A/N: Okay so this is my first fanfic ever not to mention the first story I have ever written. Oh and a big thanks to Zivacentric for encouraging me to post this. I can only hope my story is half as good as the stuff she writes. If you haven't read it yet look her up and read her stuff. It is amazing. Oh and I am sure I don't need to say this but just in case someone thinks otherwise I don't own NCIS or any of its characters. I am sure if I did I wouldn't be on this site writing but in an office at CBS..lol.
Chapter 1
Quietly, she tried to approach the house. It was late or early morning depending on how you looked at it and there was no sound on the street except her footsteps on the walkway heading to the front door. She reached for the door handle without a second thought and opened the door. Regardless of the time she knew the door would be unlocked. She couldn't remember a time when it hadn't been. She stepped from the entry way into the dimly lit living room. As she stood there silently she inhaled deeply letting the smells of the house and the man that lived there to wash over her in a slow gradual wave. As a combination of wood, coffee and bourbon did a slow mingling dance with her senses she felt her pulse slowly settling. The tension in her muscles still lingered and she was still slightly shaky but she knew that would subside too once she saw him. She hadn't intended to come here tonight. Truth be told, she didn't want to come here but her instincts to feel safe took over and before she knew it she was in her car driving across town to his house. She had sat in the car for almost half an hour fighting with herself to stay in the car and to just drive back home. But she couldn't. The longer she sat there the nightmare that woke her from her sleep was becoming more alive and powerful in the front of her mind. The visions of the cell, of his face, of the pain kept coming to her one right after another like a boxer setting up for the knockout punch. She closed her eyes but that just made it worse. She could see him more clearly. She was sure if she reached out she would be able to feel him. His stench filled the car; she could feel the cool blade of his knife pressed against her neck as he whispered in her ear how he planned on killing her. She snapped her eyes open and got out of the car.