005. Journal // Ron Sacks // NCIS
Title: Block
Prompt/Number: Journal / 005
Rating: PG (swearing)
Character/Fandom: Ron Sacks // NCIS
Word Count: 372
Dear Journal-
Ron frowned down at his laptop screen. He was finding it hard to believe that he’d just written those words, let alone even thought about putting them up on the internet for everyone to see.
Well hi.
It was a start. A shitty start, but a start nonetheless.
“This is such bullshit,” He muttered under his breath, even though the office was deserted. He glanced over to Fornell’s empty desk, and then to each of the other empty desks. It just wasn’t fair. He got into one little argument with DiNozzo at a crime scene, and he was stuck on desk duty until he completed the Inter-Agency Weekly Team Communication program.
Cursing everyone even remotely involved in the psychology field, he hit ctrl+A and backspace, staring at the blank page again. What the Hell was he going to write about? He was supposed to ‘just jot down’ something for this online journal crap at least three times a week, not to mention ‘discuss and comment’ on the other IAWTC-ers entries.
He was just thinking about smashing his face into the keyboard and posting that, when a messenger window popped up.
TDinozzo: Working on IAWTC?
RSacks: Yes. By the way, I hate you.
TDinozzo: I have to do it too.
RSacks: Think they’d notice if we turned in the same thing?
TDinozzo: This isn’t middle school Slacks.
TDinozzo: So probably.
RSacks: Damn.
RSacks: This wouldn’t be a problem if you knew jurisdiction.
TDinozzo: It also wouldn’t be a problem if your head weren’t so far up your ass you fart when you blow your nose.
RSacks: It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t a mental three year old.
TDinozzo: This is bullshit, and you know it.
RSacks: I said the exact same thing.
RSacks: Know what would make this easier?
TDinozzo: Beer.
RSacks: I was thinking food. But beer would probably work too.
TDinozzo: Know who makes the best pizza?
RSacks: Leave me alone man, I’m almost done.
TDinozzo: Hah.
TDinozzo: Liar.
He typed out half a response to the accusation, before closing the messenger window. He stared at the IAWTC Journal page yet again.
“Such bullshit,” Ron muttered, quickly typing in a short description of himself and pushing ‘Post’.
Prompt/Number: Journal / 005
Rating: PG (swearing)
Character/Fandom: Ron Sacks // NCIS
Word Count: 372
Dear Journal-
Ron frowned down at his laptop screen. He was finding it hard to believe that he’d just written those words, let alone even thought about putting them up on the internet for everyone to see.
Well hi.
It was a start. A shitty start, but a start nonetheless.
“This is such bullshit,” He muttered under his breath, even though the office was deserted. He glanced over to Fornell’s empty desk, and then to each of the other empty desks. It just wasn’t fair. He got into one little argument with DiNozzo at a crime scene, and he was stuck on desk duty until he completed the Inter-Agency Weekly Team Communication program.
Cursing everyone even remotely involved in the psychology field, he hit ctrl+A and backspace, staring at the blank page again. What the Hell was he going to write about? He was supposed to ‘just jot down’ something for this online journal crap at least three times a week, not to mention ‘discuss and comment’ on the other IAWTC-ers entries.
He was just thinking about smashing his face into the keyboard and posting that, when a messenger window popped up.
TDinozzo: Working on IAWTC?
RSacks: Yes. By the way, I hate you.
TDinozzo: I have to do it too.
RSacks: Think they’d notice if we turned in the same thing?
TDinozzo: This isn’t middle school Slacks.
TDinozzo: So probably.
RSacks: Damn.
RSacks: This wouldn’t be a problem if you knew jurisdiction.
TDinozzo: It also wouldn’t be a problem if your head weren’t so far up your ass you fart when you blow your nose.
RSacks: It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t a mental three year old.
TDinozzo: This is bullshit, and you know it.
RSacks: I said the exact same thing.
RSacks: Know what would make this easier?
TDinozzo: Beer.
RSacks: I was thinking food. But beer would probably work too.
TDinozzo: Know who makes the best pizza?
RSacks: Leave me alone man, I’m almost done.
TDinozzo: Hah.
TDinozzo: Liar.
He typed out half a response to the accusation, before closing the messenger window. He stared at the IAWTC Journal page yet again.
“Such bullshit,” Ron muttered, quickly typing in a short description of himself and pushing ‘Post’.