Emily: She woke up in her knee high purple bed. It was a tuesday morning. It was 6:30, light shining through her window. She had, yet again, another dream of her childhood. Why were her parents fighting? She heard a woman's and a man's voice, but she couldn't comfirm it was her parent's. Then, she heard her name being used. Was she in trouble? She focused on listening to it. She heard what she wish she didn't. Give me custody of Emily. The voice she has known for a long time since she was six, was telling the woman to give him custody. She has been going to her parent's bedroom whenever she had one. But she's sixteen now and she can deal with it herself. Besides, her parents told her it was just a dream. What were her parents hiding from her? When she was little, she made up this story about her parents being aliens and trying to fit in as humans. She always had the silliest imagination ever, her parents would say. Her mother knocked on the door, two soft knocks, her way of telling Emily it was her. "What, mom?" Emily yelled.

Mom: "Time for breakfast, Emily! Waffles are ready." Nell McGee, a loving mother to Emily and a happy wife, has been married to Timothy McGee for thirteen years. She comforted her, dried her tears, and gave her any need she needed. How could she be the woman in the dream?

Emily: She got dressed and opened the door. She walked down the long steep carpet stairway. She knew what would happen once she's down there. She went to the kitchen to find her dad sitting at the table. "Dad, can I ask you something?" She asked Tim McGee, eyeing his plate to avoid eye contact.

McGee: "Sure, Emily. What is it?" Tim McGee asked proudly, but he knew something was wrong by her voice. Was he working too much? Tim McGee was a navel officer at NCIS. He was also a computer geek when it came to fixing them. He got teased for it by his coworker, Tony Dinozzo. But that doesn't stop him.

Emily: "Was I adopted? My dreams just seem so real and it seems like I had another life before this." She asked him, wanting the truth.

Nell: She stopped what she was doing and looked at Tim, who looked back with concern written on his face. They never thought the day would come.

Emily: She looked, confused. "What? Did my parents die..?"

*School*

Cindy: "What's wrong?" Cindy Castronovo, Emily's friend, asked her, concerned. They had been friends since first grade. Cindy was two inches shorter than Emily. She had black, curly hair but sometimes straightened it. She had dark brown eyes. She was there for Emily for a long time.

Emily: She was in the girls' bathroom, putting her makeup on. "Well, my parents are hiding something from me. I don't even know if they are my real parents." She said, putting eyeliner on.

Cindy: "Maybe they are hiding a baby from you. If it's a girl, you'll have your own sister." She said, winking. She was also a pervert at times. (A/N: Hehe. Sorry Cindy. xP)

Emily: "Yeah right. Go be a pervert somewhere else." She giggled, almost getting the eyeliner on her cheek. "But seriously. Do you think the dreams are real? I mean, I feel like I've actually experienced them. I asked my dad if I was adopted and they both had this weird look on their faces."

Cindy: "Hey. Maybe you are part alien. That would be so cool! You could have powers!" She said, getting off subject. "Well, your stories you made up about them sounded so convincing." She giggled.

Emily: "When I asked them if my parents died, they changed the subject. They could have given me a no." She said, putting lipstick on. The only guy she wanted to impress was Jason Sean, a guy a grade older than her.

Cindy: "We can always go with the alien theory." She said, smiling.