She never knew that he was still alive. After the horrific news she had seen on the News Station, she had felt her heart sink. Soon after, she slowly began to sink into an unreachable hole. Her mother was dead. No, worse. She was murdered, along with her younger sister. Being three states away in school, where there were no other family members to comfort her, the hole began to grow bigger. She believed he was dead as well. She was alone, there was no one there for her.

She was never really truthful to her family, but she never thought she would ever have to be alone. They were always there, waiting for her to return, and now.....

On the plane to her family's funeral, she stared blankly out the window, eyes threatening to drain down her cheeks. The land below was gray, dull, and seemed lifeless as the airplane flew calmly over the clouds. The same thought floated through her head as she grew closer to her childhood home. 'Why my family? Why my sister?

'Why not me as well?'

A single tear escapes, but she ignores it, allowing the droplet to slowly wind down her face. As the soft river continues, the plane screeches as it lands. This was it. She was going to bury her little sister and her mother, possibly her father as well. The loneliness she felt was like a deep pit in her heart. Rising from her seat, she wipes away the tear, and grabs her bags from the compartment above her seat. Waiting patiently as everyone walks past her seat, she walks into the aisle and heads toward the door. "Have a nice day." The flight attendant says as the girl nods with a fake smile plastered on and exits the plane.

This is it. Slowly, she walks towards the large airport in Washington D.C. As her vision blurs, she shakes her head, trying to reassure herself. "He could still be alive. They only said..... Mom and.....K-Kel-ly." Tears streaming down her face, she sprints to the nearest bathroom and slams into the open stall before bursting into tears. "She's dead! She's gone. I couldn't save her. I couldn't save them! They are gone!" She slowly slides down the wall of the stall, dropping her bags and crashing into a fit of rage and tears. I will find the man who killed you Kelly and mom. I will find him and he will wish..... He. Never. Messed.... with my family.

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Roses are laid across two coffins as people gather round, apologizing for their loss and offering food for the heart-broken father. As his grey hair plastered itself to the sides of his face in the pouring rain, and younger girl can be seen on the opposite sides of the two boxes, face down and two large, beautiful roses in her hand. As tears blurred her vision, she walks up to the smaller of the two, other hand clenched tightly around the handle of the umbrella, knuckles turning white from the grip. Gently, she lays one of the roses on the pile of flowers resting on the coffin, tears streaming down her face. "It was too early for you to go, KayKay. I promise I will find the man who took you and mom from me, and he...." She takes a deep breath. "He will pay for this." Looking up slightly, she makes her way to the other coffin. The man with the grey hair continues to stare at the coffins with a mix of expressions on his face.

As she makes it to the side of the larger box, she lays the last rose down and slightly kneels next to it. "I'm so sorry that I lied to you, Mom. You probably already knew, but I am going to law school." As tears welled up in her eyes, she continues, resting a hand on the black coffin. "I will find this man, and I will...." She chokes on her words and pats the coffin as more and more tears mix with the rain that soaked into her jacket. Standing, she looks at the grey haired man to see he was no longer surrounded and people were just walking around, talking about the deceased and their memories with them. Suddenly, the grey haired man looks up from the coffin and straight at the tear covered girl. As his eyes widen, hers do as well as he takes a step near her. A whisper barely is heard over the rain.

"Mariam?"

The young girl watches the man with wide eyes and shock as another, shorter man seemingly waddles over to the grey haired man with an extra umbrella. "Jethro, you need to cover yourself before you catch cold...... Jethro?" The new man follows his gaze and a small gasp is heard from him as they both stare in disbelief at the young woman before them.

Shaking her head, she turns and runs, releasing the umbrella in the process. Rapidly, the grey haired man rushes after her, rushing passed the two black boxes, shouting, "Mariam!"

Rushing through the cemetery, the young girl, named Mariam, leaps over tombstones and weaves through the taller ones as the man starts to catch up to her. "Mariam. Mariam wait!" He continues to shout, coming up close behind her. Frantically, she gazes behind her, shocked to see him so close. Turning ahead, she picks up her pace, making it to the gate way ahead of Jethro, the grey haired man. He starts to slow, remembering that the girl ahead of him was not very athletic.

Making it to the gate, the girl jumps, grabbing one of the bars and hauling herself over, splashing in the street on the opposite side of the large gate. As the rain continued to fall, the girl slowly looks behind her, to see the man speeding up. Tears falling down her face as he comes closer and she can hear his frantic shout over the pouring rain. Saddened, she turns around and runs the opposite way as the man continues to shout after the back of the young girl.

Making it to the gate, he grips the bars in a tight grasp, gasping for air as he watches the black dot disappear in the pouring down rain. Hand sliding down the bar, he feels the rain start to soften its downpour as another set of steps are heard walking up behind Jethro. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs, what was that all about?" The shorter man with the brown hair asks as he walks away from a golf cart. Still trying to catch his breath, Gibbs, grabs the bars with his other hand and takes a step forward. "The girl... the one we saw." The older man nods. "Yes, yes. The one you were just chasing. Go on." Slowly, Gibbs leans his head on the bars, staring down at his feet. Gazing up to his left at the other man, he replies.

"That was my daughter, Duckee. My older daughter, Mariam."

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*Mariam's P.O.V ~ 12 years later.*

Dang it! I curse, rushing out of the alley and launching myself over a taxi cab. Behind me are two sets of bad guys, all armed with knives. One was probably still dripping with my blood. I continue running, taking turns I had learned from my short stay here in Washington, D.C. I didn't like living this closer to where my father works, but it's where the money lead me.... Stupid spy career throwing me everywhere. I slightly slip as I turn a corner, and I feel a blade slice against my left arm, causing me to shout in surprise. I hadn't realized they had caught up that fast.

I turn in time to see one of the thugs try another slash at me. I swiftly duck down and use my momentum from my turn to sling my leg against his, causing him to lose balance and fall on his side. I keep the movement going and continue on my route. I had been busted due to... unforeseen guests.

NCIS Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo...

Apparently, my 'spy op' job from the FBI ended up leading to a murder of a Naval Officer, that then lead me to a bar where a few thugs tried to jump me after I narrowly escaped that man's preening gaze.

If he looked over me one more time, I was going to punch him.

A hiss flies past my ear, and I growl as a slight pain fills the side of my head. I flinch to the side and my hand flies up. I grasp my ear tightly, feeling the warmth start to coat my hand. He threw his knife! That son of a- My thoughts are cut off as a body slams into my back. I shout as I hit the pavement, and I feel a cool metal blade press against my throat. "Don't move, little lady, and you might survive tonight~." I growl as I feel the weight of his body press against mine, but I don't give in. "In... your dreams, egghead!" Moving my arms out from under me, I push to the side, throwing the man off balance and causing him to lose his grip on the knife. I take no time to get on my knees and kick at him, making him roll. The rest of his gang surrounds me, and I feel my heart sink. There isn't any way I'm getting out of this without a few major injuries....

Until I hear a shot ring out, and one of the thugs crumples to the ground with a scream of agony. His hands clutch his thigh, and I turn my head to see who everyone else was looking at.

I feel my heart stop and my eyes widen.

There, standing in the alley with the rage in his eyes only a father would know, is my own father. "Gibbs....." I slip out his name in a whisper, and one of the thugs drops his knife. "Yo man. It's that naval cop!" He says, and I blink rapidly, regaining my surroundings...

A moment too late.

An arm wraps around my neck and I feel another blade press against it slightly. I gasp, choking for air and struggling against my captor. "Drop the gun, LEO, and the girl lives." He says, his voice dripping with anger. I try to speak, but only sputter as his grip tightens. I choke again, gagging against the pressure. I couldn't breathe, and panic was starting to settle in. However, another gunshot sets me free, and I take a deep breath. I feel myself slightly fall, and I spot the knife next to me on the ground where I fell to my knees. I gaze up, spotting my dad now locked in a fist fight with a few of them. His gun was on the ground a few feet away, meaning someone was able to knock it out of his hand.

I growl, and wrap my hand around the knife. I stand and throw it at the man who was just about to land a solid blow on my father. It sinks deep into his skull, and he collapses from the kill shot. Another man tries to grab me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I retaliate my slamming my head back into his nose, and he quickly lets go. Spinning around, my heel connects with his jaw, and he falls backwards. I hear his head crack against the pavement, I know he won't be standing up much again for quite a while.

However a pained grunt echoes from my left, and I turn to spot the last gang member atop my father, somehow managing to pin him against the ground. My dad was holding his arm, a pained look on his face. I hear the man speak before he raises his hand, and the gleam of a knife catches my eye.

Oh.... HELL NO!

I find the gun once more and rush towards it. I reach down and grab it, raising it up and aiming at the guys head. No hesitation runs through me as I pull the trigger. The shot echoes in the empty alleyway just as rain starts to drizzle on the scene. The man slumps before falling to the right side, lifeless. I lower the gun, then drop it to the ground. I glance back over to my father, who was now sitting up, kneeling on one leg and his gaze locked on me. I meet his eyes with my own, and fight the urge to rush towards him. Even as he whispers my name, I shake my head and slowly turn around, before breaking into a full on sprint.

I couldn't....

Not now....

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Stepping out of the warm shower, I yank my blue towel off the rack and furiously began to dry myself off before wrapping my hair tightly in the towel. Murmuring to myself, I furiously stomp towards my room to get dressed, all windows closed (duh) and door locked. "Why did I run?" I ask myself over and over again as I open my dresser drawer, pull out and put on my undergarments. As I apply deodorant, I continue to think, then I walk over to my closet and yank it open. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a blue, v-neck t-shirt, I walk back over to my bed and plop down on it. "I could have just told him I have been going to law school..... And that I'm going to hunt down the rest of their killers."

I mentally slap myself as I slide on my boot-cut blue jeans. "No I couldn't have. He would have been furious and demanded I stay with him for protection, and banned me from anything to help me with my search." Carefully, I put on my shirt, trying to keep the deodorant off of it. "Still..." I hope he's okay. Once the shirt is on, I move towards the bathroom again, gazing in the mirror at my sliced ear. It was already scabbed over, and the scab was soft from the shower. It wouldn't need stitches, but it will hurt for a while if touched. I sigh and return to my bedroom.

Slumping down on my bed again, I continue to think of him. My dad. Leroy Jethro Gibbs. NCIS Special Agent. Most hot-headed and determined man out there. He will probably try to hunt the rest of their men down as well and get himself killed in the process. He can be very.....very..... I scratch my chin. What was that word? Stubborn, that's it.

Ever since I last saw him, the day we both took down the one that was sent to kill my mother and sister, I've been avoiding him. I took up the spy job for the FBI after law school to keep me moving so I wouldn't end up near him....

And here I am, in Washington D.C., less than ten miles from NCIS Headquarters.

"Ugh." Giving up, I lay back on my bed with my arms stretch out away from my sides. I can't go to him now, he'll be furious that I ran. He will want an explanation..... Of everything! I raise my hand towards my face and wipe a stray tear away as I picture his face in my mind, standing stunned in the alley when I ran. "He was so worried." Sighing, I slap myself again for running. "The last thing he needs is to know his daughter is here somewhere, and probably in danger." I say to myself as I sit up and fling my head down, sending the towel flying. Luckily, my reflexes are great and I catch it before it gets too far away. The movement makes my ear throb, and I hiss, slightly raising my hand to hold it carefully.

Quickly, I use the towel to dry my hair off the rest of the way. Standing, I open the top drawer of a large brown dresser and grab a pair of socks. Sliding them on, I grab my tennis shoes out from under the bed and put them on before heading to the bathroom to finish freshening up. Need to go shopping today. I think as I brush my teeth. As I spit out the toothpaste and begin to rinse out the sink, I hear a fist knock on my door. "Hello? NCIS. We need to ask you a question." A male voice shouts.

Crap. They couldn't have found me that fast, could they? Grabbing the hand towel next to the sink, I wipe my face off and shout, "Be right there!" Flipping my hair back, I quickly brush it to look semi-nice and turn off the light. Heading towards the door, I unlock the top lock, then the bottom lock before slightly opening the door. Peeking outside, I see two agents, male and female, standing outside my door. "Yes?" I say, not showing my full face.

"Sorry to bother you." They female says. She has brown hair and seems nice, but her gaze was already studying my every feature. "Have you seen this girl before?" The male asks, his brown hair slightly sticking up in the front with gel. Gazing at the picture, I suppress a gasp. Guess that's one way to do it, Dad. "No, sir. I haven't. I'm sorry." I say, trying to get them to leave faster. The woman is watching me closely. I think as I see her brown eyes squint as she gazes at the sliver of my face. "Well, can we come in, please?" The man asks, an edge in his voice. I lock gaze with him, and I see the recognition dawn instantly on his face. Crap. They know it's me. Think, Mariam, Think!

Quickly, I slam the door shut before he can put his foot in the way and I lock both locks before sprinting to my room and slamming the door shut. "Good thing I didn't completely finish unpacking." I mutter, grabbing a large backpack full of extra supplies and clothes. Heading towards my window, I hear gun fire and my front door getting kicked in. Yanking the window open, I kick out the screen as I hear a hand wiggle the doorknob to my room. I perch myself on the windowsill, getting slightly nauseated at the height I was at. Why did I choose the second floor of the apartments? Gazing out the window, I feel nerves creep in, telling me to find another way. Suddenly, I hear my bedroom door burst open. Turning, I see both agents run in, reaching out to stop me. Crap! Jump!

Eyes wide, I shove myself out the window. Colliding with the ground, I bend my knees and barrel roll to save myself from major injury. Running to my left, I race around the building barely missing another agent, shorter that the other male, as he rounds the corner. Carrying on, I feel a tug as he grabs a hold of my backpack. Instinctively, I turn with the pull and lift my right leg, kicking him solid in the face. As he hits the ground, I turn and run...... straight into a large fist. Slamming onto the ground, I roll as I see a shadow start to try to pin me. Slipping off my pack, I use my momentum to slam it into the side of the head of the woman agent before standing up and dodging the other guy's fist.

Standing straight up, I face the other male agent, with the spikey hair. "Wow. You are definitely Gibbs' daughter." He says, raising his fists in defence. I smirk, replying, "What gave me away?" Raising mine, I wait for his attack. He steps towards me, fist rushing towards my head, and I follow with a side-step and a fist to his face, breaking through his weaken barrier and colliding with his nose. Stumbling, he clutches his nose and I use this time and knee him in the gut, causing him to fall over.

Quickly, I rush over to my pack and grab it. Beginning to run again, I feel the ground rush up towards me as a hand grips my ankle tightly. Face Planting onto the ground, I try to flip over as a large weight crashes on my back. "Stop, Mariam.... We don't.. want to hurt you." I feel my arms being restrained behind my back. "I can't go with you...." I say to the woman as she grabs my hands tightly. "Not... yet!" Quickly, I roll onto my side, causing the agent to lose her balance and fall off. Swiftly, I stand and re-grab my bag, running speedily away from the three agents. Covered in dirt, I feel cool metal around my left wrist. As I run, I raise it up to see cuffs locked on around that hand. Great. Are you serious?!

Turning the corner around the other apartment buildings in this complex, I find myself heading straight towards a black car. I continue on as the car skids to a stop. Reaching the vehicle I jump and run over the car, before taking off again down the street. Turning right, I head towards the intersection of a small, yet busy, street as I hear tires screeching behind me and the roar of an engine grow closer. I pick up my pace. Coming up to the street, I sigh in relief as the light changes and the cars stop moving as I cross hurriedly. Gazing back, I see a black car with brown footprints on the hood come to a screeching halt as the light changes again and cars block their path.

Turning back towards the street ahead, I continue on, vision phasing in and out of focus from the punch I had received earlier. Coming back into focus, I turn left down a side street and head straight for a small, rusted gate at the end of the road.Beyond that, large trees formed a huge and dense forest. Great, I can lose them in there! Coming close to the red, rusted gate, I sling off my backpack and throw it over before jumping up and climbing over it. As I descend, I gasp as I am suddenly yanked backwards and crash into the rusted gate. Slightly shouting in shock, I open my eyes after I stop moving. Head throbbing from the collision, I gaze up to see that the open, free cuff locked itself firmly around the top bar. Groaning in pain from the impact, I stand and face the gate, worry starting to fill my body as the rumble of an engine starts to grow closer.

Panicking, I begin to hit the top bar near the cuff, slamming my fist into it as hard as I can, trying to ignore the pain. As the noise creeps closer, I lower my blood soaked fist and raise my right leg and slam against the rusted bar as hard as I could. Creaking is heard as the bar begins to give way as tires start to screech down the road. Hysteria takes over as I see the front of a black car with brown footprints start to emerge from the street ahead of me. Bringing my foot back once more, I slam into it, shrieking in shock as it gives way and my leg falls through, almost making me do the splits! Bring my leg off the gate, I quickly slide the cuff off the rusted bar, grab my pack, and continue running as the black car stops and three agents rush out in my direction. Racing away, I hear his familiar voice, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. Slightly turning back, I see his all too familiar face rushing towards the broken gate. Smiling, I wipe away a tear with my cuffed hand before turning back towards the large woods and taking off.

"Mariam! Wait!" I hear him shout, over and over again, each with more emotion than the last. I am almost at the woods when I hear a gun go off behind me. Shocked, I run faster as it fires again. Pain radiates through my body as the bullet crashes through my right shoulder. Screaming, I fall to the hard ground, clutching the bleeding wound. Tears streaming down my face, I hear his voice shout in fear and anger.. A smack echoes through the field as another, manlier, shout follows close behind.

Using this distraction, I slowly stand, gripping my shoulder tightly. As I finally get to my feet, I lift my head and continue on running, ignoring the pulsating pain coming from my shoulder. Making it into the trees, I rush towards the largest one and jump. Pain floods through my body as my left arm grabs onto the lowest branch. Quickly, I begin to pull myself up, screaming in pain as I accidentally hit my right shoulder. Finally on the branch, I gaze up to see another large branch real close and hidden in the leaves. Taking a deep breath, I reach out and haul my body up onto the branch. Once my whole body is up and safe in the branches, I lean against the cool trunk of the large oak tree, breathing heavily as blood pours down my arm from the shoulder wound.

Tears stream down my face. Why did he fire? I didn't have a gun! Idiot! Who even was that? That.... That...! Taking a deep breath, I try to hold still a breath quietly as leave crunch under the weight of people running frantically through the woods. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The noise echoes through the still forest. "Mariam! You're hurt! Come with me so we can help you! Please, honey!"

Gibbs. I'm sorry. I think as I continue to stay quiet. Gazing down, I see his silver hair shine from the few rays of sun that make it through the thick leaves. Suddenly, I watch as some of my blood drips down. Startled, I hold my breath as I watch it slowly glide through the air, straight at my father. Please, please don't hit him! He moves and the drop grazes the back of his shirt, but not hard enough for him to feel as he continues on. Releasing the breath, I sigh in relief. Eyes fluttering, I try to stay awake, but to no prevail as my eyes slowly close and warm darkness overcomes me.

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A bird singing next to my head awakens me from my deep sleep. My whole body felt completely dead. My shoulder was numb from the pain and blood soaked my shirt and the bark below me. Eyes barely open, I take a deep breath, flinching in pain as everything throbs in protest at the movement. Gazing around, I see the sun flicking through the branches from the east. Morning. I sigh and gently lift myself from the trunk, face scrunching up in pain. Slowly, I slide towards the side of the branch to try to easily slide down the tree. Creaking echoes through the quiet forest, causing me to freeze. Suddenly, the branch gives way. Screaming, I feel my body seemingly float through the air. Then, nothing. Darkness again as I slam full force into the rock hard ground.

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"Don't move.. You are okay now." A soft, male voice says. Why would I want to? I think as I start to open my eyes. Blurry vision causes me to only see colors; a tan blotch with black rimming the top and some of the bottom with a sliver of thin black making an arch near the center of the bottom part. Clearing up, I see that the blotch was a man's face with a bristle beard. His voice had an accent to it, like he was Israeli. Of course, I start to sit up, forgetting his words just a few seconds ago. "Whoa. Hold on there. I said don't move. You are in very bad shape." He says as he lays a gentle hand on my chest to keep me down. Shoulder throbbing, I obey and lay back down.

Resting my body, I feel a warm hand lay gently on my wounded right shoulder. I hiss in pain. "You were beat up pretty badly when I found you in the woods." The man said, a look of concern on his face. His face brightens slightly. "Oh, I also got these off of your wrist for you." Raising his hand, I chuckle at the sight of the silver handcuffs. "Thanks." I croak, wincing in pain as my whole body radiates with pain. "She speaks!" He playfully exclaims. I let out a slight laugh. Why does my whole body feel like an elephant sat on me? I think as more and more pain washes through my body like a wave. "Why were you in a tree?" The man asks. Oh. That's right. I smirk. "I was hiding from....." My father. "The person who shot me."

The man nods, and gazes at the handcuffs. "I assume he is also the one who put these on you?" I sigh at that, and hold back another hiss of pain. "Yes and no.... It's a long story..." The man looks at me, and only then do I realize he is not from around here. His accent is odd, and it seems like he realizes I have noticed. He slightly smirks, and I can't help but give a soft smile. "Isralei?" I ask, and he nods. "Ah, I see you know your ethnicities. College?" He replies, and I snicker. "Yes. Ironically, law school." This makes him let out a slight laugh. "And yet you ran into trouble with the law." I sigh and shake my head. "Like I said.... Long story." I gaze at him, tilting my head. "But, I can't tell you.... Ya know, since I don't even know your name and all."

The man nods, removing something from his pocket. It looked like a multi-tool of some sort. "Understandable. My name is Ari. Ari Haswari. You may tell me more of you while tend to your wounds?" He slightly kneels down, closer to my shoulder, and I finally have a look around the place. It was a small apartment, with a few things here and there you would see in a single man's house from the couch. He had a small television across the room, and a coffee table behind him. He didn't seem like a bad guy, so I decide I can let a little spill.

"My name is Mariam, Mariam Rochel." I mentally sigh as he simply nods his head and keeps working. He has removed the blood soaked wrap and was now applying some sort of cream that was numbing my shoulder. "Mariam.... Almost sounds Isralei as well, but I know better." He looks up, and I lock eyes with him. "I am redoing some stitching on the wound. The cream should have taken most of the pain away, but please try not to move." I nod my head and turn my gaze away, inspecting what I can from the couch. He doesn't have any pictures of family up, meaning he must not be close to them. I can see part of the dining room, and the table is made nice and neatly. So, he's orderly. Doesn't let things fall too far from his grasp. One step ahead kind of guy most likely.

I feel a slight pain in my shoulder and I hiss. My body tenses, but I try my best not to move. Ari shifts, and I keep my gaze away. This earns a chuckle somehow. "Not used to the sight of blood?" He asks, his tone slightly playful. I huff. "I'm a woman, of course I am. Doesn't mean I like it." He lets out a laugh, and shakes his head. "You got me there, Mariam." I close my eyes as the needle pierces my skin again, barely causing any pain this time. Finally, I turn my gaze back towards Ari, slightly cautious and curious.

"Why are you helping me, Ari?"

The man looks up at me, his face a mix of emotions, so I elaborate. "I mean, I don't know you, you surely don't know me. You found me in the woods with a gunshot in my shoulder and handcuffs on my wrist. Most logical people would have turned me into the authorities and not look back." His eyes seem to hold understanding as he turns back to his work. "So, why'd you bring me to your home instead?" He looks deep in thought for a moment before a soft smile breaks on his face. "I guess finding a someone alone in the woods bleeding to death triggers my medical background." His eyes flick up to mine for a moment. "And your beauty kind of adds to it as well, if that doesn't sound too creep like."

I hold back a snort of amusement. "Yeah, right." I turn away, staring up at the ceiling. "In any case, thank you. I kind of... didn't want to end up in a hospital." I don't look, but I feel Ari's gaze on my head again. "Not a fan?" I scoff. "Absolutely not. Never have been, and I don't think I ever will be." He gives a nod of understanding, then the silence resumes. I begin the ponder what will happen next, especially if he finds out I lied to him about my name. Sure, my first name is Mariam, but Rochel is my 'I-don't-want-to-completely-lie-but-I-know-the-significance-of-my-last-name' fallback. My father has worked for NCIS for many years and has accumulated many enemies.

And we have lost dear ones to them.

My eyes suddenly water, and I lift my good arm to attempt to wipe them away without Ari noticing. However, I am unsuccessful. "Did the cream wear off?" He asks, worried. I shake my head, turning to look at him. "N-No... just... I have lost family, and I was thinking about them." He nods his head once more as he finishes the last stitch. "I understand. I may not look like it, but I have a family I do care about, but I have lost most of them." I nod my head to show him I heard him as he begins wrapping my shoulder. "Can you sit up?" He asks, and I slightly nod, despite the pain my ribs caused once I try to move. I barely hold myself up long enough for him to finish the wrap before I feel my body try to collapse on me. I push out with my free arm, attempting to keep me up a little longer.

"Finished now. Let's lay you back down." His gentle hands guide me back down into a comfortable position, and I sigh. I feel the pain starting to kick in again, but fatigue was wearing me down faster. I feel my eyes fluttering shut as Ari's gentle hand pats my own. "Get some rest. You need to regain your strength in order to heal faster." I barely nod before allowing the darkness to consume me.

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Hey guys! This is the NCIS story I told you about. I also will be working my two Transformers stories, a few more pieces of art as well as finishing my Minecraft fight scene! Decided to go with her fighting a rouge enderdragon. Might make a story about that too idk yet. 

too much creativity in my brain. gotta let it out!!!

anyways, have a great night! see y'all later!

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