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Feb. 2nd, 2007 | 09:36 am

TITLE The L.A. Rendezvous
PROMPT Involves Seely, Greg, Tony, and a cop car.


"This is all your fault."

"My fault? Who was the one who was all, 'let's sneak away from the group, nothing will happen, they'll never notice!'?"

There was a long pause. "Uh, that was you."

"Oh yeah." Another pause. "Well, who thought that truant officers in California were so overzealous?"

"'Overzealous'? Somebody's been studying for the SATs."

"Well, one of us should get more than the 200 points they give you for spelling your name right."

"That's a myth, you know." This time, a third voice, younger and far more hyperactive. "See, 'cause, the SATs actually penalize you a quarter of a point for every question you get wrong. So it's possible to get a 0 on the SATs, even if you spell your name right, if you get every single question wrong."

Another silence. Then, "You're, like, twelve. What do you know?"

"Well, I know how to create a simple homemade explosive device. Wanna hear?"

"No. Really, no."

"If you're so smart, how come you got grabbed by the truant officer too?"

("'Got grabbed'?"

"Shut up.")

A shrug. "Same as you guys, I bet. Decided that my school group was too boring, and went to look at the city by myself."

The two older boys gave him a disbelieving look, taking in the shorts, sandals, wavy light brown hair and general "I'm a Californian" air about the boy. "Dude, you're totally a native."

"Oh, of California, yes. But not all of California is Los Angeles, you know. My school's doing a day trip."

"Sure, let's pretend he knows that."


"What about you guys? Where are you from?"


"New York."

"We go to boarding school together."

"In Rhode Island, it's like a halfway point."

"...you so need to retake geography."

"Shut up!"

Thud. Thud. The nice heavy boots of a real cop, not a truant officer. The three boys shared a look that said, quiet clearly and in numerous languages, 'Uh-oh'.

"Do you boys know how much trouble you're in?"

"Nope, but I'm sure you're going to tell us."

(And then, two "Shut up!"s, which were ignored.)

"You're right, I am. You three were all spotted near a convenience store that was robbed. By three suspects matching your descriptions."

The youngest of the group paled. The other two, though, started to grin and exchanged amused looks. One boy spoke up, "Look, I hate to break the news to you, but..."

The red-haired boy chimed in, "We're kind of too rich to bother with such histrionics."

("I don't think that word means what you think it means."

"Okay, now it's your turn to shut up.")

The cop turned to the younger boy with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged. "I'm just plain Greg Sanders, from a line of Norwegian farmers. Not exactly Vanderbilt level."

"But, see, I'm Anthony DiNozzo Jr. And this is Matthew Seely," the dark-haired boy said, giving the cop his most earnest, innocent look. "And we're far too rich to try our hand at robbery while on a school field trip."

"School field trip, huh?"

The red-head - Matt - elbowed his friend in the side and gave him a dark look, but it was too late. The cop was smirking at them all (including the younger boy in said smirk more out of courtesy than anything). "You three just wait here, I'm going to go contact your school."

"Suh!" the younger boy chimed in helpfully.


"SchoolS. I go to a different one. They don't let twelve year olds go to military school."

The cop gave a suspicious look, nodded, and left.

"How'd you know we go to a miliary school? We didn't say that, did we?"

"Nope, we didn't."

"Easy. I'm not a brain-dead moron, that's how." This was ended with the ever-lovely sticking out of the tongue.

All three boys got into a lot of trouble with their schools, but only the younger boy got into any trouble with his family. Indeed, Anthony DiNozzo Jr.'s and Matthew Seely's families never even heard of their escapade (the school figuring it was not good for their reputation to go around telling people they lost two scions of quite rich and influential families, even for an afternoon).

None of them really spoke of it again, although they each worried (privately) about it possibly effecting their background checks when they each went into law enforcement (it didn't). But none had forgotten it, and all were very surprised to run into each other, nearly twenty years later, in Boston, at a law enforcement convention.

But that is a story for another time.

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from: dragonessasmith
date: Feb. 2nd, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)

Hee! Love it. The only problem? Now I want moar! I want the convention story where they run into each other again. XD Come on, you know you wanna!

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from: smrt1
date: Feb. 4th, 2007 07:36 am (UTC)

Haha, I was already totally planning one. I just need to, like, come up with stuff for it. (That was real, like, intelligent, wasn't it?)

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