Not So Forbidden Love

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She smirked at him and walked outside. Inside the house, Gibbs and McGee continued the investigation. Timothy McGee had made his way into the kitchen to inspect it. He took pictures of a trail of bloody footprints leading from the carpet of the living room, across the kitchen tiles, and to the back door. Gibbs placed his coffee cup on the tv stand in the living room and joined McGee in the kitchen.

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McGee jumped slightly, and obeyed. Gun pointed in front of him, he led his boss through the kitchen and out the back door. The two men went down the stairs of the back porch, seeing no evidence on the porch itself. McGee caught a glimpse of a trashcan with a large amount of flies swarming above it. At a closer look, he observed a smear of blood on the lid. Gibbs hurried over to the agent's side. After taking a deep breath, McGee removed the lid of the trashcan. Inside the trashcan, he was staring at a bloody hammer wrapped up in a t-shirt.

Gibbs sighed and shook his head. He figured there was nothing more to discover at the time and was about ready to head back to headquarters when a man suddenly approached him. He was middle aged, brown hair turning gray. He was wearing sweatpants and a white wife-beater tank top. He was clearly shocked. His mouth dropped open, and he ran a hand quickly through his graying hair.

Hunter, still in shock, shook his head and stammered for a moment before answering. They have an eight year old daughter named Lexi too. They'd do anything for anybody. Wouldn't harm a fly.

I can't imagine why anyone would have a problem with Rob. We got to talking, and he said something that just seems strange to me. Meanwhile, Tony and Ziva were walking across the parking lot at the hospital toward the entrance. She was a step ahead of him, and he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. Ziva had always amazed him. The way she walked, the way she fought, the way she spoke; it was all very interesting to Tony. The way that she didn't understand English idioms had always been very cute to him, although he commonly teased her about it.

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Tony was finding that, even though he tried hiding his feelings by teasing her, he was becoming more and more attracted to Ziva David. There was nothing he could do about it; he couldn't date a team member.

He would never hear the end of it from McGee. What would Gibbs say? No, he couldn't risk it. But still, Tony was becoming entranced by Ziva's beauty. Her long dark hair seemed so soft, and he felt his fingers twitching, wanting to feel it. Her dark eyes were like deep pools, and he tried to avoid direct eye contact so he wouldn't become lost in them. Ziva was beautiful, but he couldn't have her.

When they approached her, she stood, tears still in her eyes. Kristi sniffled and wiped her face with a tissue she had clutched in her hand. Tony and Ziva sat as well. Kristi wiped her eyes again before answering. Ziva frowned, clearly confused. Tony picked up the questioning. Markson, is there anybody you can think of who had a problem with your husband? Kristi pondered his question for a moment and then shook her head. That is all I can think of. The doctor looked at him for a moment, unsure of how to handle this. Dinozzo smirked as he walked past the doctor. Again, Ziva felt the urge to smile, but instead she just walked past him.

Inside Lexi's hospital room, the young girl was hooked up to many tubes and monitors. She appeared even smaller than what she already was due to the amount of bandages and machinery around her. Kristi had pulled up a chair and was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand very lovingly. Tony and Ziva looked at each other quickly before each taking a deep breath and stepping toward the pair of ladies. She closed her blue eyes, whether from physical or emotional pain, Ziva didn't know. Kristi ruffled her daughter's blonde hair and kissed her forehead lovingly.

She whispered in her ear, encouraging her to cooperate. Lexi reopened her eyes, and Ziva and Tony could see they were brimmed with tears. I was watching tv…There was a knock on the door…Daddy answered it and told me…to leave. Lexi took a couple deep breaths, and Kristi continued playing with her daughter's hair. Ziva could tell Lexi was very weak and needed her rest, but she also knew that the information this little girl had was vital to the investigation.

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Kristi ignored her and pushed Lexi's hair back as her daughter continued gasping for air. The doctor rushed into the room and shooed the three adults out just as Lexi's eyes closed. Kristi began sobbing hysterically and collapsed against the wall. Trying to find something to say but torn whether he should say it. They hadn't actually exchanged any sort of communication after he told Tsuna that his mom died. Iemitsu had said that she died shortly after arriving at the hospital, despite their best efforts, and dissolved into tears.

Tsuna was too shocked to cry. Finally, Iemitsu walked into the living room where Tsuna usually sat during the day, never having enough energy to make it up the stairs yet. Iemitsu looked apprehensive but hopeful as he talked. So I want to enroll you in a new school. It's at the edge of Namimori so you'll still be close to town and can visit whenever you want. It's a boarding school and it helps with people with disabilities and illnesses of all kinds. Iemitsu paused and looked up at Tsuna. He tried not to show it but Tsuna knew that he wanted Tsuna to say yes to going to this school. But Tsuna didn't have a problem, yeah he was a little sad all the time but isn't everybody?

Apparently not though as Tsuna was forced to go to this new school for people with physical and mental disabilities alike. So he tried to embrace it the best he could. The school was laid out with two wings. There's an East wing where the dorms are placed, the boys separated from the girls of course, and the West wing, where the classrooms and sick bay are. A hallway connects the two wings that rooms all the staff. In the dorm, there was only one option if you were a patient; room with someone else to help you.

And Tsuna now had to room with somebody he didn't know for three years. This was going to be fun. He didn't even know the person. What if they were obnoxiously loud. What if they enjoyed kinky roleplay and was extremely loud. A man was sprawled on the ground, sweat shirt completely soaked through, and only black slacks on. He seemed to be doing push-up, when he saw Tsuna enter his head snapped over. He looking at the pale complexion and haggard breathing with conserved curiosity.

Tsuna rooted through his pockets for his phone to introduce himself. He found it and quickly typed a message stating his name. A snort of disdain was the only reply as Tsuna walked further into the room. He saw that the room he entered was a somewhat home-y feeling to it. There was a leather, rust coloured couch sitting pushed up beside a picture window that spilled light into the semi-dark room.

The brown walls where box-like but branched off into a hall where he imagined more rooms would be and matched the wooden floors in colour. Across from that door is the bathroom. If you keep walking you'll find yours as the last one on your right. He walked into the room and sat down on the bed, swinging his feet looking around the room. It was square in size with a stark white colour on the walls, contrasting with the earlier brown, and had nothing on them whatsoever. The floor was carpeted with tacky, pinkish-red plush carpet, but was soft to the touch and was nice to walk on.

Sighing through his nose, Tsuna got up and started putting his clothes away into the dresser stuck into the corner of the room. The first day of school was unusual. He woke up early from another nightmare, making him shiver in his bed with small gasps of surprise and pain racking his body. He looked over at the analogue clock perched on his wall, he took it from his home, and saw that it was 6: Deciding it was time to get up since his first class started at 8. He learned that if he went back to sleep he would never wake up on time.

He gathered his uniform that was issued to everyone and went to the bathroom to take a shower and do his daily routine.

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He tripped on the way there and a huge clatter was heard throughout the dorm. He really hoped Reborn didn't get upset at him. When he got out of the bathroom, he saw Reborn waiting by the door. He looked up when he heard the door opening and grumbled,"If you were going to be up so early, at least be a little more quiet about it. Tsuna gave a sheepish smile. Reborn was technically a student but he had classes at 9 instead of 8 so he could afford to sleep in.

Tsuna wasn't really in need of help per se, but he just needed if he had an attack of some sort and companionship from his depression. Tsuna moved out of the way for the bathroom and walked to his room to get his red tie for his uniform. His uniform was very much like his old one for Namimori; navy slacks, a white dress shirt, a sky blue tie, and a jacket or sweater vest, depending on the season.

Only the tie was a red-orange instead of sky-blue. He never really figured out how to tie it completely, but it was on and it was presentable at least. He walked out to the kitchen, a sloppy excuse for a Windsor knot around his neck, and took some bread for breakfast. Reborn walked in not too long after and started making himself some coffee. He looked completely dead to the world, his black eyes making the bags darker than they were, his face paling in the yellowing light in the small kitchen, and his hair looking more messed up then the usually carefully styled mess of spikes.

Reborn looked over at Tsuna and made eye-contact. Tsuna looked down, his face scarlet, and focused way too hard on munching half-heartedly on his bread. Flinching at the harsh tone, Tsuna hesitantly stepped towards him. His chin was lifted up so he was staring directly into black eyes that crinkled in slight amusement at his expense.

His tie was corrected and smoothed into his vest in a matter of under a minute.