"Jefe"

Chapter Seven: Dead or Alive
15x1:House Divided

*Trigger Warning*

It had been two months since anyone heard from Gibbs, and Isana, Mcgee and the team were trying their best to let the D.O.D handle it. But the Ncis crew wasn't doing so well, especially without any sign they were alive. Isana knew the risk, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she stepped off that Helo. She wouldn't let Mcgee risk his family for this, she didn't have anyone at home besides her Mitjo and she knew that if she were to pass away anyone on her team would take good care of him.

What she did not anticipate was Nick Torres losing his ever loving mind, he couldn't sleep until he knew they were okay, at least she was okay. He couldn't imagine what was happening to her, the things that they did to women in that country was unforgiving. He just wanted his partner back safe and sound. With all her limbs attached and minimal trauma.

Only that just be a big stretch. She was beating to all hell, they would take her away from Gibbs every second they could or at least try, Gibbs would bargain, offer up himself, of course they didn't want anything from him, she had something very powerful and precious, something sacred that she was born with and possibly died with. And every second they got, they would be planning their escape.

Back with the crew there was a case happening. Bishop, and Palmer were standing on a street corner. In full NCIS gear, Clayton was getting the witness statement, Bishop had the camera in her hand as Palmer was gloving up. Mcgee was at home with Deliah. He needed time before returning back to work.

"So, what's this thing again?" Bishop was looking at phone booth.

" I don't know. But it does look vaguely familiar." Palmer says as he and bishop stare at the phone booth in awe.

"It's called a phone booth. And they were everywhere, before cell phones became ubiquitous. People used them any time they were away from home to make calls." Ducky explains kneeling down next to the body with his kit.

"Like animals." Palmer quipps as Ducky laughs. Clayton ducks under the crime scene tape after getting the craziest witness statement he had ever gotten in his life.

"What'd I miss?" Nick walks up in a nice fancy suit and tosses the tie he was wearing to Clayton.

" Hey! Nice suit. I didn't think you even owned a tie." Palmer quipps

"He doesn't." Clayton says at the same time.

"Mustard? Really? This is silk." Clayton was glaring at Nick.

"Sorry, man, I had a hot dog on the Hill. Who's this guy?" He nods to the dead guy on the ground.

" Well, no ID yet. How'd the hearing go?" Bishop asks.

It was Nick's turn to talk with the big shots on the Hill Mcgee already had his hearing a few days before. They needed to be separate so no one could say the same thing intentionally. " A lot of talking. They wanted to talk to Quinn; I told them she was on leave and she was taking care of her mom, but they didn't care. Anything from our contact in Paraguay?"

"No," Palmer shakes his head, not wanting to think about it further.

"All right, well, we will find them. We will. But right now, we've got a job to do, so." Bishop gets everyone back in check, she was the person left in charge until Gibbs returned.

" I've got a partial plate from a witness."

"Cursory examination suggests that this man was killed by multiple..."

" Duck?" Bishop asks

"Look." He nods down to the body where Palmer is holding strands of the victim's hair.

"Huh. It's just falling out."

"I've seen a lot of drive-bys in my time, but I've never seen a shooter shoot the hair of Somebody." Nick replies as everyone nods in agreement.

"Yeah, neither have I."

In paraguay Isana was sharing beans with Gibbs. It had been a few hours since they had dealt with her last, she felt like every part of her body was sore.

" Right, that's 31 for you, 31 for me, and there's one left over. You want to split it in half?"

" It's a bean."

"Cheers. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a real meal right now. Nice shower. Oh. And a smartphone.

Just for five minutes, a smartphone would be nice. Check the weather, take a few selfies." Isana was being a smart ass which was her way of coping. Gibbs knew it all too well.

She was battered, fresh bruises littered her face, she stopped fighting them after they beat her to pulp, she just lies there and lets it happen. She demanded that they never do it infront of Gibbs, it traumatized her way too much and if it traumatized her imagine what it would do to him she was basically his child. Her parents were always so close with him, thank god for the extreme measures she took to make sure she didn't have tiny children running around.

Gibbs grunts, a can clatters to the floor. "Oh, that's never gonna work. We need a knife."

"Oh. That's on the list of what I've recently renamed The World's Slowest Moving Escape Plan."

Gibbs was looking through the small bars on the door. " It just got harder.Lots of new faces. There's something going on." there's a loud bang on the door and it startles them. A man walks in with a baseball, Isana had named him Jose cause everyone else called him Jose so she just figured that was his name.

"Feliz Navidad.Good news. Christmas has come early for you two. Time to meet Santa." Jose smirks, patting the bat back and forth in his hand.

Jose leads them down a dirty hallway, their hands zip tied in front of them.

"Is Santa gonna let us sit on his lap?"Isana jokes as they walk down the hall.

" Not Santa. Jefe, the boss. He's been laying low since your attack. Now he's back. He wants to have a little chat." Jose bangs his bat on the wall behind Gibbs. "You killed a lot of people when you attacked our training compound. Cost him a lot of money. Now it's time to pay the piper. I can't wait to watch. Maybe he wants to keep you in there, huh?" He points to a room where there are people working with hazardous materials in hazmat suits. " Vamos. Andale."

//

Nick was leaning up against the desk that held one of the flatscreens, his eyes trained on Isana's desk, the sound of her laugh flashes through his brain and he feels himself shake, he tries not to think about her too much, but having Mitjo didn't help, he whined everyday for her and Nick could feel his pain, Mitjo loved his mom very much. It didn't take a genius to see how well taken care of he was.

"Our victim has been identified as Zachary Brooks, 35 years old with a history of drug muling." Clayton walks into the bullpen with Bishop and they spot Nick in a daze.

Clayton clears his throat pulling Nick from his trance.

"Sorry" Nick clears his throat. "Brooks has had several convictions over the last decade, specializing in overseas transports."

"And not in the Navy. Victim did call us." Cause of death?" Bishop asks

"Ducky confirms it was the three bullet holes. He also figured out why his hair was falling out."

"Bloke had radiation poisoning."

"From what?" she asks

" Um, radiation?"

" Abby is identifying the source as we speak." Nick replies in a monotone voice

"That's all you got?" Bishop looks between the two men. " Floor time."

"No. Please."

"Oh."

Clayton and Nick were whining like children at this point.

"That is an order."

"Okay." they all begin to sit on the floor.

"Why no arrests in the past year? Go." Bishop asks.

"I don't know, maybe the guy went clean."

" Got better at covering his tracks."

"Motive for his murder?" Bishop asks as Nick nods.

"I mean, timing is suspicious."

" Just as he was calling NCIS." Clayton says.

"Maybe someone was trying to shut him up. You know, we should be hitting this floor more often." Nick say as Bishop has an I told you so look on her face.

Abby enters the bullpen. "Well, don't get up now because you're gonna want to sit down when you hear this.Um, I was able to find the source of your victim's radiation poisoning. It's uranium. And it's not just any uranium." She hands them the results. "When you analyze the ratio between U-235 and U-238.

"It's the same ratio as the sample we have from the R. A.C. Brooks wasn't smuggling drugs, he was smuggling their uranium." Bishop pulls herself up off the ground.

"Which means he had contact with them."

" Maybe that's why Brooks was calling us. He has info on Gibbs and Ana." Torres stands up from off the floor as well.

"Where is Director Vance?"

" At the hearing."

"Well, we need to get in touch with him now." Bishop explains as Nick feels slight relief.

//

Jose shoves Isana into the room first, it's a dimly lit office. A man with a whote fedora is on the phone. Isana is of course eavesdropping. He tells someone who she is assuming is his wife to send my love to my girls. He hangs up the phone looking at them infront of him.

"What happened to their clothing? And her face?"

" We had a little fun with them while you were away." Jose smirks AND Santa shoots him he falls onto the floor and Isana and Gibbs look back at him before Santa cocks his gun again.

"Ah, gentleman," he nods to isana. "Lady, please, accept my humble apologies for your mistreatment. I absolutely did not authorize it. I can see why you chose this weapon.

Nice balance to it." He holds the gun out and about.

"We friends now?" Gibbs asks as Isana just looks around the room studying everything, she hadn't stopped being in combat mode since they took them.

" Well clearly my men are still upset. You killed so many of their comrades. But yes. Let's be friends. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones for a price." he eyes linger on Santa and the things on the table in front of him. He takes note. :Oh, my God. Where is my manners? You must be starving, huh?" He holds out the plate fof food for Isnana.

" No, not hungry."

Gibbs chuckles lightly. " What's the price?"

" Well you cost me a lot of money. Lucky for you, I imagine you know a lot of things, Agent Gibbs. So, I propose to recoup my loss by selling those things. You can help me willingly or I will just have to, uh shall we say, uh, persuade you." Gibbs and Isana stay silent. "Well, persuasion it is, then." Santa smirks.

//

Director Vance enters Ducky's office.

"Sitrep."

"Is the hearing over already?" Bishop asks as Palmer walks up behind Vance.

" No, I told them I had to take a recess for a personal matter."

"Aka he lied under oath." Palmer explains as everyone's eyes go wide

"No, I didn't. It is personal. This is the first lead we've had on the R.A.C. since Gibbs and Isana went missing. I have no intention of letting it go."

" You're assuming they're still alive?" Ducky replies as everyone sends him a look.

" They are alive." Vance snaps before straightening himself up. " Have you IDed the shooter yet?"

" Well, the plate number we got from the eyewitness is a dead end, but we were able to make some progress on the victim. Uh, DHS said he's made several recent trips to Paraguay." Bishop explains.

"Where he used his drug courier skills to smuggle uranium the old-fashioned way.Intestinal trauma suggests he repeatedly hid foreign objects in his rectal cavity."

"Aah, that's got to hurt." Palmer grimaces.

Ducky leads them over to the autopsy table where the body was lying. "In many ways. Continual exposure caused the radiation poisoning."

"This guy's just the courier. We need to find his boss. He knows how to contact the R. A. C." Vance explains.

"We're retracing Brooks's steps the night before the murder. Torres is running down the cell records. Reeves has credit cards."

"And then there's this." Ducky shows them a stamp on the victim's hand by using a black light.

'So, we think it's for some kind of nightclub, but we haven't been able to ID it yet."

"Oh, that's easy. That's Club Mouth on Dickens." Jimmy chuckles before noticing everyone's stares. "What? You guys, I have a life."

//

Isana was tied to a pipe on the ceiling while Santa and a guy dressed like an off duty mad scientist, stood over Gibbs who laid on a table."

"We don't have to do this, you know. I really do prefer to be nice at least until it's time to not be nice. So let's start with something easy. See what happens, hmm?" The scientist guy hands him a pitcher field with water. " When were you born? A simple question. When is your birthday? Huh? You look like a Leo. Am I right? Well, I guess it's time to not be nice."

They cover his face with a cloth. And pour the water over his face. Gibbs begins to squirm while choking. "Gibbs, hang in there. Gibbs, hang in there."

They remove the cloth from Gibbs face. "There you go. Take a moment. Maybe, uh, reevaluate your situation."

"Just stop, please stop." Isana speaks up as Gibbs catches his breath.

"Okay. Let's try again. When is your birthday?"

"Your first day on Earth, Happy birthday Happy birthday To you." Gibbs sings.

"Look, you-you have our passports. Okay? It's got his birthday in 'em." Isana didnt like this she was trying to think of anyway to get them out of this situation

" I want to hear it from him. After all, if he can't even tell me that, how is he ever gonna tell me the good stuff?" they begin waterboarding him again.

"Stop it! You're killing him! Stop! Stop! Stop!"Gibbs squirming stops squirming "Gibbs?" they lift the cloth from his face. "Gibbs, can you hear me? Leo, can you hear me? Gibbs."

"He is alive. Our guests usually survive this particular incentive."

" Usually." The mad scientist smirks.

"Untie her." Santa points to Isana.,

"I'm not telling you anything. Shit." she spits at them.

"I don't care. We have something special planned for you."

"Does it involve a breath minute cause you could use one." Isana mutters as the scientist hits her in the face.

//

Torres and Bishop made it to the club that Palmer told them about only to find some woman pouring gasoline all over the floor. Of course after chasing her down, they bring her back to the club where she acts like she wasn't doing anything wrong. Bishop was on the phone with Vance while Torres was talking with Jezebel.

"Look, I don't know what to tell you. I was cleaning the floor."

"With gasoline?" Nick quirks a brow.

" It is a solvent."

"Look, I'm gonna pretend I don't give a rat's ass what you were doing with the gas can." Nick sasses.

"Great. Then I'm free to leave."

"Yeah, after you post bail for attempted arson." Jezebel sighs." Right now, I need you to tell me if you've seen this guy around the club." Jezebel tenses up at the photo. "I take that as a yes."

"Yeah, I've seen him around. He was my boyfriend."

"Look " Nick pulls out a chair and sits down next to her. "We can help each other here.

Somebody killed your boyfriend for a reason. We know he was running drugs."

"That was a long time ago. Okay? He got clean." Jezebel says as Nick gives her a look.

"Didn't stay clean."

Jezebel shakes her head. "No. Zach started running drugs for my boss out of the club or so he thought. Some things weren't adding up and then he saw these hearings on the news and realized what he was really bringing back from those trips to Paraguay."

"Black market uranium." Nick says as Jezebel nods.

"When Zach realized what he was a part of, he told me that he was going to put an end to it."

"And that's why he called us. He called from a pay phone so we couldn't trace his call. Your boss must have suspected. Took Zach out."

"My boss runs everything out of this place. I was gonna burn it to the ground, put him out of business." Jezebel explains.

"You don't have to worry about your boss. He's gonna pay. I just have to figure out where he is first."

"But you already found him." She holds up the crime scene photos. "That's him. That's my boss." she points to the eye witness that Clayton had talked with.

//

They lead Isana to another room and shove her inside there. A guy with terrible hair and an even terrible beard is eating a burger. He is slapping the side of his computer and fiddling with the printer.

"Hey, finally. What took you so long? I hear you are the man." the guy laughs. "Woman to help me with my new printer." Santa leaves her with the mad scientist.

"That's not a new printer." Isana sasses.

"Well, new to me, smart-ass. Your guard overheard you in your cell talking clever about computers the other day. I assume you can troubleshoot a printer driver." She was smart and good with tech but not Mcgee level good.

"So you're not gonna torture me?"

" No, I am not. But I can't speak for everyone else." he says as Isana looks around.

"I'm still not gonna help you."

"You got something better to do?" He asks as Isana starts laughing.

" Yeah, I do. I have a life that I'd like to get back to. job, friends, a dog, my beautiful dog, i KNow what your thinking, oh its just a dog, that dog, has been through ever single terrible moment in my life and i know that I may not ever have kids or be able too ut that dog is my child and- and you want me to fucking help you with your printer, did you try I dont know unplugging it and plugging it back in. also I don't know how much longer I can go on eating chicken scraps and beans. The one thing I do know is I sure as hell am not helping you." Isana was strong, she knew her limits and she knew how to say no, it took her a while to learn how to tell people no.

The bad beard guy hands her the burger he had sitting on the plate next to him. She thinks for a moment before taking it. "Thanks."

"When is your birthday?" The mad scientist grabs ahold of her of arms gun aimed at her chest,

" Oh, please, just let him eat, huh?"

" You want to eat? Birthday."

"Go fish." Isana rolls her eyes

"Hey, just tell him what he wants to hear. You need to eat. Tell him. Your birthday."

"My birthday is October 15, 1993." she replies. The mad scientist shoves her and lets her eat and she breaks half sticking it in her pocket for Gibbs. She sees some guards shoving Gibbs by and before long she is brought back to the tiny cell she and Gibbs are being held in.

"Gibbs." she sees him whittling the same piece of wood he had been for months.

"What else did you tell 'em, Pacheleki?"

He had used her last name which mean she was in trouble. " Nothing. I installed a printer driver on their computer." Gibbs gives her a look "Really want to do this?"

"I don't know. You tell me" .

"I didn't just do this for me, you know. I got some food for you, too." she reaches into her pocket.
"Here. its a burger. Eat it. You're delirious, Gibbs I am, too. We need to eat. It was a printer driver, that's it-- it's meaningless."

"Really? That's it?"

"We need to start thinking about staying alive, okay? We need to make compromises."

" There are no compromises, Pacheleki. They're terrorists and murderers."

"Yes, I know who they are, but I can't sit in this place anymore okay? I can't afford the luxury of morality. Neither can you. Eat the Burger." he slaps the burger out of her hand onto the floor, and she does the same with his wood craving it breaks in half and he loses his mine they both start fighting causing a commotion.

"Thought you two were friends."

"Son of a bitch! It was just a printer driver!" Isana yells tackling Gibbs

" Come on! Put her in her own cell. Give her a bed. She's cooperating. Vamos." the mad scientist gets a few goons to take Isana to a different cell and she prays that everything will work out, they close the door on Gibbs cell and he lies there on the floor admiring the knife he got from one of the goons.

"It's good work, Izzie." he simply replies

It had been a few hours and Isana was biting at her nails when the door opened revealing the same man from before who gave her the burger.

" So, what do you want from me now?"

He unzips his bag. "I want you to eat." He tosses her an apple. "I thought about what you said about your dog and not being able to have babies. It's not right. And I thought perhaps you could use this as well." He pulls a necklace out of his pocket. " It's Nicholas. The patron saint of children. It was my daughter's. It's a gift to you."

"You had a family?"

" They were killed in an uprising years ago. That is how I fell into El jefe."

"And became a terrorist?" Isana asks.

" No, things were different back then. The R.A. C. actually stood for something."

"So, quit." she replies back.

"Oh, jefe's not someone you quit. And believe me, I tried. Once. He killed two of my cousins."

"Yeah, that guy's got issues."

"No, he's done far crueler to others. But men need to work. There's not many opportunities to drive an Uber down here. So we all do what we have to do. But I will say one thing.

If I were to ever find myself alone with him, it wouldn't be a good day for him."

The door opens and he yells at them. "It has not even been three minutes" in spanish. The pair turn and look at the door seeing Gibbs standing in the doorway he shoves a dead guy to the floor handing Isana a gun while brandishing a knife.

"Like I said, we all do what we have to do." Beard guy looks at the knife then Gibbs.

//

Isana and Gibbs were walking down a hallway and they checked the hall before walking up a set of stairs.

"What took you so long? You took forever." Isana turns the corner gun out and she doesn't see anyone coming.

"I didn't know where you were. Did you get the blueprints off the computer?"

" No. Couldn't. They were watching too closely."

"Did you get the alarm?"

She nods, smiling like a child. " Yes, I got the alarm. It's all set. 2100 hours. We move to the exit, waiting to make our escape."

" How's your nose?" He asks as she glares at him

" I-t hurts. Why'd you have to swing so hard?" She rubs her nose.

" Why'd you have to break my wood carving?" he asks as she rolls her eyes.

"Like you were gonna take that back with you." she kisses her teeth.

They find Jefe's room and he is watching tv he curses when he hears the door open and turns the smile on his face dropping when he sees who it is.

"Let's start with something easy. When's your birthday?"

//

They had rounded up the boss of the club with the help of Deliliah and Abby, Bishop and Abby were waiting for Torres and Clayotn to bring the club owner in.

"Hmm, it's almost more interesting without the volume."

"That's why people hate politics." Abby replies the elevator dings and they see Torres and Clayton. "Ah, but that is why people love you." Bishop points to Abby who smiles. "You found our club owner."

"Yeah, he was in the middle of a date." Nick replies as Clayton drags him into the bullpen.

"Interrogation." Bishop points Clayton in the direction.

"I spent three nights texting that chick. You couldn't have arrested me before I got carpal tunnel?"

" He had a burner phone on him." Nick walks over to Abby and Bishop. He hands the phone to Bishop.

"Hmm. Only one overseas number in it. Well, it shouldn't take long to trace it. Abby, since you're here." She hands the phone off to Abby.

"On it, boss. Bossette." She walks over to McGee's desk using his computer.

"He say anything in the car?"

" No. He knew his victim told us nothing. Thanks to Reeves blabbering in the crime scene.

Cool accent. Not too smart." Nick bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet..

"Houston, we have a problem."

"What's wrong?" Bishop asks.

"The international number that our guy's been calling has a blacklisted IMEI. I can't trace it." Abby shrugs before handing the phone back to Bishop.

"There's got to be a way to find out whose number that is."

"There is." Bishop goes to Dial the number placing it on speaker it rings once before someone picks up. "Uh, hello? Is anyone there?"

"Bishop?"

"Izzie?" Uh, are you okay?"

" Please tell me I'm not hallucinating right now."

"You're not, just tell us where you are, we're coming to get you." Bishop, Nick and Abby were all jumping towards the phone.

//

"Okay, what's your status? Is your position stable?"

" No. Negative. We need an exfil ASAP." Gibbs explains.

" Paraguay military can have a chopper airborne in an hour, but..."

Isana takes the phone from Gibbs. " No, we need it by 2100."

"What happens then?" Abby's voice is heard,

"Just Get the chopper."

"Do you have an evac site?"

" It's got to be the top deck."

"How are you gonna make it to the top of the ship without being seen? And exfil without getting shot at?" everyone was asking too many questions and Isana had been through enough hell for the past few months.

"I have been beaten, hogtied, punched, my head hurts, I'm pretty sure that I lost a tooth, and I'm 110 percent sure Gibbs broke nose. Get us the damn chopper." The line was silent, one being Isana never yelled at any of them before, well not to this existent. "We'll pull the coordinates from this sat phone." Isana hangs up.

"Well, looks like we just went from a snowball's chance in hell of getting out of here to a snowball's chance..."

" in Arizona."

" I'll take it." Isana Begins going through the Sat phone.

//

Nick and Eleanor were in MTAC, When Vance walks in.

"I need that location, Agent Bishop."

"We are working on it." Nick barks to the agent he just wanted Isana home in his arms and never to leave his sight again.

"Is the bird in the air yet?" Vance asks.

"Paraguayan military's standing by, awaiting coordinates.:

"All right, so what's the holdup, Gibbs?" Vance asks

" We don't know where we are." Gibbs was loading up on weapons.

"The GPS on Jefe's sat phone's disabled." Isana explains.

" Is there any way we can re-enable it?"

Isana thinks for a moment, "Bishop, can you force a firmware flash?"

" Uh, yes, but it'll take at least an hour to upload over satellite."

"We don't have it, Bishop." Gibbs mutters, placing the mag back into the gun.

" If only that guy had Tinder."

"Really? Because he clearly needs to meet someone special?" Isana sasses.

" N-No, so we can get your distance. Torres, that's it. Uh, the firmware will take too long, but we can easily push a small dating app onto the sat phone, which will then force a GPS update.

All right, uh, hobbies?" Bishop begins making a dating profile for Isana.

" Not dying." Vance shoots back quickly

"Sorry. Right."

"Bishop."

"Um, almost there. Need to narrow the search parameters down to Izzie's specific profile.

Okay. And then we auto-swipe until we get a match, there 4,451 miles away. They're 4,451 miles away from the Navy yard."

"Look for a deepwater river." Gibbs explains.

"I got 'em. They're in a side channel of the Paran River. We can have a chopper there in 20 minutes." The NCIS Paraguay Office liaison says.

"Do it. Gibbs, you think you can make it topside in that time?"

" We're really cutting it close, Leo"

" Cutting what close?"

" Let you know when we see you, Leon." and with that they hang up.

//

"You have just committed suicide. Do you really think you're gonna simply waltz past my men?" Jefe speaks up. As Gibbs cocks the gun and aims it at him. "Actually yeah."

They were now walking down the hall, a bag over Jefe's head, Gibbs was dressed like Jefe pulling the fedora over his eyes. He would smack Jefe in the head everytime they passed someone Isana was tied up by her hands standing in front of Jefe. they walk down a hallway bumping into a few goons in the hall and one of them tips off Gibbs hat, there's a full blown shoot out that happens and Isana and Gibbs are back to back shooting at people.

"Shoot them. Shoot them both!" Jefe says as an alarm starts going off the goons start running away. "Who set off the alarm?"

"You should've never let me near your computer." Isana replies.

"We got to move."

"Oh, you're gonna pay for this. I own half the government officials around here.

I'll be a free man by the end of the day and I will not forget you."

" Oh, you think you're gonna come with us?"

"That would be nice, but, you know, I think it's time to not be nice." Beard guy speaks up as Jefe'es eyes go wide when Gibbs hands him a knife. "I'll take it from here." He says closing the door.

They run like hell through the halls trying to make it to the topside. Once they reach the top they see the helicopter lights and for once everything will be okay. Gibbs vowed to not let Isana leave his side again, he wasnt stupid, he knew what they were doing to her but he knew that if the rolls were reserved he would do anything to protect her. He loved her. That night Isana left the meeting at Mcgees. She wanted to go home to her dog. To lay in her bed to smell her sheets.

"Mitjo likes to sleep in bed with me." Nick was standing there watching her as she looked at the sky from her back porch.

Isana brings the beer bottle to her lips. "Great, I am gonna need a bigger bed."

Nick Chuckles walking up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder she flinches a bit and he removes his hand. "I'm..." she says nothing just slams herself into him, trying her best to burry her entire body into his chest, she misse dhim, the witty banter and constant bickering, the nicknames, his stupid perfect grin, and how when he laughed his entire body rumbled. And his deep brown eyes that made her feel like she was swimming and the constant hating him....

Did she really hate him?

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