A/N: I do not own, or claim to own, any rights or trademark on NCIS or the characters used here. I simply like to play colorforms. Note though, that the creativity of the story, and it's plot., those are indeed mine.
WARNING : This story not suitable for anyone under 18.
PROLOGUE
She was confused when her eyes fluttered open…but she couldn't see anything. Hadn't she just been out to dinner having intelligent conversation and a glass of wine? She was having a good time…she had remembered laughing and smiling…and then what ?
Random images of her stumbling feet on gravel and hands helping her into a car danced through her mind.
Maybe she had too much to drink and someone took her home ? Her mouth felt dry.
But then she could smell candle wax…a warm almost vanilla scent, along with old wood and…another smell... it was a familiar chemical smell…
As her senses came alive a bit more, she realized she was uncomfortable.
It was some kind of hard surface she was on...and tied to.
She felt a sudden wave of panic as she weakly tried to move her arms but found she couldn't. She tried to pick up her head, and was also unable to do so.
She realized she had very little if any clothing on when a slight draft went across her skin. Someone was behind her...the thought shot through her mind - she knew she was going to die.
She tried to speak, but fear had locked up her vocal chords. Suddenly she felt something, at the top of her head...and then in her hair...
Paralyzed by the sheer horror of it, she felt a sleek twirling through her long, red tresses. It was moving and sliding around her neck. She jumped, heart racing, as something banged the table loudly. In a flash she felt the white hot slicing pain at her collarbone, causing her to finally let out a terrified scream.