AN: I want to thank every one who faved and reviewed to this story. I did wish for a few more reviews, but beggars cant be choosers, right? There is know a poll to decide if any other characters should come into the story, so please vote on who you want. Also, please note that this is set in the FMA manga, but you still should get it even if you dodn't read it. Any way, hears the next part. Hope you like it.
Pain. A dull pain across the back of his left shoulder and neck. In fact, it wasn't just there. His whole body felt completely sore drained of energy, like he had just woken up the day after a marathon. That was the first thing that Edward was aware of when he woke up. That, and the fact that wherever he was, he was moving. Most probably in a car or a train, judging on the movement. Slowly, he was able to open his heavy eyes. His vision was blurred, but he was able to make a few things out. Firstly, he was in what seemed to be the back of a van. Secondly, he was laid on the floor of said van. Thirdly, for some reason, his arm and ribs were fixed, which he had no idea how that was even possible. And finely, there was someone sat opposite him. His vision was too bad to make out the fetchers, but it looked like a women. He closed his eyes again, his head was killing him with a throbbing headache, and the dizziness and the overpowering smell of iron wasn't really helping him.
'What the heck happened?' he thought. The last thing that he could remember was working out how to get out of Gluttony's stomach. He had just activated the transmutation circle and… 'Oh no. Did something go wrong!? What happened to Ling? And Envy? Though I'm not really that bothered about him. Did we get back? What the heck happened!?!?' He couldn't stop the wave of nauseating panic coming over him, nor his stomach doing a flip out of worry, not just for Ling, or for were he was, but about Alphonse.
He gave out a heavy sigh. 'Okay, its no use getting all worked up and worried. Whoever these people are, I can take them if I have to, right? I still wish I knew who they are though, and why they tied me up and kidnapped me!'
Suddenly, the more resent memories came rushing back to him. A group of people had yelled something at him and then chased him. Then they pinned him the ground and knocked his down. He tried moving his arms. Yeah, they had restrained him. 'Great. Just great! Who are these people?'
Suddenly, the van stopped. His eyes shot open. The vision of his eyes was much better then before. He was right, it was a girl in front of him. She had long, curly dark brown hair in a ponytail, and dark hazel eyes that were sharp and focused. On both her cap and her jacket were printed the letters 'N C I S'. Ed couldn't help but wonder what on earth that meant. She suddenly stood up, grabbed his left shoulder and hauled him up to his feet with little regard to his comfort. The back doors of the van were suddenly flung open, allowing a bright light to hit Edward, making him scrunch his eyes up for a second before opening them again. Stood outside the van were three other people, all of them were men. One had silver hair and a very strict, somewhat scary look to him. Another had brown hair and bright green eyes. It suddenly hit him that he had kicked him in the stomach before. 'I'd better stay away from him if I can help it!' The younger of the three was slightly rounder then the others, but not by much. He also had brown hair and soft eyes, and he didn't look nearly as threatening as the others. They all had the same letter printed on their hats and jackets.
"Move," ordered the women sharply, not letting her iron grip weaken on his jacket. Edward couldn't help but notice that she had a bit of a strange accent. He knew a lot better then to say 'no' to a girl like her, from personal experience. He followed her lead and exited the van, before being shoved in the elevator and followed by the other people. He had never been in one himself because they often broke down at headquarters and were very unreliable. As it began to move up, they started to talk to each other.
"What happened to Ducky?" asked the green-eyed man to the man with silver hair.
'Ducky? Is he worried about a duck or something?'
"He and Palmer managed to get the body out of there. She's in autopsy now." He answered, and Ed could have sworn that he shot a glare towards him. What had he done to tick them of so much?
The elevator suddenly stopped, made a little 'bing' noise, and the door opened up. He was absolutely amazed by the room they came into. It was a somewhat quite office, (probably because it was pretty late by this point,) which somehow reminded him of Headquarters. But it was far part that. There was so much amazing… whatever they were. The all look strange boxes with flashing screens. That first he thought that they might just be for show or something, but then he noticed that people were looking at with great intent and interest. They were also moving strange things around next to the boxes, but he wasn't sure why. But one thing that he was sure about was that he was probably a long way from home.
"Keep going," ordered the women again. Ed snapped back to reality, not realising that he had spaced out. He allowed the girl to carry on pushing him in the directing she wanted, which right now was down a corridor with lodes of door along the sides. She suddenly stopped outside one of the doors and the younger man opened it to them. Edward was then shoved into the small room, which only had a metal table, two plastic stairs on either side of it and a long mirror on the wall. The women suddenly let go of him before the shut the door behind them. He heard a sharp 'click' behind them. He was now locked in a small room by himself and still had no idea who these people were or where he was.
'Well if that isn't the filling in the great old sandwich that is my day! What I'm I supposed to do now?' A lot of options started to come to his mind. First of all, he could always fight his was out. He had a good hunch that he would be able to fight them if he had to. At least, he could for the men. As for the women… he wasn't so sure. She sort of reminded him of a cross between Teacher and Lt. Hawkeye, a very scary combination. Then he thought that if he talked to them, then they might let him go. But then again, when people usually chase, attack and kidnap you, they're not usually that friendly, and from what he'd seen of them, he guessed they weren't the nicest of people. So he was left with the last option. Say nothing. Maybe then there would be a chance of getting out. All right, that my not make much sense out loud, but he thought that if he didn't give them any information that they might want, they would let their guard down he could either run or fight. Giving a deep sigh, he flopped down on the chair opposite the large mirror. He was so tiered and hungry that he couldn't really think that well. Looking onto the mirror he suddenly became aware that he was still coated in blood. He shivered in disgust. The sooner he could get that stuff of, the better.
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"So, what's Gibbs going to do?" asked Ziva, who had been watching the blond through the two-way mirror for about 20 minuets. He had been able to shift his cuffed hands to his front by tucking then under his legs so that he could use his arms as a pillow for hid head. He did seem to be genuinely drowsy.
"He's letting him sit," answered Tony, who was still a little week from the kick he got a little while ago. It felt a lot worse then it should have. "So what do you think, Zee-Vah? You think that we got our guy?"
"I'm not sure… there's something different about him. Something that I can't quite put my toe on." She said, squinting her eyes slightly, as if she was trying to see something else.
"Finger, Ziva, its finger. And how so?"
"Well, if I knew then I wouldn't say that I couldn't but my to… finger on it, would I?" she snapped slightly. She wasn't the only one who was grouchy. They hadn't had much sleep lately and had worked their fingers to the bone trying to scrap together any evidence they could, and so far had barely anything, and now they caught there only suspect. Though if they had to be honest, they all thought it was the kid. Whether it was due to the fact that they were tired of searching for something they knew they might not be able to find, or that he was coated in blood or anything else they weren't sure, but they still strongly suspected him.
"Were is McGee anyway?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"Down in Abby's lab. She's going to have to come and collect he evidence from him later. She's really happy that we finely found a suspect."
Suddenly the door opened and Abby practically leaped in, like she sometimes did when she panicked. "Hey, guys! You okay? Timmy said that you got hurt Tony, are you all right? Did you catch the guy? Did you?" she asked, rambling like she often did.
"Abby! Abby, its okay, just calm down!" said Tony, putting his hands on her shoulders, trying to settle her. "Were fine. We caught… someone."
Abby gave a confused look and turned her head towards the two-way mirror. She was very surprised to see a sleepy teenager sitting in the interrogation room. But it turned into a frown. "Gibbs is letting him sit! Why? He's a murderer!" she wined, obviously annoyed at him. "Were is Gibbs anyway? I have to tell him something."
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As soon as Gibbs walked into the interrogation, the kid quickly sat back up from leaning on the metal table, pretending that he hadn't just been falling asleep. He started to very slowly walk behind him until he was leaning against the wall, looking at his reflection on the mirror. At first he was starring to star him out, but the kid simply glared back at him, his golden eyes glistening somewhat angrily. After 5 minutes of absolute silence, he realised that he wasn't going to get anywhere with that approach, and decided to do things a little differently. He moved again, this time sitting opposite him before he started to talk.
"You've really gotten yourself in some trouble, kid," he started, his voice quite and deadly serious. "I've got to admit it though, you had us running in circles all month. But what I want to know is what your name is and why you did it."
Even though the kid's expression didn't change, his eyes defiantly showed some confusion.
"What… did they annoy you? Did you even know them? Did you get a kick out of it? Do you think its some kind of a game? Did you have something against their husbands? Did you just wanted to know what it felt like? Do you just plain enjoy it?" Gibbs kept his voice calm through out the whole thing. True, they had no forensic evidences to link him to the murders yet, but if he could catch him out they wouldn't really need to.
This time his expression did change, raising one eyebrow in complete confusion. He had to hand it to the kid, if he was faking; he was a pretty good actor. But he still didn't say a word, which was irritating Gibbs further.
"Okay, I'm going to break this down nice and simple for you," Gibbs growled, leaning forward with a dangerous look in his eyes. "You're going to tell us how you did it, why you did and who you are before I do something that I might regret when we take your ass to court! We found you near the body of the latest victim, you ran from and attacked a federal agent and your covered in blood, so don't even try to deny the fact that you've killed those three women in the past month!" by this point he was shouting in complete rage.
As he was saying all of this, he got a slide show of the teenager's emotions. First was complete confusion. Then his face paled behind the dried bloodstains, and his eyes widened. Finely, his mouth turned into a snarl, his face reddening in anger, his golden eyes burning. He suddenly exploded. He stood straight up, sending his chair crashing to the ground, so that he was looming over the older man.
"YOU THINK I WHAT!?!?"
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