Hello and nice that you have found here. I wrote the story for my best friend about four years ago, I hope you like it! ;)

"Leave me!" I shouted, hugging the wall even tighter. "Never!" He yelled back. He grabbed my foot, but I pulled him back and kicked. A cupboard fell over and the glass broke. "Shit, the neighbor!" He grabbed his things and ran away through the back door.

"Don't criminals ever sleep?" Tony asked, yawning "Probably at night to strike during the day," Ziva replied. "Or not at all," said Gibbs, "Dead Navy couple with daughter."

"Pretty lonely here," McGee said, "What do we have Ducky?" Gibbs asked. The man has, like the woman, two close shots. "" And the daughter? " "She is still alive and hasn't been mortally wounded. She's being looked over by paramedics over there. "

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Gibbs." "Melina," I said, trying to smile. "I have a few questions for you. Do you feel able to answer me? "" Because of the attack? "I asked nervously. "Yes, because of the attack." "I already know the questions," I said, "From TV." "Ah, then tell me," Gibbs challenged me expectantly. ,,I was at a party. At about 3 o'clock I came home. "" What party? "Gibbs asked. "On the promotion party of my football team. When I tried to unlock the door, I realized that the lock had been broken. "" What did you do then? " "Steven has hidden a gun in the flowerpot near the front door for emergencies of that kind." "Steven is dead in the house, right?" "Yes, he and Mila were my adoptive parents." Before I kept talking, I wiped some tears from my face. "I took the gun and I went in. It looked like a battlefield, everything was ransacked and then ... I found Mila and Steven. " "Thanks, that's it for now."