Chapter 2

Chemicals and Kidnappings

AN:

So I've been busy lately, and I was depressed by the lack of comments…

-LG

"Boy, she must've had a big problem with socializing." Bex shook her head as she slipped into her tight dress. "She invited us to a family party?"

Short briefing here. We really bonded with the team during the one month we were assigned, including Abby and Nat. Bex, Ziva, Abby, and I are invited to Nat's family reunion. Apparently, her father ordered her to bring some friends along. And no casual wear, she mentioned. Like t-shirts, skinny jeans, etc. And then, Ziva had offered for everyone to come over. It was like a sleep over party.

"She considers us as friends. That's a good thing." I was wearing high heels, which were kind of hard to walk with.

"But we're her co-workers. Who's only been with her for a month."

"I know, but you'd have problems with socializing, too, if you were stuck with people who were about six years older than you all the time." She silently nodded, agreeing.

"When's Nat gonna come? I thought she was picking us up." Yes. We just had to carpool with an sixteen year old girl because we didn't have a car.

"Bex! Cammie!" Nat hollered from downstairs. I peeked down. She was wearing a black shirt with black pants. The sleeves were rolled up a bit and she had her long brown hair tied up. And I could see that she was wearing black heels. Her black earrings had turned to white diamond earrings. She looked like a college student now.

"We're going!" I yelled back to Nat. "Come on, Bex, just hurry up with the heels already!"

"Wait, wait. You think this blue one would match this dress?" She held up a pair of blue high heels with sparkles.

"Yeah. Now can we go?"

"Alright, fine." She rolled her eyes as I frantically ran for the elevator. "For God's sakes, wait up!"

As we got down there, I could not believe my eyes. A limo? A black limo?

"What, your dad's the president or something?" Bex laughed. Nat just smiled nervously.

"Let's go." Nat took our hands and opened the limo. It was a gorgeous sight, I'd say.

As we sat in the limo, I started to wonder. How could she afford this kind of stuff? More importantly, how could her parents afford this kind of stuff?

"We're here." And in front of me was the White House.

"Wow. You're the… like, President's Daughter? Really?" Bex exclaimed.

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's nice, I guess." Bex smiled.

"Thank you." Nat smiled wider. Suddenly, we were confused.

"What for?"

"Normally, when I tell my friends that my Dad's the president, they ask me if I can clean their records. Which is why I have so much of a problem with making friends. One time, I actually asked my Dad if he can clean their records. I just got scolded."

"Sounds like something a shallow teen would do. Let's go." Bex and I hooked our arms with Nat and we entered.

"I tell you, this is the address that my friend gave me!" We turned, only to see Ziva and Abby hollering to a guard. Oops.

"Wait, they're with me." The guards nodded, letting Ziva and Abby in.

"So, you were the daughter of the president. Any more news I should expect?" Ziva raised an eyebrow as we walked towards Nat's room.

"My older sister is a famous singer?" Nat smiled.

"Wow. Really?"

"…Between Goths. I think I get my style from her." Nat sighed. She opened her room, and it was had black wallpapers, but the curtains were white. Her desk was white, and her bed was white, and her sofas were white, but the pillows were black.

"Whoa. Chemical much?" I looked at the brewing liquid on her desk.

"That's a new poison I'm working on. Don't worry, my Dad knows I'm working on it. It's not illegal. And there's antidotes."She pointed to a closet. "It's where all of my creations are in. Locked, though."

"Well, what does this one do?" Abby inquired.

"It creates hallucinations for about an hour. Almost all of mine don't kill, they just leave the person unconscious or dazzled." She shrugged.

"Nat!" The door flung open, revealing a woman with black spiky hair, clearly a Goth. She had her piercings and skull earrings. Her belly top had a vampire on it and her pants were black, too. Her eyes looked as if they'd been smoked. I swear I'd seen her somewhere…

"Madeline, what brings you here?" Nat asked.

"Dinner's ready, gal. Bring your friends to the dining room, and tell Mom I'll be with the team. I already ate." Madeline, I think, turned to walk away.

"You know that Mom's going to throw a fit when you aren't going to participate in the Family Reunion. Madeline, it's been five months since she's seen you." Nat begged.

Madeline just turned to face her sister and smirked. "It's fine, Nat. The all smart and good Natalie Fisherman will be there, right? Why should the punk go?" She smirked.

"Madeline, let's go." A man had appeared at her side, taking her hand. He smirked at Natalie, and Natalie clenched her shaking fists. The couple had disappeared.

"Wow. Isn't that the lead singer of Midnight? And that's the drummer?" Abby asked.

"…That's her. And him." Nat said through clenched teeth.

"Wow… she's so rude. I mean, I thought she was an okay girl!" Abby exclaimed.

"It's fine. Let's go to the dining room." Nat put on a smile, but I could tell that it was faked. Her eyes were still painful.

"I'm sorry." I murmured. Nat just smiled warily.

"For what, Cammie? It's fine, she's still my sister. Let's just forget about this, okay?" Nat smiled as she led us to the dining room.

"Ah, are you Natalie's friends?" A woman rose up, and I couldn't help but think but she looked a lot like Madeline. But I could see no mischief on her face. "You are very welcome here. Please, have a seat. Natalie, your father is going to be here soon."

"And I'm here. Long time no see, Natalie. It's nice that you brought friends. Where is Maddy?" I saw Nat flinch slightly. I understood, because when he spoke of Nat, he spoke very formally, but when he spoke of Madeline, he sounded very fond of her.

"Madeline is with her band, Father."

"Well, then, did she eat? She can't starve, you know." President Fisherman sighed.

"Yes, father, she said she did." Nat regarded her father very coldly, I noticed.

"Good. Then let's all have a seat." We all sat down as the fancy dishes came out.

It was a cold dinner, and Nat only spoke to us. We were all surprised at the thick formality she showed. The President and the First Lady only spoke about politics. And now, I couldn't blame Madeline for skipping the reunion.

"I will be spending the night at my friend's, Father. I will walk my friends out, and there will be absolutely no need for you to come out." Nat spoke as soon as we all finished eating. He just nodded.

As soon as the doors were closed, we studied Nat closely. She was close to crying. I was horrified at how a young girl could've survived this… this tightness.

"So, Ziva, can we go just go now?" Nat asked quietly. Ziva just wrapped her arms around the frail little sixteen year old.

"Yes, dear."

"Then let's go." Nat wiped off her tears, and started towards the door.

"So… has it always been like this?" Bex asked.

"Yes. Actually, I've never experienced that 'love' from my family. It was always about formalities. It's okay, though. Sometimes, I wonder, if I were to be kidnapped. I'm not sure they'd show any real concern, just for the public." That was really sad.

She suddenly smacked her head and sighed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I think I forgot something. I'll just quickly go back to my room to retrieve it. Go ahead to the limo, I'll just need a minute." And then she bolted for her room.

We all looked at her, pain stricken.

"Poor girl." Bex whispered. Suddenly, a scream pierced the night, and I could swear it was Nat's.

"No! You're not… Umph!" It was Nat's. Shoot.

"Nat!" We all ran for her room. It was locked.

"Damn it!" Abby yelled. Bex and I quickly exchanged looks, and we ran out of the building.

"And this is why I always carry a grappling hook." Bex smiled.

"Whatever." I threw the hook and I made sure that it was Nat's window. We slowly climbed up the walls of the White House.

Inside, nobody was there. But everything was a mess, and there was blood on the floor.

Well, Nat. I think you'll figure out the result of your imagination.