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Ellie's P.O.V.

Dad's car pulled into the driveway, making me look up from my APStat work. "Ooh thank goodness." The door creaked open, and I rushed over to him. "Hi, welcome home, HELP ME." I begged, practically dragging him over to the kitchen table.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, ok, ok, ok, what is it?"

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND NUMBERS ANYMORE." 


"And then 16," he finished, circling the number on my page.

"You're not allowed to be better than numbers at me. Er, I mean- uuuugh."

"Squirt, I'm 20 years older than you, I'm better than you at everything." I started intensely at my page, slowly tilting my head till I was looking at him. "You love me and you know it." He clapped twice, and walked into the kitchen to make dinner.


"Boss finally found a new officer for our team." Dad announced, trying to stab a pea with his fork and missing spectacularly.

"Ooh, are you sure you lot are ready for that? What about Kate?" Dad's eyes glazed over a bit, and he smiled sadly. 

"No, we're not but our team still needs to function."

"Alright, I trust you. What's their name?"

"Ziva David." (Da-veed)

"Interesting, tell me about her. . . 



-Eliza

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