Okay, another Fic here, critics welcome, enjoy.

On a side note, I don't own NCIS

Manassas Military Academy
Indi P.O.V
I'm cold and tired. I haven't eaten or slept in 24 hours, I'm being hunted, and I'm loving every minute of it. Yeah, I'm a little crazy. The best people always are. I guess you want to know who I-who we- are, and how we got here, right? Let me see, this whole thing started about a week ago...

There are six of us. We're seventeen. My name's Indi Stone. My best friends are Kat Williams, Serena Brenton, Patch Millford, Blake Cooper, and Travis Ryan. Kat's real name is Katia, but no one ever calls her that, unless they want to change the shape of their face.
See, Kat's specialty is weapons; firearms, knives, and martial arts, among others.
Serena's specialty is technology; computers, gadgets, and explosives.
Patch's specialty is orienteering, or master of terrain; he knows exactly what kind of vegetation and animals you'll find in what kind of terrain.
Blake's specialty is survival; he knows what you need and where to find it in any situation.
Travis' speciality is hunting; he grew up in northern Montana near Canada, and spent half his life fishing and stalking deer until he started school.
My speciality is stealth; I can sneak up on somebody undetected, observe them, and then disappear without a trace. That's why I'm also a sniper.
You're probably wondering, why would a seventeen-year old kid be a sniper? All six of our parents are Marines; they're in the same squadron, currently stationed overseas. We all came from different parts of the States; Travis from Kalispell, Montana; Blake from Bar Harbor, Maine; Patch from Pensacola, Florida; Serena from South Bend, Indiana; Kat from Phoenix, Arizona; and me from Klamath Falls, Oregon.
Our parents were stationed in D.C., so we grew up together. We've gone to military boarding schools since first grade. Right now, we're supposed to be at Manassas Military Academy, but more on that later.
Kat's mother was killed when she was eleven; she carries one of the shells from the twenty-one gun salute with her wherever she goes.
Serena's father left her mother in third grade.
Patch's mother left when he was seven; he's never heard from or seen her since.
Blake's father went MIA in fourth grade, somewhere in Iraq.
Travis' father lost a battle with pancreatic cancer when he was six.
My mother was killed in a training accident on a chopper nine years ago.
This all started on May 18th, the day most people have Prom. Having a relationship with someone, especially someone in your dorm, at the Academy is frowned upon, so of course we don't have Prom.
Chances that would stop us from liking someone, especially in our dorm; slim and less than nonexistent. It was a Friday, and we had a day off. Meaning schoolwork, obviously. We still had our sports practices and P.F. But after that, the six of us-we happened to make up our dorm-were meeting up to go see Identity Thief. Then we were heading to Red Robins for dinner before returning to the dorm prior to curfew, 10:30.

"10:28. We made it!" Kat fist pumped into the air.
"Boo yah! See you guys in the morning!" I called over my shoulder, blowing a kiss at Blake and sprinting into my room, speed-folding my clothes and jumping into the bed with my sweats and tank top on.
Kat P.O.V
I watched as Indi sprinted into our room, leaving the rest of us in her dust. "Well, good night guys. Travis," I smiled sweetly at him. "I'll see you later." I squeezed his hand before letting go. "We should get to bed before the 'Drilly' adds more miles to our morning run."
Everyone nodded in agreement, dispersing into our shared rooms. "Good night, Ser." I grabbed some clothes and my toothbrush, heading to the bathroom. Walking back in the room minutes later, I looked to the bunks Ser and Indi shared. Hearing their snores, well Ser's anyway, I lowered myself in my single bed, letting the sound lull me to sleep.
Indi P.O.V
The lights flipped on, and my eyes opened. I raised my head, swinging my feet over the side of the bed to dangle above Ser's head. I squinted at the figure in front of me. "Colonel Moore? What is it? Sir?" I asked, jumping down and landing 'at ease', dodging Ser.
"Stone, Brenton, I'm afraid I have bad news. Wake up your dorm mates and meet me in my office in three minutes," he ordered, walking out.

"What the heck?" I muttered. I exchanged my tank top for a white tee and pulled on camo fatigues, reaching for my boots. "Wake up Kat, I'll get the guys," I told Ser, breaking into a jog.
"But I like my face!" She protested as I head out the door.
I crept into the boy's room. Patch and Blake shared a bunk, while Travis had the single. I pulled myself onto Blake's bunk and and placed my hand over his mouth to muffle his yell. He bolted awake, and I removed my hand. "Indi? What's going on?"
I shrugged. "Moore wants us in his office. Help me wake up the others."
"We're up," Patch informed us, dragging Travis out of bed. "What's Moore want?"
"We don't know, but we need to be in his office in two minutes," Blake replied, lacing up his boots over his olive cargo pants and pulling on a white MMA Football shirt.
"Come on, then. Let's go," Travis grinned, pulling on his boots and some clothes. Patch shut off the lights as I led them back to my room.
Kat P.O.V
"But I like my face!" I heard Serena whisper-yell.
"Ser, why do you like your face?" I stretched getting out of bed and pulling a black FIFA tee and grey shorts on.
"Oh, thank goodness, I don't have to wake you." She rushed pulling on some clothes.
"What? Oh, I get it." I nodded, tying my sneakers.
"You guys ready?" Indi asked, walking back into the room with the guys in tow.
"For?" I inquired,"No one told me anything?!"
"Moore wants to see us in his office in about fifty seconds," Indi replied. "Ser, why didn't you tell her?"
"Let's just go," Patch advised before Ser could answer.
"Well, move it people! Double double time!" I commanded, and we broke into a sprint across the quad to Moore's office. Taking a second to compose ourselves outside the door, I knocked.
"Come in."
"Colonel Moore? Sir? You needed us? I asked leading us into his office.