A/N Hey everyone! This is my first story so please review with ways to improve.

I wrote this story because I wanted to. If you don't like then well, don't read it. Please don't post nasty reviews. Also please no swearing.

My beta reader is Midnight Glaze. She is my best friend and an awesome beta. I wouldn't have been able to write this story without knowing she could edit it for me. Thanks Midnght Glaze =)

I totaly own NCIS. That's why I live in a dinky house in one of the worst states ever.

You probably are tired of reading this so I'm going to stop here =) Hope you like my story!

Chapter 1: Second Chance?

I ducked just in time as a bullet hit the window next to me. I didn't dare look back-I knew they were after me. Leaping over a trashcan, I felt my pocket. It was still there. My silver locket- the only thing I had left. I looked back over my shoulder to see them gaining on me. I had to get out of there.

Another shot.

I ducked, the bullet skimming my shoulder as it tore my flesh. Pain shot through my whole body as I felt blood trickle down my arm in a thin stream. I hit the dead end-just a wall. It was slippery and wet but my only escape route. Pain almost kept me from climbing. I was almost up before they reached the wall. I grabbed the ledge but pain over came me. I slipped and fell down where they were waiting. My head hit the concrete with a thud. It was beginning to rain as they circled me. I knew it was over.

I didn't dare look up. A blanket wrapped my shoulders. Across the table a man sat. A file lay on the table. I knew what was coming. Every time I got caught. Another foster home. Another adoption. Another fake family. Another reason to hate life. Only this time I had no way to prepare myself for what was coming.

"So you're the famous unnamed girl."

I rolled my eyes. Why do they try to talk to me like this?

"You finally decided to visit our town. It's quite nice of you."

I swear, if I had a gun, that man would be dead by now.

"I've heard a lot about you."

Oh goody. He looked through the file. I knew he couldn't know too much. I made sure of that. But the file looked suspiciously big. Could they know? No that's crazy. No one could connect those dots.

He closed the file and folded his hands. I knew what was coming. This is my last chance. Yeah right. Only his next words surprised me.

"You've had many chances. Well not anymore. It's over now."

Two men walked in. Police. Holding handcuffs. My mind kicked into overdrive.

"Have fun in Juvie."

I stared at the ceiling. For once I wasn't thinking of getting out. Ok so I wasn't actually in Juvie. Just a holding center. I had been in one many times before. Small room, tiny bed, and if you were lucky, a window. I knew it wouldn't be long before they came.

Juvie. The word haunted my mind. I had come close before but always managed to get away in time. But now was different. I couldn't run. Maybe it was my shoulder or just my want for someone to love me. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. No one loved me anymore. If they did, then why am I still running?

I couldn't sleep. My mind kept saying that I needed to get out of there but it might as well have been speaking a foreign language because my body wouldn't listen. I always had a reason to run and now I had a better one than ever. I could barely make out the ceiling in the dark. My brain raced through all my memories. I couldn't remember my real parents or my family. All I knew was that I had been adopted by many people but I had been lied to so many times, I didn't what about my past was true.

I didn't remember falling asleep but I must have. I heard footsteps outside the door. They were coming for me. I still didn't feel like running. My head was spinning-mainly from the pain in my shoulder- as a man opened the door and stepped in. It wasn't an officer. It was just a normal man. He was writing something down. I figured he was going to talk to me so when he left without saying a word I was surprised. I heard him talking to someone outside the door. Normally I would have listened. But now I just didn't care. I rolled back over and bit my tongue to keep a tear from rolling down my cheek. Someone else came in and grabbed my shoulder. What now?

Once again I found myself at the table. I was surprised that I was still there but I did my best to hide it. Another man sat with him and the officer stood behind them. Normally I would know what was going to happen but this was different. I had no clue of what was coming. I had never seen the man before in my life but for some reason he seemed to be interested in me. He was looking through my file and writing more down on the paper. Once in a while he would show something to the other man. I leaned back in my chair hoping I looked more confident than I felt.

It was a while before anyone spoke. And the first one was the mystery man.

"So she doesn't have a name?"

The officer looked at me before answering.

"No. She's known around here as the 'un-named girl'"

"So un-named girl, I see you have quite a history in this town alone."

I looked between them. Can I get an explanation here? The officer seemed to read my mind. I swear that's a requirement for the job.

"This is Mr. Williams, the head of ATTC."

I tried not to look confused but it must not have worked. Mr. Williams put a paper down in front of me before explaining.

"ATTC, Advanced Talent Training Center. It's a place where kids with special abilities can get training and opportunities to use them. Also acts as a home for some kids."

I didn't bother reading the paper. Oh goody. Another orphanage. Fun, fun. But the way he said it, it made it sound different. I almost thought that it would be better than Juvie but I stopped myself before I could. What am I thinking? It's just a place filled with hopeless kids who think that somehow their life could be better going there. At least that's what I wanted to think. I wouldn't admit it but I actually wanted a place to call home. I looked up at Mr. Williams. Both he and the officer were staring at me like they expected me to say something. I just shrugged not knowing what to say. The officer got the message.

"We're giving you a choice. It's either that or Juvie."

Like I didn't know that. It would be easier to get away from the other place if I could ever make myself.

"You're lucky. We don't give most kids a choice."

I couldn't help but laugh to myself when he said I was lucky. Sure, I'm a kid living on the streets. That's totally lucky. But deep down inside I knew I wanted to go to the center. I just couldn't find a way to admit that. I shrugged again.

"Whatever."

A smile spread across the man's face. I could tell that was the answer he was waiting for.

Mr. Williams kept trying to talk to me on the way. I just kept shrugging and ignoring him. Where is this place anyway? We finally stopped in front of a large building. That's it? I guess I didn't really know what to expect. I followed him into the building to find kids from age 8 to 18 playing games, working on computers, and creating things.

"Welcome to ATTC."

A/N I know it's not a cliffhanger ending but there wouldn't be too many like this. If you're confused by anything just PM me. Oh and I'll try to post every other week on Fridays, maybe every week depending.