christmas decorations, which he had hanged himself at the door was probably his fate. I took namely, that a flash from the door and threw the heavy wooden wreath after the fugitives. This tripped as expected and remained motionless on the ground. I put her in handcuffs, told him his rights and could not help to say that this is the reason why I have never Christmas decorations in my apartment. Satisfied, I went back to headquarters, the Christmas lights I desperately tried to ignore. Once there I got to be out on the fly, a confession from the guy and then let him bring in a cell. As Gibbs and the others had not come back or have been absent again, I sat back on my computer, yet quickly wrote the final report. Just when I printed out the document, the elevator doors opened and my three colleagues were discussing in the office. When my boss saw me, he raised an eye brow and finally asked me if I had known what Ducky or Abby. I took a deep breath and told him that because of any substance on the ball only Kolman was considered as the offender in, I had this already been arrested and he confessed and was now in custody. Then I pressed him nor the final report in hand. Not only my boss looked at me surprised that I did not care. After all, the mood of Gibbs seemed better now, McGee said I had quickly given all the things Abby relatives and thus was He finally quiet and Kate I sent to Ducky, I told her that he would know as a very interesting Christmas story. processed after an hour when even the last remaining files are often sent Gibbs at last they all go home and wished us a really nice Christmas. I had thought at first I had heard correctly. Kate had managed to infect him with the Christmas virus? That could not be. Horrified, I went home and prayed that any kill a madman, a Marine, or at least would kidnap only and that we would take the case. Christmas Eve came the expected phone call, and I took after the first ring from ...

Ok, over sentimental, I now most people will not even Christmas! I hate this holiday, why can not even tell me. I just know that I mutate this time to work animal, but is this time you only get once a year. I can not help it that the Christmas fever has such impact on me.

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I die ...

A story with humor, but serious output, or is it? Deceptive title on unsustainable away?

I die ...

I, Anthony DiNozzo die, straight. What are you listening this? Certainly not to my pointless ramblings, what I give of myself, the more likely is a sign that I am still alive. No, but you notice it on the big pool of blood next to me. How this came about I will tell you in a few sentences, it can also be a few more, depending on how long I manage to keep my eyes open.

had not started so bad the day I arrived only five minutes late, Gibbs was nowhere to be seen, Ziva had a few days off and could therefore not nervous and McGee sat at his Place. I crept up to him and gave him a pat on the back of the head. as I had intended - - Startled, he jumped. Good mood, I went to my place and said "Good morning Bambino". This just looked at me angry and continued to work on his papers. I remained unmoved, dropped my backpack fall next to my desk and sit on my chair. So far so good, I started a few minutes to finally edit my files stack, because Gibbs did not appear easy. How boring, I thought, as it was already noon and I only four or five acts - of about twenty or so - had finished. But Gibbs was still missing, unaccounted for. I decided to get some food and asked McGee - nice as I am now times - whether he wanted to have something. Then he looked at me completely confused, acted as if I was from another planet and only when I looked at him sharply, he also ordered what and handed me the money in hand. After a good ten minutes I was already back from the Chinese restaurant nearby and gave my colleague for his dinner. Relaxed, I sat down at my place, put the legs on the desk and began to relish my noodles with fried Hünchenfleisch to devour in a sweet-sour sauce. The eyes of Tim, the seemingly did not fit my Essweise, I ignored skillfully. With his mouth full, I asked him whether Gibbs had been reported, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Slowly I began to seriously worry about my boss. After I had finished my lunch, I went to Cynthia and erkündigte me with her, if she knew what. She was also puzzled as Director Shepard, but she gave me the indication that Gibbs was the day before a long time in the office and an old case had been sitting. So I took the legs in his hand and went to the place of my superiors. My good mood turned into concern for and an uneasy feeling spread to my stomach. Gibbs would have done anything stupid yet. I thought to myself, but my inner voice told me that he had yet made.

McGee looked at me somewhat confused, as I sat on the chair of my boss and combed through the files, but I never noticed the young agent. I quickly found the case mentioned by the Director and scanned the file, as well as the margin of Gibbs. Finally, I found evidence that the offender, who until now was not caught, all lived nearby. Of course, I could imagine that Gibbs had been alone on the path to the killer to make it. I shook so much unreason on his head. Finally, I forced myself to McGee him know that I would make the search for Gibbs, as he put maybe in trouble. I grabbed my things and drove to the address that was standing on one of the many notes written by Gibbs. Probably, these were at the house of the suspect. I was right, because after a good half hour drive, I reached a small house, stood before the car of my boss. From Gibbs unfortunately lacked any Track. I feared that he would stay inside the building and that not entirely voluntary. So I drove past the house, turned my car off a road on and snuck up behind the property. It reminded one of these bad horror movies, in which the estate had come down completely and totally exaggerated. I could not believe that something like this really existed. So I approached the ruins, and I could not quite believe that anyone would live there, much less stop because my boss would - soon I realized that I was mistaken. When I reached one of the holes in the wall, which used to be a Solid been his, had to enter late I care. What I saw pleased me not. Gibbs saw on a metal chair and was shackled with handcuffs. He did not look good. His head was hanging down and the dark red stains on his shirt were safe blood. Just as it looked like he had been badly. I looked around and found that no one was outside him in space. But when I was about to climb inside, the door opened with a loud creak. I went in and watched what happened. At the same time I dug my cell phone from his pocket and wrote Tim a text message that he should immediately come with reinforcements and an ambulance to her. Then again, I devoted my more perfect Attention to the half-starved-looking man (my attention). He waved his gun around in front of Gibbs's face and shouted at him angrily. Inevitably I had to smile, it was anything but good to yell at my boss, but he would more than pay for and burn in hell. And as I had imagined, not at all liked the Roar In Gibbs. He raised his head and glared at his opposite angry, then he said something he would rather keep to yourself. I did not understand it, but it caused the guy to run down to disengage his weapon. Then he took aim and a loud bang pierced the silence. I will probably never forget Gibbs face as he with a mixture from shock and surprise, and finally mustered only his kidnapper, who fell lifeless to the ground after a few moments. Only then he saw me. I ignored him but no more, but looked around the room, which looked as if there had been raging a long time ago a fire. When I was sure that no danger threatened, I secured my weapon again, stowed it in place, climbed through the window and headed former unerringly towards him. With "All right boss?" I welcome him and went to tamper with the handcuffs. "DiNozzo, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked in his usual sarcastic tone, instead of an expected Acceptance speech. But I, who was already used to ignoring it and replied: "You save your ass." With a shrug, my boss took it for information. When I had him freed na good thirty seconds, he missed me unexpectedly Sap. This time I was the one who looked shocked and surprised to boot. "For what it was ..." I began to ask my question, but I got no further. With a strong kick the door was reopened and an equally emaciated man, the one I had just shot, looked confusingly similar, stormed into the room - probably armed with a revolver still in the wild west. Slightly rushed he saw of Gibbs me back and forth, until finally his attention to the dead on the floor a lot. For a second his eyes remained on the corpse and the ever growing spot of blood. Then he raised his weapon against Gibbs quickly and fired. In my brain it was working to draw my weapon, unlock and then to even shoot it was too late. I tried it anyway, but at the same time jumped in front of my boss and fired several times from my weapon in flight. I saw this guy on the floor sagged and are also regnungslos remained. I also landed on Earth, well, not really quite. I ended namely Gibbs, who was not thrilled that I was on him. He threw me a couple of not very nice words towards me, and finally rolled to one side as I did not make the slightest Anstallt get up, but had more or less a reason. I felt terrible fact, my whole body ached and I felt a sharp pain in the chest. Breathing a lot to me obviously difficult. When I still made no move to get up, Gibbs turned to me. I could see changed as his ice-blue eyes, her expression - by angry anxious to infinity. This was at first a bit scared, but I quickly realized what was wrong with me. I was shot and the way it looked, it was not good for me. Gibbs knelt down beside me and pressed his hands to the heavily bleeding wound in my chest. He wanted to say something, but I was like, "Bambino, is out and an ambulance, too." I tried to smile, but what I failed because of the pain and torment came over for sure. The worst was not that I was shot and may die would, but the view from Gibbs. I knew him too well, because it was the same expression he had in his eyes when Kate was then shot on the roofs of the port. "DiNozzo!" Began my boss, but he was interrupted by the howl of sirens. He looked at me, gave me the order so not to die and ran away to lead the rescuers to me.

So now I lie here, then, slowly bleeding to death and I'm alone. I hope that Gibbs is back in time before I join the great army, or rather kick the bucket. I wonder if Ducky will probably cut me. I am particularly interested in what he will say to my health, after all, I stuff every day fast food and a plethora of sweets some more. And who is angry McGee? Used to be that Kate and I alternated but since Ziva is there, everything is different. But even when I bless the temporal now, I even saved the lives of Gibbs. Since my strength wane, I can see more than vague and not really hear what happened to me, I'm assuming that I shall meet the almighty Lord. But until I realize how many words and phrases for it yet, I die 'is, but I'll bet Ducky knows even more.

And while I so on the cold floor in the lying-down house, slowly bleeding to death and along the way philosophize about phrases, the paramedics arrive and take care of my injury. I close my eyes and hope that I will open it but maybe even more times. Then, in black and darkness surrounds me.

In short, I am dying .... or maybe not?

end

Saree Blouses Designs

NCIS SC It's my birthday ...

Probably the worst thing can happen to you when you are so fond of Hopes that one gets a very special day attention and is then forgotten.

It's my birthday and nobody thinks of me

It's my birthday and nobody thinks of me, in principle I think that's good, because I must not blame me if I forget the birthday of my friends. But since there is only one small problem: I do not forget their birthdays. Gibbs not his, even though I only briefly with a Happy Birthday Boss receive 'in the office and gave him a extra large cup of coffee serve and not Kate, who I have a large bouquet of her favorite flowers to celebrate the rich over night. She is happy is not really about because they know where I where I know her lover Lung flowers and their favorite florist. Regardless, I think and how they say? The thought counts. I can not help it that they constantly their notebook or PDA you can be lying around everywhere, it's already a request to look into it. But no, she moves on again, but they should take better care of their things.

And then Bambinos birthday, how could I forget this truly significant day because I have not organized the last time the best party of his life? And as he thanks me? Not at all, I do not even get a card. I would still have over such a simple, inexpensive piece of cardboard happy, but no one has thought of it. Not even Abby, even though it for her birthday one - has received beautiful flowers - at least in their eyes. But even a couple of black roses, I would have been delighted at the moment, but nothing that I do not even get some weed I. And Ducky? He can remember everything that occurs to him to every small case of any story, but he also forgot my birthday.

And my family, or rather my father has not also thought of it. Yet all have to think a minute of it. How do I know so exactly? I sit on the cold tile in my bathroom, staring at the digital clock, which hangs next to the sink, and realize that it is clock 23:59. So as I said a minute. But somehow my inner voice tells me that no call will ring or come storming into my apartment is. Even a burglar would give me some variety, but no, not even come because they know that lives in this house, a federal agent with a gun. Now I'm sitting here wondering what am I doing? Why did I ever elected to the job and yet not have become a businessman, so it was like my father from me? But all I'm just on my nerves, it would be better without me turn, would maybe more and would create a quieter, more enjoyable work. I sink into my gloomy thoughts, but I leave the second hand of my clock is not out of sight. Soon it is time. Only five four, three, two, one ... the time has come, my birthday is over, no one has thought of me. This is a sign that I'm all matter. I'm lonely, abandoned, even though I used to always do so much. But a Anthony DiNozzo is not always strong, can not always and at any time before all that hurt him to shield it to play with his own way. I seem to have also made it perfect because no one drew suspicion, no one seems to know how it really in me looks like. Not even Abby, who else noticed every little change in me. I am master of this game and although I have reached my goal, I have lost. I wished that my wall would be broken by someone, that someone would recognize my true, vulnerable self. But I hid it well. Again, I look at the clock, one minute after midnight.

There's no point in self-pity to drown, that everything I've finally brewed themselves. I torture me up and go to the sink to give me some water to splash in the face. This bit of cool water immediately raises my being and I decide me to go forward to the work. If I were to go to bed now, namely, I'd overslept and only then should bear Gibbs a bad mood all day.

sit an hour later, I also already in the office. There is obviously still as death, who is already on a clock at night work. I begin to process the remaining files are cumbersome and fight me through the small font too. At some point the table has a magical effect on my head. With a loud bang, he ends up at some point on the table and I sleep peacefully. I am awakened by a so-soft blow on the head. In a flash I shrink up and look around confused. I can not quite believe what I see, because on my desk is a great package with a dark red ribbon. Confused, I look at my colleagues who have gathered around my desk and grin at me wide. Gibbs is finally the first to say something. "Happy birthday, Tony", his words and then he takes a sip from the cup which he holds in his hand. Finally, he adds, amused, "And I would be in your shoes I buy a new calendar views, your expired for almost a year and today we have only Tuesday and Wednesday."

end

Appearances are deceptive

Where Are The Best Seat At Bob Carr

NCIS SC Appearances

Today is the first of January, I'm lying in my bed and stare at the ceiling. I will not stand up, not today, not that day, but I remain a choice? No - of course not. So I count to ten inside and lead me dozens of good reasons in mind why it is better to get up here as to lie in my cozy, warm and cozy bed and sleep off. But not even the threat of dismissal I am today is reason enough to torture me up and drag myself to work. Oh you cruel world, why are you doing to me the only? What have I done wrong I? My head hurts at the slightest movement the whole room spins around me and I feel bad - no, I is bad! But if I would stay just lie quietly, then everything would be good, no, this peace is not granted me. Once more, I labored to lead me, what I am threatened if I do not swing my butt out of bed. Lastly, I am only a thought is driving out of bed to the bathroom and the toilet ....
... deceptive

Appearances

Today is the first of January, I'm lying in my bed and stare at the ceiling. I will not stand up, not today, not that day, but I remain a choice? No - of course not. So I count to ten inside and lead me dozens of good reasons in mind why it is better to get up here as to lie in my cozy, warm and cozy bed and sleep off. But not even the threat of dismissal I am today is reason enough to torture me up and drag myself to work. Oh you cruel world, why are you doing this to me only? What have I done wrong I? My head hurts at the slightest movement the whole room spins around me and I feel bad - No, I is bad! But if I would stay just lie quietly, then everything would be good, no, this peace is not granted me. Once more, I labored to lead me, what I am threatened if I do not swing my butt out of bed. Lastly, I am only a thought is driving out of bed. To the bathroom and the toilet
light trembling now I'm sitting on the cold white tiles of my bathroom. I try to breathe calmly and send silent commands to my stomach that he should finally be quiet, but he did not answered. Increase again this only too familiar feeling in me and quite automatically I bend over the edge of the porcelain bowl, the lid is still lifted up. After a few minutes it seems to me to finally go a little better. I glance at the little clock that is mounted next to the sink on the other side of the room and realize that it's ten minutes to seven. I realize that I will be late for work - as almost always. This time, however, I'm really sorry, but I had done that I would pull together in terms of punctuality. But because I can now also change nothing, as my stomach seems to make me appear to be at peace. Not that I'm still in the belief that he could offer anything more - I get myself up and go a little shaky, the sink over to me to do something fresh. After a good twenty minutes I'm also attracted to and then have it then finally placed that you can see my dark eye circles and I no longer have the pallor of a little displaced from my face. However, my hair refuses to obey me now, each hair seems to stand in a different direction, but for now this is my least concern. Much more I'm thinking about how I'm healing to work. But somehow it is all right. Or should I ask my extremely attractive neighbor, if she drives me? No, better not, they will certainly sleep, until finally she came back home around four. On wobbly legs I walk towards Floor - avoid any view into the kitchen - I grab my car and house keys and leave my apartment. Behind me, I am going from close and then to the elevator. The staircase would be in my condition of pure suicide for still revolves around me, from the headache I will not even start. When I finally reached the elevator, open the doors as if by magic. Well, almost by magic, a young woman with a baby carriage comes out, wish me a happy new year and continues so. I nuschle also difficult to understand in order to then escape into the elevator. The child cries in the car that is despicable and the is not very comfortable with my present condition. When the elevator doors close, I breathe a sigh of relief, but my joy will not last long, because with a fairly bumpy backs, the car is in motion. My stomach did not fit this action now. Only with absolute concentration I wrestle down the feeling of nausea and come - with a further difficult to cope with shift - in the garage. Slowly and something swaying I approach my car, which I achieved in just a few steps that occur to me but like an eternity. A glance at the clock tells me, however, that I had just left the first time three minutes my apartment. When I put the key in Lock stuck, I notice again how much my hands tremble, but I do not care. I would certainly not go back. So I sit down awkward in my sleek, black sports car and close the door behind me. I put the key into the lock and start the car while I strap on me. Then I go finally go and pray that I fell better soon.

I think I'm in my entire life never driven so slowly, but every time I drove a little faster, I was inevitably bad and dizzy and I could part the street signs and no longer see the road in mind. OK, I admit it, I can see the street signs and not because they are totally blurred, but what is already playing a role, I know the way anyway and did not need signs. And finally, I am also without prejudice to the underground garage of the NCIS headquarters, which is of course no wonder the way from my apartment to here, I would even in his sleep and found half dead. When I was just playing with the idea that I should prefer the stairs or doing to the elevator, my phone rings. I drew from my pocket and take a quick look at the display. In large letters, is there 'GIBBS'. The bad feeling that I have the All morning torture transforms itself instantly to a miserable. Not that, too, I think, stagger to the elevator and raise it will eventually. A loud, very angry-sounding voice shouted against me by the phone and I invariably cringe. I do not even have the chance to justify myself, since there is already quiet again at the other end of the line. Something positive, however, had the whole thing, I do not notice how the elevator with a jolt that my stomach does not seem to cope with today, is in motion. But I realize very well how the little car will stop. I close my eyes, took a deep breath and step into the open plan office. I do not try this time to waver and to appear as normal as ever.

My two colleagues are already in place, which does not surprise me really. Both see me and while McGee has looked rather pitiful, Kate an acute slogan on the lips. She says something to drink too much, but I can not quite follow you, because deflected a slap on the back of the head from me something from happening. I nuschle Just a little "sorry boss" and immediately put myself to my desk. Inevitably, I see both my colleagues again, this time in wonder. It happens to you probably odd that I have no excuse this time ready. I have many excuses but really, just at the moment neither the desire nor the power to let them off the stack. Gibbs gives me any attention anymore and I can unpack my things in peace. As I define the drawer of my desk, I really laugh a whole dozen chocolate bar counter. Although I have not eaten anything yet today, I am getting ill from the sight alone and with a loud bang when I close the drawer again. I did not even get a tablet down against this terrible headache. Again I feel the eyes of my colleagues at me when I see Kate, I realize that this whole situation seems very fun place. I sigh and play with the idea to pop my head just on the table. This project I trace not, however, because the phone by Gibbs with a shrill, just terrible ringing calls attention to itself - that was really always been such a horrible sound?

sets after a few words to my boss and says: "We have a new case." He gives the usual instructions and throws me the car keys. I'm not even bothered to collect them, look after them instead and see how they end up rattling on the floor. I also have no desire for a car ride with Gibbs, because I already know what will happen, and neither I nor my colleagues liked him even more. But still, I bend over based on the keys, I move almost zeitlumpigenartig to the elevator and disappear again towards the garage. I fill up the car and drive it, finally, so enter my colleagues who are waiting impatiently. The evil eye of my boss I did not notice and remain on the driver's seat sitting on what he likes even less. Willig again he sat on the passenger seat. I go to the scene at the same speed with which I am also recently moved to headquarters and perhaps makes my colleagues more fear than if I had been traveling faster than allowed. Even Gibbs seems to have finally realized that something is wrong, but he did not speak.

at the scene, a small house on the edge of the city, arrived, I park the car directly behind that of the pathologist, who must have arrived before us. I get out - still ignore the views of my colleagues - and get my things out of the car, to then go into the house. Gibbs to get me loose because when he finally turns and not all storms still to come inside. Kate McGee contrast helps to unpack the other things - right after it checked whether Bambino even still alive. But this is better than ever, since this car should be probably been the most pleasant in the truck, which he ever had.

but I care no more about it and go in as well. There is a young woman in uniform of the U.S. Navy on the ground. A large blood stain is seen next to her head and I feel bad again. With a masterful command - mentally, of course - I make my stomach again silenced. However, I am now so dizzy and bad that I lean against the door frame. Gibbs, who stands next to the body, and June peppered with questions noticed me and my strange behavior. It controls up to me to me now finally to fold together. His ice-blue eyes sparkled against me angry and he was about to not talk to me encouraging. He yells, but rather He has that dangerous, quiet tone of voice. Exceptionally, however, leaves me cold.

"DiNozzo," he begins and impales me literally with his eyes, "if you ..." He also does not, however, because the pathologist has pushed between him and me. He looks at me worried and put his hand on the forehead. He shakes his head and transported me to the sofa, which is located in the room next to the corpse. Instructive, he talks at me, which I understand only about half, because my senses slowly slip away from me and I would bring my nice, cozy bed.

The next thing I noticed again that I'm lying in a comfortable bed, I covered up and that something is heard from voices murmur. I opened my eyes - I can not even remember because they have made - and look around curiously. I am in a light blue hospital room which is set up not just bad, it shoots through my head. Delighted, I realized that my headaches are only a tiny hammer and the dizziness is gone. My waking up does not go unnoticed, silent voices and Gibbs suddenly comes into my field of vision. He gives me a smile, which I was more afraid than any evil eye from him. He even apologized that he had not noticed it. I see him but only asking. The Enlightenment brings just the older doctor, who positioned himself a few seconds later by my boss. He tells me that I have a severe pneumonia, but this is not the usual cough is noticeable for me - in short, nothing new for me.

is Suddenly I realized what they had thought, my colleagues and my boss all the time. I see Gibbs reproachfully: "You did not really think I would get drunk like that?"

end

Pantsed At School Thong

SN SC deceptive lack of communication ...

lack of communication ...

Just imagine the two Winchester brothers before that again on a long, lonely road thither. Both sit in the black Impala, Dean as almost always at the wheel. Suddenly the phone rings the older and responsible as he is, he would pick up right away. The case appears to be first, as Sam notes based on the expression of his brother. Dean spoke for quite a while, but the person at the other end of the conversation seems to be a leader, for more than a 'yes' and a 'hm' is not getting with Sammy ....

... has hangs When Dean finally, he accelerated the car without a word about what seems but very important telephone call to lose. Sam looks a little confused at his brother and finally asks what's going on, but he receives no answer, instead, only Dean does more on the gas.

By the time he accelerated more and more each time he requests is faster and looks grimly at the road. There must be a matter of life and death to go, because why else would ignore his brother as Dean? Sam, can be nervous and worried, questioning and finally decides to see also on the road and hope that they arrive in time and, above all, himself safe and sound there, no matter where that be.

Suddenly Dean lays out the brakes and the car just before the Stop input of a restaurant. Without wasting a word, it means exactly what it is now in there, he travels literally at the driver's door, jumps out of the car and runs off. Sam - quite worried - pulls his gun and runs after giving only his anxious brother backing.

Dean screams now, that people make it to court and when they see Sam with a gun, they make this call also impact resistance. Who would not do in such a situation?

Sam, still not looking what's going to be stopped abruptly, through a door is slammed in front of his nose. Completely bewildered, he stares at the sign on the door and reads the letters, this is finally combined into words and is pale. As unobtrusive as it now is still possible, it makes them disappear weapon under his jacket and leaves under the irritated and sometimes shock Eyes of those present quickly the restaurant.

It was written, men's room