Warning. This story deals with rape of a teenager and the aftereffects. Proceed with caution.

Now that that's out of the way, I will tell you that I didn't put a ton of detail into the rape itself, so you shouldn't worry about that. I hope you enjoy this story.

Sam DiNozzo pulled her hair up in a ponytail and checked her reflection in the mirror one more time. Dark blue relaxed fit jeans, blue-gray fitted t-shirt, blue and gray Chuck's, and a blue, black, and gray flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows gave her the look of a tomboy, but still showed that she was a girl. Perfect.

She grabbed her backpack off the floor and went out to the kitchen where her dad, Tony DiNozzo, was cooking eggs and turkey bacon for breakfast. "Morning, dad," she said. "Morning Sam. Sleep well?" "Like a log," she responded, "How much longer 'til breakfast? I'm starving!" "Just finishing now." As he finished saying that, the toaster popped and four pieces of toast slid up.

Tony turned off the stove, picked up the two pans, split the eggs between two plates, and put two pieces of bacon on each plate. He set the pans in the sink, then grabbed the toast, splitting it evenly too. He spun around and set the plates on the counter. Sam put her backpack under the counter, out of the way, and took the plates to the table. Tony grabbed the orange juice and jelly from the fridge, tossing the jelly towards Sam, who caught it without looking. Tony poured them each a glass of orange juice and put the jug away while Sam took the cups to the table. Tony poured them each a cup of coffee, his with a lot of sugar and hers black. He picked up the mugs and put them on the table while Sam grabbed two forks and a spoon from the drawer.

They both sat down at the table and picked up their coffee cups. They each took a sip, frowned, and traded cups. They often got the wrong cups at first since they both looked the same, so this was routine too. They set down the coffee cups, held hands, bowed their heads, and Tony spoke, saying, "Dear Lord, thank you for this food. Please let it be nourishing to our bodies today. Protect us both as we go throughout the day and keep us safe. Amen." "Amen," Sam echoed.

They released their hands and dug in to their food. "So," Tony said between bites, "What do you have today?" Sam swallowed, then said, "Well, I have tests in Chemistry, Calculus, Spanish, and Psychology. I'm ready for them. After school, I have play practice. That will go until five. After that, I'm done. Do you know when you will be home?" "Nope. You know how it is. I may be home by five, or I may not be home until tomorrow evening or the next night. You never know what maniac may crack and kill someone. I'll text you during lunch today to tell you if we have a case." She nodded and quickly finished her food.

She looked at her watch. It was 7:30. They would both need to hurry and brush their teeth before they left. She swallowed the last of her toast and coffee, then jumped up and grabbed her dishes. She took them to the sink, rinced them, and stacked them on top of the dishwasher. She would load it after dinner that night. She ran off to brush her teeth. She did so quickly, then came back to see Tony coming out of his bedroom too, having just finished brushing his teeth. They went into the kitchen, and Sam took her insulin shot. She grabbed her shot for lunch and put it in her backpack, picked up her backpack, and put it on. They both grabbed a set of keys off the counter, looked at them, then traded for the correct keys with a chuckle.

They walked down together, went to the parking lot, and hugged before getting in their cars. Just before they closed their doors, Tony said, "I love you. I'll talk to you sometime today." "Love you too, dad. Go catch come bad guys." They both smiled, closed their doors, and drove off in separate directions.

Sam got to school with ten minutes to spare. She got her books for class and went about her day. Her Chemistry and Calculus tests were before lunch. She knew all the answers on both of her tests. She felt like she had aced them. She went to lunch and joined the drama group at her normal table.

Halfway through lunch, her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and saw that it was her dad. She opened the text and read, "Double homicide by the Potomac. 16 year old daughter of a Marine gunny and 18 year old Navy Seaman. Matches a previous kidnap, torture, murder last week. Don't know when or if I'll be home. Love you. Keep your knife handy. The 16 year old looked similar to you. Watch your back."

She shivered lightly. The idea that the victim was her age and looked similar to her scared her. She shook it off and finished lunch. She made sure to take her shot so she wouldn't have a spike.

Her Spanish and Psychology tests were after lunch and she knew every answer on them as well. After school ended, she went to "Beauty and the Beast" practice. She was Belle. Opening night was in two weeks. She couldn't wait.

Play practice ended at 5 and she grabbed her homework and left. She drove home, went inside, ordered takeout from an Italian restaurant, and waited for it to get there. She worked on homework while sh waited. The food finally came and she paid the delivery man. She ate and got back to work on her homework. Around 10 o'clock, her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and smiled when she saw that it was her dad.

She answered it, saying "Hi dad. What's up?" "Hi sweetheart. This case is not catching a break. I'm not going home tonight. I hope to see you for worship tomorrow." "Okay, dad. No problem. Love you. I'll see you sometime this weekend." "Love you too, Sam." "Bye, dad." "Bye." Sam hung up and got back to work.

Around 11, the land line rang. Sam frowned. That phone barely rang. She went over and answered it. "Hello?" she said. A deep voice said, "Is Anthony DiNozzo there?" "No he's not. Can I take a message?" "No, that's okay. Do you know when he'll be back?" "I'm not sure." "Well, I'll just call back later." The man hung up. Sam looked at the phone, shook her head, and hung up.

She went back to finish her homework. She had just finished it twenty minutes later, when there was a knock at the door. She frowned. She went to the door and peaked through the peep hole. A man stood in the hallway. Without opening the door, she called out, saying, "May I help you, sir?" "My car broke down outside. Your apartment was the only one with the lights on. Can I use your phone?"

Sam wrapped her hand around the knife in her pocket, then unlocked the door and opened it. The man walked in and said, "Please point me to the phone." Sam pointed to the table and the man moved further in. He suddenly stopped and kicked the door shut behind him. He lunged for Sam and grabbed her throat.

She gasped and pulled the knife out of her pocket. She flipped it open and tried to fight him off, but he saw her movement and knocked the knife out of her hand. He spun and pushed her against the door, using his free hand to bolt the door. He pulled her away from the door and forced her over to the couch, pushing her down on it.

He grabbed the edge of her flannel shirt and forced it back and off her. He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and forced it up over her head, then unfastened her bra and yanked it off her, tossing it to the floor with her shirts. She was now bare and exposed to him from the waist up.

He unbuckled her black leather belt and jerked it out of the belt-loops. He wrapped it around her neck, her struggling the entire time. He tightened the belt and she gasped, trying to breath. She grabbed at the strap around her throat, trying desperately to get her fingers under it. He pulled tighter and her eyes widened. She was getting lightheaded. She felt the man's free hand groping her and felt like she was going to be sick. The belt tightened again and Sam felt something pop in her neck, then her vision went black.