Washington DC, NCIS headquarters, November 3rd, 8:17am.

The NCIS squad's day started out fairly normal. They didn't have a case to work on, so they were tidying up some paperwork.

Well, Tim and Ziva where working on paperwork. Tony was spinning in his chair, looking extremely bored.

Gibbs stormed in looking determined. He marched over to his desk and picked up some paper that was coming out of his printer. He clicked his tongue before throwing the paper onto McGee's desk, before gesturing at Tony and Ziva that they were going somewhere.

"Take that to Abby and tell her to run some searches on the names. Meet up with us in the parking lot. Hurry, or we leave without you."

He turned around and walked to the elevator with Tony and Ziva at his heals.

"Where are headed, boss?"

"Lance got a call from a friend in the police department. They found an abounded warehouse recently occupied mercenaries, also ex-marines. There was a body of a lieutenant, and our mercenaries have been gone for not long."

Tony nods and Ziva lets out a sharp sigh. "We need to get there before they get comfortable. They will try to assert authority over us if they are left alone at the scene without us."

Tony nods, and Gibbs gets a sour look on his face, both knowing from experience that it might happen.

They head to their cars, and when they see McGee running to his car, they don't hesitate to get in and lead the way knowing McGee is with behind them now with his camera.

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Robin's POV

Gasps and talking is what startles me out of my slumber.

I quickly look to the door to see a bunch of police and detectives standing at the door gaping at me in shock. Shit! The idiots must have fled as soon as they finished the job, and forgot about me.

I keep my eyes glued to the door and and push myself against the wall when a man with short brown hair in his early 40's walks toward me slowly and crouches down a few feat away.

"What are you doing here buddy?"

I huddle closer in on myself. They're just gonna ditch me in some orphanage and I'll be kidnapped again, or they'll hurt me. I want them to go away!

"Look, it's okay, you're safe now. Why don't we get you out of those and you can tell us what happened?" The guy nods to the chain around my wrists.

I shake my head showing him to not come any closer, but he starts reaching towards me, so my reflexes kick in. Literally.

"Ow, shit!" The detective holds his, now broken, hand to his chest and the officers by the door rush over to him and drag him away from me. They start shouting at each other and keep gesturing towards me.

It's loud. They're shouting really loud and I don't like it! I cover my ears with my hands and small tears start escape my defences.

I'm about to start screaming until 4 people in matching jackets burst into the room. The man with silver hair steps forward and silences everyone in the room with his voice. "STOP! I don't know what exactly is going on in here but I do know that you are scaring the kid. Now all of you leave. We're NCIS, this is our investigation, you have no reason to stay. Go!"

The detectives vacate the basement quickly, and I'm left with with the 4 agents.

One is a woman with tanned skin and brown hair, and looks to be Israeli. There's a man with brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin, who looks part Italian. There's a man with brown hair and fair skin holding a camera and quickly taking pictures of the basement and me before putting it away. Then there's the silver haired man with light blue eyes who's definitely in charge.

'Silver hair' assess' me quickly before pulling out his badge. "I'm special agent Gibbs from NCIS. We're like the police, but we work on things to do with the navy. What's your name?" He crouches down but makes no indication of moving closer than a few feet from the wall opposite me.

He seems nicer than the other people. I remove my hands from my ears and wrap my arms around my legs. I don't trust them, but they feel safer. It can't hurt to tell them if I only give them my first name.

"Robin." I whisper, barely loud enough for them to hear, before tightening the grip around my legs.

"And how old are you, Robin?"

I lift up my hands to say '10' using my fingers and immediately wrap my arms back around myself once they've got it.

Gibbs clenches his fists slightly, and turns to the three behind him. "That's special agent Davids, special agent McGee and special agent DiNozzo. They work with me, and are just going to go sort out some things upstairs."

They each nod at their name before heading off up to the ground floor, probably to gather more evidence or sort out the detectives.

"What are you doing here, Robin?" He asks in a soft voice.

I shift and sniffle quietly. I don't want to answer that but I know I have to. "They took me. They wanted me to do some jobs for them. They made me steal stuff for 'em and hack systems. They left after killing that guy."

He looks surprised and slightly confused at first, but then looks angry, and I flinch involuntarily. He calms down quickly and looks up at me again. "Well, you won't have to do that stuff anymore, okay? We'll take you back to headquarters and away from here, and you can tell me what happened, okay?"

I shut my eyes and think for a moment. He didn't say anything about putting me in with social services or calling someone to collect me, so he's probably my best option. Besides, he's the first nice person I've talked to in a while. I feel like I can trust him for now.

I open my eyes and nod, before easily slipping out of the restraints. Gibbs looks startled by my effortless escape, but quickly gets over it.

I walk over to him and lift up my arms and make grabby motions with my hands. He smiles a little, and lifts me up easily and carries me with one arm.

I lay my head on his shoulder when he walks up the stairs, and shut my eyes. I haven't been carried like this for 3 years. It feels safe.

When he stops I look up from his shoulder to see his team looking at me curiously and with tiny smiles. I quickly duck my head back onto Gibbs' shoulder, hiding.

They start talking but I'm not listening, just shutting my eyes and enjoying the feeling of safety.

I lift up my head when I feel a tap on my shoulder, and Gibbs tells me that we're going to their headquarters.

When we get in the car, I'm reluctant to let go of Gibbs, but I sit down in the backseat anyway.

The drive isn't very long, and soon we are outside the NCIS Headquarters. I immediately latch to Gibbs' leg, and he leans down and lifts me up the same way as before carrying me with one arm. I keep my head up, this time, and clutch the fabric of his jacket in my hands tightly, scared that if I let go he'll leave.

Once he decides I'm settled, we head into the building.