The second chapter is here! WoOt! *jumps around house singing NCIS theme song*

Like I said, I do-*SWAT team comes and surrounds house*-don't own NCIS...*SWAT team leaves*...damn...

Waking up from my sleep, I noticed a couple of things. One, most of my weapons had been removed. Along with them, my shirt was gone, leaving me in my lacy black bra and a hospital gown. Luckily, they left my jeans on. I so wasn't walking around this place with just a gown and underwear on. And I could feel both knives and my back-up gun, a Bersa Thunder 380, still in place.

Slowly, I leaned over and tried touching my toes. Pain laced up my side when I tried. Hissing, I gently lifted the gown to see my entire midsection wrapped in a bandage. I never really though about how serious my injury was. I've been injured so many times in my life already it doesn't matter anymore.

I hopped down from the metal slab I was on. From the blueprints I stole from The Facility, I recognized this room as autopsy. I laughed to myself. I'm guessing it was a rare occasion for a living person to be stitched up in here. Making sure that the gown covered my goods, I walked out of autopsy straight to the elevator.

I pressed the button, and the door dinged open without any waiting. Good, because I don't have time to waste. Eerily, when I looked down at the floor of the elevator, you could still see the blood stain where I happened to lay not that long ago.

Or has it been awhile? Oh my fucking god, I have no idea how much time passed while I was out! Shitty Mcshit shit! The team could be here any minute!

As usual, I started pacing around like a madman in the elevator. One of my bad habits whenever I start freaking out. Never could get rid of it.

Once again, the elevator dinged to tell me that I'm at my stop. As soon as the doors opened, I zoomed out, swerving my head left and right trying to find my dad again. Instead, I saw the silhouettes of two of the people that were behind him at the elevator. The third one was sleeping at his chair.

Sprinting down the aisle, I ran straight to the opening of their little bullpen area. The guy who was at the desk in front of me looked up, and literally jumped up from his chair and stood in front of me.

I have to say, he was pretty hot. His short brown hair was casually spiked up on the top of his head. The suit he was wearing didn't hide the fact that this dude had some muscle. Looking at his face, I saw a mischievous smirk and mesmerizing green eyes. Already I could tell this guy was a major player.

"Hello, I don't think we've been properly introduced. The name's DiNozzo. Tony DiNozzo," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake. His eyes roamed me up and down. Shivers ran through my entire body, and I was self-consciously reminded that all I had on was a thin gown and jeans. I haven't felt like this since HIM. And that ended oh-so well.

I laughed at him. "Nice try, Tony. But it'll take a lot more than using a line from Bond to impress me."

He pulls his hand away and looks somewhat disappointed as he walks back to his desk.

I look the other was and see the lady at the desk next to me. She looked somewhat familiar, in a sense that I had seen someone that looked like her before. It was obvious that she was foreign, and from somewhere in the Middle East. She stands up and walks over to me, putting her hand out to shake too.

"Hi. I'm Ziva David. Are you looking for Gibbs? It seems like the only reason you would have come up from autopsy," she says.

"Yeah I need to talk to Gibbs. Where is he?" I say, looking around the office while shaking her hand.

"Selena!"

In a flash, I took one of my knives from the back of my jeans and pulled it out on my dad.

"Damnit! You can't do that to me Gibbs!" I scolded him, while putting the knife away.

He ignored me and asked," What are you doing out of autopsy?"

"Doesn't matter right now. How long was I out?" I ask.

"Only for a couple hours. What's the big deal?"

Couple hours? Shit, they're probably already here. "Fuck this isn't good," I muttered.

"Selena, what the hell is going on?" my dad yelled at me.

By then, Ziva and Tony were listening in on our conversation. The third guy was still asleep at his desk.

"There's a team of assassins coming to DC," I tell my dad. "They're here to eliminate your team, and anyone that's worked with you."

DUM DUM DUMMMMM! Semi-cliffhanger I left you guys at...don't hate me!

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