Video 004 - Interpretive Pairs Challenge
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the_navy_yardTitle: “Video 004”
Rating: K+
Genre: Character Study, Family, Friendship
Character(s): Sarah McGee, Tim McGee, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David
Summary: To research for her finals, Sarah asks three members of the team why they do what they do.
Fic written by: 2xheroe
Graphics made by: cullenblaze
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“What—Why do I have to sit over here?”
“Because that’s where the camera can see you best! Now stop whining. This only has enough batteries to record the interview.”
“Fine. Why didn’t you just write the answers down, anyways? It’s much efficient.”
“Because my lit comp professor’s brain dead. He wants solid proof that I really did this research for the class. He says that my characters ‘need substance.’ Whatever that means.”
“I think he’s telling you that you need to put—“
“I know what he meant. I don’t need any repetition of it, thank you very much.”
“…So how do you plan on facing him after he hears you calling him brain dead?”
“What? Oh. Yeah, he’s never going to find out. I’ll edit it later.”
“Okay.”
“Well, why don’t we get started? What’s your name?”
“Uh, Timothy.”
“Full name.”
“Timothy McGee.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty two.”
“Family?”
“Father, Admiral James McGee; Mother, Esther Alana McGee; and lovely little sister, Sarah Joan McGee.”
“Ugh. That middle name. I’ll edit that out later. …What’s your job and where do you work?”
“That, I don’t tell strangers.”
“But your work involves saving people’s lives?”
“Sometimes, I guess.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Of course.”
“What do you like about it?”
“A lot of things. I like it that I get to do what I do best at work. Computers and deciphering codes had always been something that I feel I’m good at. I’m glad I get to do it to help my team and help people. Oh, and I love the people I work with, too. It gives me something to look forward to.”
“Is there something you wish could have been different?”
“I wish I could have been better at other aspects. It gets a little lonely when everyone’s out, and I’m chained to the desk.”
“What helped you decide what career path you will take?”
“Just circumstances. My father’s a Navy Admiral, and my father’s father is, too. My grandmother used to be a research scientist, so the expectations are actually pretty high. I was expected to join the Navy or the Marines, the Army, but I don’t think that was ever for me. I wanted to do something else, but my parents didn’t fully support me. My mother was too afraid at first, before she came around, that she’d lose me. Dad had given up, because his dreams for me had been long lost. But my grandmother told me to go wherever my feet would take me. When I found it, she and my sister backed me up. So here I am.”
“Why do you do what you do?”
“Pardon?”
“I mean, why do you put your life on the line for others?”
“If I can do something good for others, and I choose not to do it, wouldn’t that make me as bad as other men that blatantly do bad things? I may not be the best at it, but at the end of the day, knowing that I tried helps makes me happy. I had a purpose.”
“Had you ever had to sacrifice anything else?”
“…Yeah.”
“What are they?”
“Friends. Close friends. My family, too, at times. And a family of my own that I could have had.”
“How does it make you feel?”
“Anxious. Curious. Because sometimes, when I try to see what might be there for me in the future, I don’t really see anything. It’s blank. And what fills it and what might never fill it scares me.”
“Thank you, Tim.”
“Sure.”
“…Hey. I forgot. I picked up your inhaler. Here!”
“Got it. Thanks.”
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“Alright. Hi.”
“Well, hello again, beautiful.”
“Tell me your full name.”
“I’m Anthony DiNozzo, but everybody calls me Tony.”
“How old are you?”
“Forty-two. But, contrary to teenagers’ beliefs, that’s still pretty young.”
“I believe you.”
“See? That’s why I like you.”
“I know. Now. Family members.”
“Only child of Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. and Bridgette DiNozzo. There’s some cousins and aunts and uncles, but I doubt you were asking for the family tree.”
“What’s your job, and where do you work?”
“I’m a very special agent working for the one and only NCIS.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Oh, definitely. Picture The A-Team crossed with The Hunt for Red October.”
“What do you like about it?”
“The work I do?”
“Yes.”
“What don’t I like about it? There’s action, mystery…a little bit of romance. You know we’re always around pretty women. …Well, most of the time.”
“What about the people you work with?”
“I like them, too, of course. There’s the Boss and the happy Goth. The Good Doctor, his Assistant. The Ninja Assassin Chick. Then there’s your brother. He’s a smart guy, but he’s clumsy. McGee’s funny. No offense.”
“None taken.”
“I don’t think the guy’s a joke. He’s like a brother, and sometimes he just needs a little push on a few things.”
“Is there something you wish could have been different at work?”
“Hmm, no. I don’t think I do, besides it being less dangerous.”
“What helped you decide what career path you will take?”
“Oh. Um…”
“Too personal?”
“No, no. Well, yeah, but… The football team was in Baltimore for a game, and I happened to be walking outside one night. I saw a house burning, and I could hear kids crying inside.”
“Oh, no…”
“I went in, and I found a boy in one of the rooms. He was crying, so I carried him. We were getting out of the house, then I heard a little girl. She was asking for help, and I would have helped her, I really would have. I wanted to, but the flames eaten up a good portion of the house, and if we didn’t get out, all three of us would have died. I made a decision, and it was one of the hardest I had to make.”
“That’s why you do what you do.”
“So at least the next time, I could do the job better suited. Not intentionally a pun.”
“What do you have to sacrifice for the job?”
“In order to give some, you have to lose some. It’s something that I know, but it’s never easy, especially when the time comes and it has to happen. I’ve lost really close friends. I wish they were still here. I had to sacrifice family, too. Dad disowned me for choosing this line of work, but that’s okay. It’s worth it.”
“How does that make you feel? Giving up what you had.”
“It’s never one feeling. One day I’m happy, one day I’m sad, one day I don’t feel anything. There are times when I get a little nervous. It’s like that one mini-play. The Lady or the Tiger? I never know what’s behind the door I’m opening. It could be something unexpected that I’d have to live with the rest of my life, or it could be the end of me.”
“That’s wonderful. Thank you very much, Tony.”
“For pretty girls like you? Always.”
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“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“Tell me your name.”
“I am Ziva David.”
“And how old are you? …If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.”
“Age is just a number to me. I am twenty-nine, Sarah. Turning thirty very soon.”
“Family members?”
“Eli David, father. Mara David, late mother. Ari Haswari and Tali David, late half-brother and younger sister.”
“What’s your job, and where do you work?”
“Junior Field Agent, just recently. I work for Naval Criminal Investigative Service.”
“Oh! Congratulations on the promotion!”
“Thank you, Sarah.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Yes.”
“What do you like about it, besides helping people?”
“I get to spend my day with the people I care about the most.”
“Uh, Ziva?”
“Yes.”
“Are you nervous?”
“No.”
“Hmm. Just relax. No one else will see this but me and my lit comp professor.”
“Alright. I will try.”
“Okay. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Alright. Is there something at work that you wish could have been different?”
“No. Where I am now is much better from where I first started. The situations we come in contact in are much easier to handle.”
“What helped you decide what career path you would take?”
“I didn’t get to decide; my father did. I started training for Mossad young. There was a dire need for officers, and my father thought it was a noble idea to put his children in the line of fire. Ari got the better trade—or is it deal?”
“You probably meant ‘deal.’”
“Yes. Deal. He got the better deal between all three of us. His mother took him out of the country as soon as my father mentioned Mossad. But my mother’s too afraid of my father to do the same thing for Tali and I. So, my little sister and I served the country before we even get to know how it is to be a young adult.”
“Why do you do what you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you in the business of helping people?”
“It’s all the life I’ve ever known. It is engraved within me.”
“What do you have to sacrifice for the job?”
“For this one? I do not feel like I give up anything. I have earned some things that I wouldn’t have had if I stayed in Israel.”
“Like…?”
“Real friends. Family that cares for me deeply, even if they show it in the strangest of ways.”
“And love, I suppose? A certain sandy-haired cutie?”
“That is irrelevant.”
“Your mouth says so, but your smile disagrees.”
“…”
“How do these things make you feel? All that you have now?”
“Glad. I have always thought that I will never get to see how it is to be twenty five. I was to die on or before that age. I’m happy I was wrong, because now I get to choose how my life could be like.”
“Do you dream of having a family one day?”
“Yes.”
“The whole ‘white picket fence’ package?”
“Yeah. All of those one day.”
“Thanks, Ziva.”
“Of course, Sarah. I wish you the best in your class.”
Rating: K+
Genre: Character Study, Family, Friendship
Character(s): Sarah McGee, Tim McGee, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David
Summary: To research for her finals, Sarah asks three members of the team why they do what they do.
Fic written by: 2xheroe
Graphics made by: cullenblaze
--------------------------------------------------------------
“What—Why do I have to sit over here?”
“Because that’s where the camera can see you best! Now stop whining. This only has enough batteries to record the interview.”
“Fine. Why didn’t you just write the answers down, anyways? It’s much efficient.”
“Because my lit comp professor’s brain dead. He wants solid proof that I really did this research for the class. He says that my characters ‘need substance.’ Whatever that means.”
“I think he’s telling you that you need to put—“
“I know what he meant. I don’t need any repetition of it, thank you very much.”
“…So how do you plan on facing him after he hears you calling him brain dead?”
“What? Oh. Yeah, he’s never going to find out. I’ll edit it later.”
“Okay.”
“Well, why don’t we get started? What’s your name?”
“Uh, Timothy.”
“Full name.”
“Timothy McGee.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty two.”
“Family?”
“Father, Admiral James McGee; Mother, Esther Alana McGee; and lovely little sister, Sarah Joan McGee.”
“Ugh. That middle name. I’ll edit that out later. …What’s your job and where do you work?”
“That, I don’t tell strangers.”
“But your work involves saving people’s lives?”
“Sometimes, I guess.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Of course.”
“What do you like about it?”
“A lot of things. I like it that I get to do what I do best at work. Computers and deciphering codes had always been something that I feel I’m good at. I’m glad I get to do it to help my team and help people. Oh, and I love the people I work with, too. It gives me something to look forward to.”
“Is there something you wish could have been different?”
“I wish I could have been better at other aspects. It gets a little lonely when everyone’s out, and I’m chained to the desk.”
“What helped you decide what career path you will take?”
“Just circumstances. My father’s a Navy Admiral, and my father’s father is, too. My grandmother used to be a research scientist, so the expectations are actually pretty high. I was expected to join the Navy or the Marines, the Army, but I don’t think that was ever for me. I wanted to do something else, but my parents didn’t fully support me. My mother was too afraid at first, before she came around, that she’d lose me. Dad had given up, because his dreams for me had been long lost. But my grandmother told me to go wherever my feet would take me. When I found it, she and my sister backed me up. So here I am.”
“Why do you do what you do?”
“Pardon?”
“I mean, why do you put your life on the line for others?”
“If I can do something good for others, and I choose not to do it, wouldn’t that make me as bad as other men that blatantly do bad things? I may not be the best at it, but at the end of the day, knowing that I tried helps makes me happy. I had a purpose.”
“Had you ever had to sacrifice anything else?”
“…Yeah.”
“What are they?”
“Friends. Close friends. My family, too, at times. And a family of my own that I could have had.”
“How does it make you feel?”
“Anxious. Curious. Because sometimes, when I try to see what might be there for me in the future, I don’t really see anything. It’s blank. And what fills it and what might never fill it scares me.”
“Thank you, Tim.”
“Sure.”
“…Hey. I forgot. I picked up your inhaler. Here!”
“Got it. Thanks.”
--------------------------------------------------------------
“Alright. Hi.”
“Well, hello again, beautiful.”
“Tell me your full name.”
“I’m Anthony DiNozzo, but everybody calls me Tony.”
“How old are you?”
“Forty-two. But, contrary to teenagers’ beliefs, that’s still pretty young.”
“I believe you.”
“See? That’s why I like you.”
“I know. Now. Family members.”
“Only child of Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. and Bridgette DiNozzo. There’s some cousins and aunts and uncles, but I doubt you were asking for the family tree.”
“What’s your job, and where do you work?”
“I’m a very special agent working for the one and only NCIS.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Oh, definitely. Picture The A-Team crossed with The Hunt for Red October.”
“What do you like about it?”
“The work I do?”
“Yes.”
“What don’t I like about it? There’s action, mystery…a little bit of romance. You know we’re always around pretty women. …Well, most of the time.”
“What about the people you work with?”
“I like them, too, of course. There’s the Boss and the happy Goth. The Good Doctor, his Assistant. The Ninja Assassin Chick. Then there’s your brother. He’s a smart guy, but he’s clumsy. McGee’s funny. No offense.”
“None taken.”
“I don’t think the guy’s a joke. He’s like a brother, and sometimes he just needs a little push on a few things.”
“Is there something you wish could have been different at work?”
“Hmm, no. I don’t think I do, besides it being less dangerous.”
“What helped you decide what career path you will take?”
“Oh. Um…”
“Too personal?”
“No, no. Well, yeah, but… The football team was in Baltimore for a game, and I happened to be walking outside one night. I saw a house burning, and I could hear kids crying inside.”
“Oh, no…”
“I went in, and I found a boy in one of the rooms. He was crying, so I carried him. We were getting out of the house, then I heard a little girl. She was asking for help, and I would have helped her, I really would have. I wanted to, but the flames eaten up a good portion of the house, and if we didn’t get out, all three of us would have died. I made a decision, and it was one of the hardest I had to make.”
“That’s why you do what you do.”
“So at least the next time, I could do the job better suited. Not intentionally a pun.”
“What do you have to sacrifice for the job?”
“In order to give some, you have to lose some. It’s something that I know, but it’s never easy, especially when the time comes and it has to happen. I’ve lost really close friends. I wish they were still here. I had to sacrifice family, too. Dad disowned me for choosing this line of work, but that’s okay. It’s worth it.”
“How does that make you feel? Giving up what you had.”
“It’s never one feeling. One day I’m happy, one day I’m sad, one day I don’t feel anything. There are times when I get a little nervous. It’s like that one mini-play. The Lady or the Tiger? I never know what’s behind the door I’m opening. It could be something unexpected that I’d have to live with the rest of my life, or it could be the end of me.”
“That’s wonderful. Thank you very much, Tony.”
“For pretty girls like you? Always.”
--------------------------------------------------------------
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“Tell me your name.”
“I am Ziva David.”
“And how old are you? …If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.”
“Age is just a number to me. I am twenty-nine, Sarah. Turning thirty very soon.”
“Family members?”
“Eli David, father. Mara David, late mother. Ari Haswari and Tali David, late half-brother and younger sister.”
“What’s your job, and where do you work?”
“Junior Field Agent, just recently. I work for Naval Criminal Investigative Service.”
“Oh! Congratulations on the promotion!”
“Thank you, Sarah.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Yes.”
“What do you like about it, besides helping people?”
“I get to spend my day with the people I care about the most.”
“Uh, Ziva?”
“Yes.”
“Are you nervous?”
“No.”
“Hmm. Just relax. No one else will see this but me and my lit comp professor.”
“Alright. I will try.”
“Okay. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Alright. Is there something at work that you wish could have been different?”
“No. Where I am now is much better from where I first started. The situations we come in contact in are much easier to handle.”
“What helped you decide what career path you would take?”
“I didn’t get to decide; my father did. I started training for Mossad young. There was a dire need for officers, and my father thought it was a noble idea to put his children in the line of fire. Ari got the better trade—or is it deal?”
“You probably meant ‘deal.’”
“Yes. Deal. He got the better deal between all three of us. His mother took him out of the country as soon as my father mentioned Mossad. But my mother’s too afraid of my father to do the same thing for Tali and I. So, my little sister and I served the country before we even get to know how it is to be a young adult.”
“Why do you do what you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you in the business of helping people?”
“It’s all the life I’ve ever known. It is engraved within me.”
“What do you have to sacrifice for the job?”
“For this one? I do not feel like I give up anything. I have earned some things that I wouldn’t have had if I stayed in Israel.”
“Like…?”
“Real friends. Family that cares for me deeply, even if they show it in the strangest of ways.”
“And love, I suppose? A certain sandy-haired cutie?”
“That is irrelevant.”
“Your mouth says so, but your smile disagrees.”
“…”
“How do these things make you feel? All that you have now?”
“Glad. I have always thought that I will never get to see how it is to be twenty five. I was to die on or before that age. I’m happy I was wrong, because now I get to choose how my life could be like.”
“Do you dream of having a family one day?”
“Yes.”
“The whole ‘white picket fence’ package?”
“Yeah. All of those one day.”
“Thanks, Ziva.”
“Of course, Sarah. I wish you the best in your class.”
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Date: 2012-09-09 12:49 am (UTC)The graphics are great. I love the pics of the team - they all look so pensive. They really fit with the story.
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Date: 2012-09-13 02:45 pm (UTC)And Verena did a great job, I agree! I was fan girling over her skills when I saw the previews! :D
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Date: 2012-09-13 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-09-09 04:02 am (UTC)The wallpapers are really awesome I think. It's very eye popping and they look so vulnerable and open.
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Date: 2012-09-13 02:46 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2012-09-13 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-10 02:19 am (UTC)Fantastic graphics! Beautiful job blending the photos - it's something I'm still trying to get the hang of, and it's a lot harder than it looks.
Kudos to both of you!
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Date: 2012-09-13 02:58 pm (UTC)