I walked fast. I had know clue where the hell I was going, but anywhere away from him.
Ahead of me was an old coffee shop, next to it was a comic book shop. I stopped in my tracks then saw another building. This was was much larger.
In front of it was a sign in big letters saying NCIS.
Below it, it said in really tiny letters: Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
My heart skipped a beat. I need to get to the police station, not NCIS! If I go there then, he'll find out who I am. Then...on second thought, maybe he'll like me. Maybe things will be okay.
I started fast walking to the NCIS building.
A bunch of thoughts were going through my head.
No, I can't go to NCIS. They'll find me. The man will kill me! She will kill me! They all will!
They'll find me. I can't.
I started walking on the side walk, past NCIS.
Without looking, I ran into a skinny man. I fell down on the side walk, half-unconsious.
I was so tired. The sun shinned in my eyes, giving me a headache.
I hit my head on the side walk. The pain was too much.
The skinny man kneeled down besides me.
I stood up, slowly and painfully.
His arms were on my arms near my shoulder. I cried. "PLEASE! Stop! Please, they'll kill me!" I cried.
"Who will?" The man said.
I looked at him.
My heart skipped a beat again, I started shaking and sweating.
I knew him. But, he didn't know me. And he should know me, but won't. Yet.
He can't know me yet. Not right now, or he can get killed.
But, why not? He's a special agent, he can take care of himself, right?
No, I can't risk that.
I continued crying into his shoulder.
"Shh" He said.
Then, we were walking.
I opened my eyes. We were walking into NCIS!
My chest hurt. My head hurt. My whole fucking body hurt! I wanted to run, but I couldn't. I was just in so much pain.
I was wearing a bright blue tank top, with a mini jean skirt, and no shoes. My hair is blonde and curled, but messed up. Plus, my whole body...was bloody.
I had blood, my blood and theirs, on me, mixed with dirt, mud and dryed leaves.
We then were in an elevator. Going up.
Finally, I heard the elevator ding and we stepped out. I was nearly leaing on him, crying the whole time.
Okay, usually I am not emotional. But, a lot has happened.
"McGee?" A older man said. He had gray hair, but didn't actually look that old. Quite hot for an old man, actually.
Then, there was another man. Also older than the man I was leaning on, but not by much. He was a brunette, and had a large grin on his face.
There was also this woman.
She was pretty, brunette, and her hair was down. She spoke with an isralic accent.
"Who is this, McGee?" She said.
"Found her in front of NCIS." McGee whispered to the woman.
The older man kneeled, not by much 'cause I wasn't that small. I am a 14 year old girl. 5'4
"What's your name?" He spoke softly.
I tried to breathe correctly. But, it was hard for some reason. "K-Kirsten" I studdered.
"DiNozzo, get Kirsten here a chair, will ya?" He said.
The younger-than-the-man-talking-to-me but older than McGee - DiNozzo, rolled his chair to me, and I sat down.
"My name is Gibbs" The older man said.
Gibbs? Where have a heard of that name?
My eyes widen. Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, yes?" I said.
The team's eyes widened.
"A-and..Tony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee, Ziva David, Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, Abby Sciuto, and Director Leon Vance?" I said.
"How did you know that?" McGee said.
I looked down.
"c-'cause...my...my name is Kirsten...Kirsten McGee." I said breathlessly.
McGee's eyes widened. More.
"What?" DiNozzo said.