Disclaimer: I do NOT own NCIS! I only own my character Melody Anne Walst! I also do NOT own ANY of the songs in this fanfic! They belong solely to Five Finger Death Punch!
"Hey, Mel, do you have plans for tonight?" Timothy McGee asked the sandy blonde haired woman seated across from him.
"As a matter of fact, I do," She replied, smiling. "I'm going with my brother to a concert."
The green-eyed computer geek nodded, "To see who?"
"Three Days Grace and Five Finger Death Punch," Melody Walst replied, laughing. "I love their music. Adam is a nice guy."
McGee raised an eyebrow, "You talk like you know him?"
Melody chuckled, "My older brother knows him personally."
The NCIS agent slowly nodded his head as Anthony DiNozzo and Abby Scuito walked up.
"Mel, Mel, Mel!" Abby shouted, practically bouncing. "You want to go to the concert with me tonight?"
The green eyed young woman laughed, "I'm going already. But, I'm meeting my brother and some friends."
Later that night, while getting ready to go on stage, Adam Gontier was tuning his guitar while Barry Stock, Brad Walst, and Neil Sanderson were doing their own thing.
"Oh, Brad!" Came the melodic voice of Melody Walst as she made her way up to them.
"Melody!" the bassist said excitedly as he got up and hugged his sister. He picked her up and spun her around before setting her back down on the ground.
Neil, Barry, and Adam looked up with smiles on their faces.
"How did ya get away from your coworkers?" the drummer asked, laughing as he walked up to them.
"I'm sure Tony followed me and dragged McGee along," the youngest Walst sibling stated, laughing. "By the way, Adam, ya got my Strat?"
The raven haired man laughed as he picked up a hard shell case and handed it to her, "There's your baby, Mel."
Melody squealed loudly as she grabbed the case from the front man. "Thanks for taking care of her!"
"You are the craziest person I have met, Mel," the lead guitarist said, chuckling. "By the way, Mel. Wanna take my part on a few songs?"
"Which ones?" Melody asked as she got her sunburst Strat out of the case and strummed a few notes.
"I was thinking Animal I Have Become, Just Like You, Are You Ready, and Time of Dying," Barry answered as he picked up his guitar.
Melody Walst laughed as someone came up behind the sandy blonde haired woman and wrapped their arms around her waist, picking her up and letting her feet dangle inches off the ground.
"Hey there, Mel!" Ivan Moody said excitedly.
"Put me down so I can hug you!" She shouted, laughing as Neil took her Strat before she damaged it.
Ivan did as she said and the young woman turned, hugging him. The vocalist for Five Finger Death Punch wrapped his arms around her, his grip tight.
"Hey, Mel?" Ivan asked as he pulled away a little.
"What is it, Ivan?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Zoltan was wondering if you could take his place tonight," The vocalist explained. "He said he wasn't feeling well, so he was going to stay on the bus."
Melody looked over at her brother and her other friends.
Barry smiled at her, "Go ahead, they need you."
"I agree, Mel," Neil told her, a smile on his face as well.
Brad and Adam looked at each other and nodded, "Go ahead, Sis," the bassist told her, smiling.
Melody smiled and nodded before she looked back at Ivan, "Alright."
Ivan smiled a little, "You need to tell Zoltan unless we want him annoying us as to how everything went."
Melody laughed a little, "I'll see to him while the opening act is on stage."
Ivan nodded before looking up to the members of Three Days Grace, "Sorry for stealing Mel from you."
Brad and Neil chuckled, "Its fine. You would have ended up with her on stage anyways," The drummer told him.
Ivan chuckled at that before looking at his friends from Three Days Grace then back to Melody, "Hey, Mel, would ya go ahead and talk to Zoltan?"
Melody looked confused but went out to the tour bus to visit the rhythm guitarist.
The bassist for Three Days Grace looked at the vocalist for the co-headlining band with a confused look, "I thought she was gonna go when the opening act took the stage?"
"She said she was, but I have to talk to you four," Ivan told them as he dug something out of his pocket and handed it to the bassist. "This was given to me by one of the security guards as I was getting off the bus. He said that someone told him to give this to me."
The older Walst sibling took the paper with a confused look. Opening it and reading it, Brad's face started to go red with anger. The drummer took the paper from his friend's hands and read it before looking at Ivan.
"Who would want to kill Mel?" He asked, anger rising in him as well.
Ivan shook his head before Adam spoke, beating him to it.
"If I remember correctly, her ex was furious with her when she left," He said, crossing his arms. "I remember Mel mentioning that when he found out she was pregnant, he caused her to lose the baby."
Ivan nodded, "The only thing keeping him from killing her was the fact that Gerard and Phil were on their way there."
"And why did you not tell us about it?" Barry asked, feeling slightly betrayed.
Adam looked to his friend, "She asked us not to."
"She said she didn't want you guys worrying about her," Ivan added.
The three who had just found out nodded in understanding.
"Now, we just need to let her have a good time here tonight," Adam told his friends. "Mel has waited too long for this."
"You're right, Adam," Barry Stock agreed. "She has waited too long to have fun on stage with us."
"We're going on in about ten minutes, so I had better get the rest of the gang so we can go on while they set everything up," Ivan told them before he made his way to the tour bus.
Jason Hook, Chris Kael, and Jeremy Spencer made their way onstage with Ivan and Melody, who was carrying her Stratocaster.
"So, how's everyone enjoying themselves so far tonight?" Ivan asked, laughing.
Getting a cheer from the crowd gave Ivan the answer he was looking for. Taking the mic from the stand, the vocalist walked over to Melody as she, Jason, Jeremy, and Chris started playing their parts.
Yeah, go!
Did you hear the one about me being a punk?
Did you hear the one about me being a drunk?
Did you hear the one about me losing my nerve?
Or how I'm just another fucking sheep in the herd?
Did you hear about the money, how it made me change?
So funny to me, all the time that they waste.
Did you hear the one about me giving a shit?
'Cause if I ever did I don't remember it.
You can be me and I will be you.
You can live just like a star.
I'll take my sanity, you take the fame.
I'm under and over it all.
(I'm under and over it.)
Did you hear the one about me playing the game?
Selling my soul and changing my name.
Did you hear the one about me being a prick?
Did you know I don't care? You can suck my...
Did you hear the one about me trying to die?
Fist in the air and a finger to the sky.
Do I care if you hate me? Do you wanna know the truth?
C'est la vie...adiós...good riddance...fuck you!
You can be me and I will be you.
You can live just like a star.
I'll take my sanity, you take the fame.
I'm under and over it all.
(I'm under and over it.)
I, I, I'm under and over it.
I, I, I'm under and over it.
I, I, I'm under and over it.
I, I, I'm under and over it.
You can be me and I will be you.
You can live just like a star.
I'll take my sanity, you take the fame.
I'm under and over it all.
(I'm under and over it.)
I'm under and over it all.
(I'm under and over it.)
I, I, I'm under and over it.
I, I, I'm under and over it.
"How was that for y'all?" Melody asked into the mic as Ivan made his way over to her.
Ivan kissed her cheek in a friendly manner while onstage, receiving a chorus of cheers from the crowd.
"You guys ready to move?" Ivan asked as he made his way back to center stage.
The cheers from the crowd gave him the response he was looking for.
"Alright then."
I owe you nothing
I've given everything and more
I stand for something
The blood on my hands, the broken bones, I live it
Knife in my back, you can't take it back
Eye for an eye is cut and dry
I'll do what I know, reap what I sow
While you're waiting for me to fail
(If I fall)
If I fall, if I fall
I'm dragging everybody down
If I fall I will take everybody down
(If I fall)
If I fall, if I fall
I'm taking everybody out
If I fall I will take everybody down
I'm not a voice of reason
Never been too big on fate
Seeing is believing
You run from it all, you stumble and crawl, I hate it
Knife in your back, I won't take it back
Live and let die, the art of a lie
You do what you know, you reap what you sow
I'll be waiting for you to fail
(If I fall)
If I fall, if I fall
I'm dragging everybody down
If I fall I will take everybody down
(If I fall)
If I fall, if I fall
I'm taking everybody out
If I fall I will take everybody down
Heeeyyyahh
Heeeyyyahh
Heeeyyyahh
Heeeyyyahh
Heeeyyyahh
If I fall, if I fall
I'm taking everybody down
If I fall I will!
(If I fall)
If I fall, if I fall
I'm dragging everybody down
If I fall I will take everybody down
(If I fall)
If I fall, fuck you all
I'm taking everybody out
If I fall I will take everybody down
(If I fall, if I fall, if I fall)
If I fall I will
Backstage, Adam Gontier, Barry Stock, Neil Sanderson, and Brad Walst were getting their song order together.
"Hey, guys," A voice said from behind them.
Brad looked up, "Hey, Gerard."
The bleach-blonde vocalist smiled, "How's Mel been doing?"
"She's onstage with Ivan's band right now," Neil informed him.
Gerard Way nodded before Barry looked up.
"I thought you were on a tour right now," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"We were, our last set was last week," the bleach-blonde vocalist explained. "Phil's here in DC too. But he went to her house so he could surprise her."
The guys nodded.
On stage, Melody grabbed the mic in front of her.
"Ivan, get your ass in gear!" She said, laughing.
"Alright, alright, Mel," The vocalist replied, laughing as well. "What song do you suppose we play for our amazing fans next?"
"Hmm," Melody said, acting like she was thinking. "That's easy, The Pride."
"You got it," Ivan said to her before turning to the crowd. "How does that sound to you guys?"
The cheer from the crowd gave them the answer.
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Johnny Cash
And PBR
Jack Daniels
Nascar
Myspace
IPod
Bill Gates
Smith and Wesson
NRA
Firewater
Pale Face
Dimebag
Tupac
Heavy Metal
Hip-Hop
I am
What you fear most
I am
What you need
I am
What you made me
I am
The American dream
I'm not selling out
I'm buying in
I will not be forgotten
This is my time to shine
I've got the scars to prove it
Only the strong survive
I'm not afraid of dying
Everyone has their time
Life never favored weakness
Welcome to the pride
Ivan motioned to Melody, signaling for her to sing the next part. Melody nodded before she moved closer to the mic in front of her.
Disneyland
White House
JFK
And Mickey Mouse
John Wayne
Springsteen
Eastwood
James Dean
Coca-Cola
Pepsi
Playboy
Text me
NFL
NBA
Brett Favre
King James
I am
All American
I am
Living the dream
I am
What you fear most
I am
Anarchy
Ivan grinned at his friend before he joined in with her.
I'm not selling out
I'm buying in
I will not be forgotten
This is my time to shine
I've got the scars to prove it
Only the strong survive
I'm not afraid of dying
Everyone has their time
Life never favored weakness
Welcome to the pride
Ivan continued as Melody dropped out of the singing, only to pick up with the screams in place of her friend.
Since the dawn of time
Only the strong have survived
I will not be forgotten
Welcome to the pride
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Only the strong survive
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Heyy heyy heyy yaaa
Welcome to the pride
I will not be forgotten
This is my time to shine
I've got the scars to prove it
Only the strong survive
I'm not afraid of dying
Everyone has their time
Life never favored weakness
Welcome to the pride
"You were amazing, Mel," Jason Hook said into the mic in front of him. "Wouldn't you all agree?"
"I agree, Jason," Chris Kael said, laughing.
"Me too," Jeremy Spencer added from the mic near his drum set.
The crowd cheered louder in response to the question from Jason before Ivan continued, "This one is sure to get you going!"
I'm a red blooded
Rough neck
Son of a bitch
I'm a goddamned
American capitalist
I've got a kill 'em all
Give a shit
License to hate
I'm that one shot
One kill
Bringer of pain
I don't wanna believe I'm empty
And I don't want to admit I'm wrong
I don't wanna regret who I've become
(When I'm)
I'm an American
Capitalist
American
Capitalist
Melody smiled at her friends as Jason Hook made his way over to her while playing his guitar.
Yeah war is the answer
Like I told you before
You're a coward
With no power
Just a stain on the floor
If you're a man
Be a man
Stop running your lips
Round three
No mercy
It's the way of the fist
I don't wanna believe I'm empty
And I don't want to admit I'm wrong
I don't wanna regret who I've become
(When I'm)
I'm an American
Capitalist
American
Capitalist
I don't wanna believe I'm empty
And I don't want to admit I'm wrong
I don't wanna regret who I've become
(When I'm)
I'm an American
I don't wanna believe I'm empty
And I don't want to admit I'm wrong
I don't wanna regret who I've become
(When I'm)
I'm an American
Capitalist
American
Capitalist
American
The day after the concert had ended; Melody Walst was back in her house. She had been playing songs her friends had taught her.
"I spoke to God today, and she said that she's ashamed, what have I become? What have I done? I spoke to the Devil today, and he swears he's not to blame, and I understood, cause I feel the same," She sang as she strummed the notes on her Strat Sunburst until she heard a knock on the door.
Setting her guitar aside, she stood up and made her way to the door. Opening it, she saw Anthony DiNozzo.
Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her sweat pants and tee were baggy on her. The black sweats boasted the logo for Three Days Grace while the tee boasted the logo for Five Finger Death Punch.
"What is it, Tony?" She asked, standing in the doorway.
"I came to talk," he told her as he pushed his way inside.
"Its fine, Tony, come on in," She said sarcastically as she shut the door behind her. "Now, what is your real reason for barging in my home?"
The American-Italian agent turned to his coworker, "We're worried about you, Mel."
"Worried about me why?" She asked as she went back to the couch and picked up her guitar.
"Abby said when she called you, you hung up on her," He explained. "Plus you didn't come into work today. You never miss."
"Well, maybe I have other things on my mind, Tony," She said, looking up at him. "The kind of things that prevent me from doing my job."
"At least talk about them to someone," He told her, trying to get through to her.
"I am talking to someone about them," She snapped just as two men made their way into the living room from the master bedroom and the guest bedroom while another entered from the bathroom, another entered the living room from his bedroom and the last entered from his respective bedroom.
Tony looked up, "Who are you?"
The bleach-blonde vocalist looked at him, "I think that question should be pointed at you."
"Now, if you would kindly explain why you are bothering my sister, please do," Brad Walst said with a tone of warning.
"Sister?" Tony asked, confused. "You're her brother? What about these other two here?"
"Us?" Ivan Moody asked as he sat next to Melody. "Ivan Moody and Gerard Way."
"And Neil Sanderson."
"And Phil Labonte."
"Now, explain," The screamer/vocalist demanded as he put his arm around Melody's shoulders.
"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo," he explained. "Melody is my coworker. We're all worried about her."
"Look, I will talk to you later," Melody said to her coworker. "How about you and the others meet me and my friends back here in about three hours. The six of us have to meet some people."
"Where are ya going to?" Tony asked her, tilting his head to the side.
"That is none of your business, DiNozzo," She snapped as she put her Stratocaster back in its case.
Tony held his hands up in surrender before speaking, "Alright, alright, Mel. We'll be here in about three hours."
"Now, go," Melody Walst said to him, shoving him out of her home.
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. She sighed as Ivan stood up and made his way over to her.
The dirty-blonde haired young woman rested her head on his shoulder, "How long do you think before they find out?"
"Honestly?" Gerard Way asked, walking over to his friends. "Not long at all."
Her older brother nodded in agreement, "Better get ready."
Melody nodded before she went into her room to get dressed.
Brad, Gerard, Phil, Ivan, and Neil looked at each other, "Gerard, Phil, when we get there, you go to NCIS HQ," the bassist told his friend.
The bleach-blonde vocalist nodded, "Alright. You guys keep her from finding out where we're going."
The drummer and vocalist nodded, "No problem," Neil told him.
Melody walked back out wearing black skinny jeans, a black Three Days Grace tee, a black Five Finger Death Punch zip-up hoodie, a pair of black and neon green converse, and a black My Chemical Romance beanie.
Ivan walked up to her and pulled the woman into his arms, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Thanks, Ivan, I needed that," Melody told him, smiling at him slightly before kissing him again.
Brad cleared his throat, gaining their attention, "Uh, Ivan, that's my sister."
Ivan Moody grinned at that, "I know, Buddy."
The four with them shook their heads at their friends.
"Hey, Brad, is Matt gonna show up at all?" Melody asked as she looked over 5FDP's vocalist's shoulder.
Brad chuckled, "You want big brother and baby brother here?" he asked.
"I ain't helping you get out of anything, Mel," Gerard Way stated, laughing as he went into the kitchen.
"Neither am I, Melody," Phil stated, laughing as he made his way into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cup and poured some coffee into it.
"It's almost Christmas, guys," Melody said as she picked up a card from the coffee table and set it up on the knick knack shelf. "Want to decorate?"
Ivan and Brad chuckled, "Sure, Sis," Brad told his sister, smiling.
"I haven't bought a tree since I've lived here," the stand-in guitarist stated as she picked up her own coffee cup.
"That's been a few years," Phil Labonte said as he sat down at the kitchen table.
"Yeah," Mel responded, sitting on the couch.
"Well, we had better get going, guys," Brad Walst said as he made his way to the door.
The rockers and the NCIS agent nodded before they downed their coffees and followed the bassist.
"Brad, wait, I need to tell you something," Melody said, stopping her brother.
The bassist turned to his sister before motioning to the others to go on ahead to the vehicles. They did so before the Bassist made his way over to his sister, who was standing in the middle of her living room.
"What is it, Mel?" Brad asked, confused.
"Um, do you remember about seven weeks ago when Ivan and I went to Norwood to see Matt before they left for a tour?" The middle sibling asked, looking down.
"Yeah? What about it?" He asked, growing even more confused.
Melody took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant, Brad. It's Ivan's."
Brad froze at the news his sister told him.
"You mean to tell me that you and Ivan…?" He started to ask but trailed off when Melody nodded. He ran his hand through his hair before sighing, "I guess we'll go with them to meet the others."
"I want to tell Ivan with the rest of you guys there," Melody told her brother before he hugged her.
"Alright, Sis," he whispered before pulling away. "Let's go."
Melody nodded before she followed her brother.