Hi there! Fanfiction is being odd...but here is an intro to a new story! So sorry it's been awhile! Don't give up on me! xD
"Please! Help me! Someone! Please!" A girl, who looked about 14, cried coming out of the elevator of the NCIS building. A man with a striped-button down shirt moved out of his cubical and walked over to the girl who was now crying. "My parents. Both...they're dead. I...I saw it happen! Please help!" When Tony got closer to her, he could see the unmistakable stains of blood all over her pink shirt and jeans. He could tell her ponytail had been carefully put up that morning but was messed up by the situation. The elevator door opened and Ziva David came in wearing a dark green V-neck shirt and black work pants.
"You made a new friend, Tony?" She asked walking toward them.
"Please!" The girl said turning around to face Ziva. "My parents have just been shot! He...he tried to take me too, but I ran away. I think I've lost him, but I'm not sure! Please help me!" Ziva dropped her bag and bent down in front of the girl.
"Woah woah. Hold on Sweetie. What happened?"
"I don't know! A man in black ran into my house and...and he shot them! And he tried to get me but...but I ran away! Please!"
