Hi everyone, this is the awaited sequel to my book Out To Get You, I would suggest you read that first. Hope this one is ok, I love writing about NCIS so I am writing it now, I am also writing a prequel to it called One Big Dysfunctional NCIS Family. I have only just started it but you might want to give it a go. Not sure about the name, might change it if I think of a better one just so you know
Anyway hope you like it
Chapter 1 – The Beginning
Deep in the heart of Tel Aviv, hidden from sight, a man was bent over his desk, frowning at some documents and photographs that covered the expensive rich mahogany desk, this case, it was difficult, difficult to solve, they needed more evidence to take down this cell, but they couldn't get it, they were to good to allow even his best agents get close enough to gather the evidence that they needed, he had lost so many people over this, he wanted them stopped but how, every member of the cell knew his best agents and he couldn't send rookies in, he needed someone that they didn't know about, someone who they would not expect, that would give him an edge. He sighed and looked around his room, trying to think of something.
His gaze fell on a photo on a cabinet and he walked over to pick it up, it showed his three children, all of which were dead to him, two were, his son, like him, strong and tough, living up to his name of which the meaning was 'lion'. His youngest daughter too, like her name she was his compassionate gentle one; a 'lamb', taken from him before she became the beautiful woman she was expected to be. He looked finally at his other daughter, still alive, but she might as well be dead for all he cared, she had betrayed him, she had gone to America and fallen in love with an American man, then to make it all worse, she had carried his child, she had ignored him when he had ordered her to kill the baby, she had then given birth to the child, a girl he had heard.
He had never met the child or spoken to his daughter since she had become a mother 13 years ago, but he had sent spies over to keep an eye on her from time to time, apparently the girl was like her mother, strong and fierce, and a fighter. He had heard about an incident last year where the girl and her family had been kidnapped by the son of the man who had killed his youngest daughter, they had escaped but all of them had nearly died in the progress, and the girl had saved all of their lives, fighting hard.
That made him stop and think, a smile crossed his face and he went over to some drawers in the corner of his room and yanked out a file, he opened it eagerly and read the report inside before picking up so photographs, they were surveillance photos taken not long after the incident, most of them were taken on the girl – his granddaughter's birthday and he looked at them carefully for the first time, he looked at his last remaining child, walking down a dock, he frowned, she looked happy, with her arm around her daughter, hand in hand with the man who had killed Michael Rivkin, joy in her eyes. He looked at the man, the man who had stolen his daughter from him, undone all her training of not to feel, he had taken her heart out of the box in which he had placed it, broken it free, in the box, she had been unable to feel, to regret or love, but once it was out, she had fallen in love with him, and then he had gotten her knocked up, from what he remembered of him when he had met him briefly, he was a cheeky agent, loved pulling pranks and movies, he had seen a connection between his daughter and this man, the way they were together, he had been watching them for a while via spies, he had seen that they had a friendship outside of their office and the young agent had visited his daughter regularly, their connection had been strong, he had hoped that after he had killed Michael Rivkin's killed that she would sever any connection she had with anyone at NCIS, but then she had been captured in Somalia, and of all people who could have rescued her it had had to have been him, Tony DiNozzo. And a few years later, he had fathered her child, his granddaughter, tainted their proud blood line with his foreign worthless blood, and his granddaughter, the only grandchild he had, was now to him a bastard child.
Then he studied his granddaughter, she looked like her mother, with dark hair, a tough yet slender build, and yet there were things that were not from his daughter, her eyes an almost strange gold with greenish tints, the eyes of her father, and the mouth also her fathers was turned in a smile as she leaned against her mother, he could see a scar on her slender neck, white against her slightly darkened skin. A permanent souvenir of the incident that had nearly cost her her life
He studied her for a while thinking hard, the smile on his face grew and grew, yes he now knew what his edge would be, the person they would not expect, he had always told his daughter that her child would never be safe from him, and now it was time to show her that, it was time to bring her daughter, Talia Kaitlyn to Tel Aviv, where she would see for herself what her mother had done and maybe even become her mother. She would become his, and pay for her mother leaving him, pay of that debt she owed him because of their blood relation, she would pay it back in blood, no matter what it took.
Hi, hope it was ok, I know it was short but I thought that would be a good place to end, don't think the updates will be very regular unless this is very big, I am afraid.
Hope you liked it, I was going to write more but I decided that it would be a good place to stop there. Let me know what you think please, as I always am I am open to any and all suggestions
Please review, the more reviews I get the faster I will update, promise
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Mysticgirl101