A/N: Seriously does NO ONE take the time to click that oddly shaded button saying "REVIEW?!
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Ok next part of the story.
At NCIS:
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat with his hot, black coffee in hand. His bright blue eyes were trained on some random spot on the bright orange walls, betraying the fact that he was bored as hell.
Tony DiNozzo was at his desk, feet up on top of it, clicking away at Tetris on his phone.
Dear God, please give us a case, ohhhhhhhhhhh please. Ran through his mind over and over as he put together the little blocks. He looked up at Ziva for a second.
Ziva was fiddling with her knife while looking up to glance at Tony every so often. Their eyes met and he smiled.
"I am SOOO bored" he mouthed across the bullpen to his partner without attracting the attention of the silver-haired fox.
She rolled her eyes and smirked a little. "Me too."
McGee was clicking away on his computer, not exactly with rhyme or reason. Just messing around with a new program.
"What are you doing McElflord?" Tony decided poking fun at his favorite little target oughta ease the dense boredom.
McGee just glared at him and went back to typing.
That was when Gibbs phone rang. Everyone's head popped up, eyes filling with hope, making them look like little puppies who had been given the treat of going for a walk.
"Gear up we-," He didn't even get to finish his sentence before every one was armed and headed for the elevator. He smiled to himself and shook his head, following close behind.
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I sat impatiently outside my dorm room. I had been sitting there while campus security came, and still when they left. I didn't want to go anywhere. I just sat for what seemed like hours, thinking.
Why wouldn't they just take me? Better yet, what did I do?
My reverie was interrupted by footsteps. I turned my head to see four people with black jackets and hats both reading the same thing: NCIS. These were the people I had called.
I slowly stood, still leaning against the wall for support.
"Hi." Was about all I could manage at the moment. I hadn't realized how hard it was to talk. I hadn't since I made the phone call, and I was reminded why when the emotion hit my voice.
"McGee, photos. Tony, Ziva, search everything." The man with silvery hair showing from under his ball cap spoke softly. He didn't want to freak out the teenager right?
The three known as Tony Ziva and McGee made there way throughout my room to do their job, while the older agent came over to me, sitting down against the wall as I had before. I guessed that was my cue to do the same.
Pulling out a little notepad he spoke.
"I'm Special Agent Gibbs. And you're... Mary?" I nodded and he continued. "I need you to tell me what happened." I liked that he was being to the point. Not patronizing me because I was young.
My voice like a whisper I described the afternoon. "... And when I went to get myself something to eat I saw the blood drops leading to the pool and the photo."
"Why would Lieutenant Matthews be in your dorm room?"
"He came to visit me sometimes when I was having a bad day and wasn't feeling well." He raised his eyebrows and anger flared inside me.
"It wasn't like that Sir. He wasn't like that. He was my friend." I growled. I didn't appreciate the assumption that his intentions weren't so great. "I was having issues this year with family and with fitting in. He was there for me, almost like a counselor. I was getting the crap kicked out of me by some of the guys on campus because I was like this," I said pointing to my black and red "emo" clothes, "when he came and pulled them off of me. I could've taken em though." I smiled trying to make light of the situation.
He smiled too. "You called me Sir. Don't. I'm not military. Do you plan on going into the force?"
"No Sir I have just always had a great respect for those that do, well obviously. And I get the feeling you were military at some point."
He smiled again and his people returned finished with their tasks. Gibbs looked at me and said I was coming back with him. I was under protective custody because the person doing this was doing it to get to me.
I gathered my iPod and cell phone from my room, averting my eyes from the corner. I grabbed some snacks and my wallet, ready to go.
The ride back was tense. In a sedan filled with agents, I let a single tear slide down my cheek, hoping they wouldn't see. The woman known as Ziva did notice. It was the first emotion I had shown since they came to the dorm. She put her hand on my arm trying not to attract attention from the others. I wasn't in the mood and shied away, brushing the tear away.