~Skye's POV~

It was late. The sun was long gone. In my hand I had a picture of him, and the address of where he would (hopefully) be.

Somehow, I made it to the elevator. I hit a random button and hoped for the best. In my weakened state I slumped against the back wall. The doors opened and I had just enough time to hear "Umm… I think we have a problem," before the darkness overtook me and I drifted away from reality.

I opened my eyes, not at all rested. My surroundings blurred as I pushed myself into a sitting position, brushing my dark brown hair out of my eyes. A quick check proved that my pistol was gone off the holster on my side, but my back- up and knife were still with me. Did I really look that innocent?

"Hello," a male voice said, "I think you have some explaining to do."

I turned toward a silver-haired man, with a hard look to his face.

"When I didn't say anything, he started: "Alright we'll start easy—what's your name?"

"What's yours?" I asked trying to mask my usual sarcasm.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

"Skyelar."

"You got a last name?"

I looked him straight in the eyes, "You wouldn't believe me."

"How 'bout you try me, kid?"

I got defensive.

"I am not a kid."

The two people behind him were starting to get uneasy. I looked around the room I was in; it looked like a break room, with vending machines, microwaves, and such. I was sitting on a small leather couch against the back wall. Great. I love being carried by strangers…

I sighed. If I wanted any help at all, I was going to have to cooperate… a little bit.

"Alright you win… for now. I'll be sixteen soon. My parents were murdered last year. Since then I've been doing a pretty good job at keeping safe, but in the past few months, I've realized no one is ever as safe as they seem."

I paused.

"Is that all?" he asked, clearly disappointed with my lack of information.

"I don't wear yellow," I said, my smart-ass attitude finally surfacing… "It washes out my complexion you know?"

He slammed his fist down and stormed out of the room.

"It's nice to meet you!" I yelled after him.

~Tony's POV~

"Tony! Where in the hell have you been? Gibbs is going to kill you!"

"Not so loud McGeek, I've been… out."

Man, I really need to stop with these Monday morning hangovers…

"We tried to call you," he continued, "but—"

"You mean this?" I opened my desk drawer and held up a cell phone, "I forgot it here, jeezus."

"McGee! Go help Ziva!" Gibbs walked in, more pissed than usual.

"With what Boss?" he asked, making the mistake of questioning Gibbs' motives.

"Dammit, just get out of here!"

"Yes, sir!" And then he shuffled out of sight.

"Sorry I didn't answer m—"I started, but got interrupted midway through my rushed apology.

"DiNozzo, do you have any idea why a teenage girl was in out elevator, with your picture and desk address?!"

"Uh—"

"Make yourself useful and take her DNA sample down to Abby; we've got to find out who this girl is."

I bet I have a good guess, and if I'm right we're in big trouble…

~Skye's POV~

The guy with the long name came back into the room, where he had left me with a woman named Ziva David and guy named Timothy McGee.

This time, he wasn't alone.

Tony.

I knew the moment our eyes met that he recognized me. And what did he do? He lied.

He turned his head, facing away from me, "I don't know her, Boss," he said in a low voice, though obviously not low enough…

I leaned my head back against the wall; this was going to be a long day. But so far, I had the upper hand. I knew they had taken my DNA while I was passed out and now it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

"How would you feel about letting us go through your things?" 'Gibbs' asked, looking pointedly at my black backpack.

I shrugged, and tossed it to him. I bit back a smile as I watched him cleverly disguise his surprise.

~Tony's POV~

"I can't believe she gave Gibbs all of her stuff like that. She must not have anything to hide," I said, entering our forensic scientist's lab.

"I wouldn't say that just yet, Tony," Abby, the forensic scientist said, poking me in the stomach with a pencil.

I looked at all the stuff she had had in her backpack that was now laid out on the table.

"What have you got, Abbs?" Gibbs asked, walking into the lab.

"You're not going to believe it, Gibbs…" she answered.

"Try me," he countered.

Woah. That girl was a mess. She had a laptop that Gibbs had sent to McGee to hack into, a Glock-17 with extra magazines, a knife, some clothes, a couple pairs of latex gloves, some cash, a box of tampons… and some condoms.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs said, I want you and Ziva to watch in Observation; I'm going to see how much I can get out of her in Interrogation."

Ohh man, she had no idea what she was in for.

~Skye's POV~

"You can call me Gibbs," he said.

"You can call me Skye."

I wondered what kind of technique he was going to use to make me spill my guts, man I was never going to stop seeing these rooms…

"Why are you here?" he asked, standing across from me.

I looked up at him from where I was sitting in the only hard backed chair in the small room, where besides the table; there was nothing but a sheet of glass where who knows what people were watching.

"Got the results back from my DNA?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

He was already getting pissed at my smart-ass comments… great!

I lowered my voice, "It's just better that you see it with proof, instead of having you doubt me. Trust is everything, "my voice just a whisper at the end.

"Why are you here?" he repeated, this time his voice losing its threatening tone.

"Because I'm not going to put someone in danger with them clueless."

"Who are you putting in danger, Skye?"

"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo."

"Gibbs!" a breathless McGee burst through the door.

What?!" he growled.

Note to self: Never interrupt Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"Boss, you've got to see this…"