Some trivia: I got the idea to writing this story when I spent two weeks vacations in Salamca, Spain. I visted the cathedral and worked out the whole 'Hunt' while walking through the streets. Nearly all details, like street and bar names, posters, writings on walls, drain pipes, stone walls, statues pointing somewhere, hotels and parks do really exist there but I only matched it with a story. But no, I never passed the wooden door in the cathedral. And everything like the dead marine are just made up. But the Jesus figure, the altar and the four agents from the last chapter are really in that church.

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Chapter 2

I go outside and the sunlight blinds me first. I search my sunglasses and only after putting them on I can look around. Tony does the same and we notice that we went out through a side exit. "Come here" I see and nod over to the right. It's already midday and the tourists sit in the cafés. We step over an iron chain and jump down to the street. Here, it's warmer than in the church and sun is in zenith.

I estimate 35 degrees centigrade. I notice again that I sweat under my NCIS jacket but I have to wear it. We walk down the street. And stay in front of where the street splits into two streets.

"I take this street and you that one", Tony suggests and we agree to meet us where the two streets meet again. "Tony" I whisper suddenly. I look at a stone writing at the wall of the house left to us.

There we find a small, tiny piece of paper: "They find together again" I read and he bags the card into a plastic bag and puts the piece of evidence into his pocket. I walk through the street alone, the living one.

Uncountable people drink their coffees in the cafés where drinks are twice as expensive as usual. It's too loud in contrast to the silent church. Left to me only chairs and right to me souvenir shops, each of them different prices and the tourists have to compare each shop with every else.

Only the price of the pullover of the famous University of Salamanca is everywhere the same (14,95€, some put the name on the back for free).

I'm astonished by all those postcards, frogs, ranas, typical for the city and they bring good luck, especially when a student sees one, he has luck during his exams. It reminds me on La Grenouille, however. Pullover in all colors, blood red, dark blue, light blue, light grey, black, light pink, pink, for children. [… Something about painting on the walls which can't be thought of in DC] I notice the glances of tourists, nobody here know 'NCIS'.

I ignore them and continue walking. Here are shadows and I look up into the blue sky without a single cloud. Three souvenir shops directly next to each other. I arrive at the point where the streets come together again and discover Tony who's waiting for me. We both stare at the same point, a metallic statue, a sitting man in front of a triangle shaped pond, ten centimeters deep with water, I recognize stones and underwater lamps, looking toward the statue, probably shining at night. The man is holding a paper in his hand and two birds are sitting on it, one on his head as well.

"Here the streets are meeting again," I explain and point from the statue to the artificial pond. Suddenly we see a little ship out of folded paper and a plastic bag containing the calling card we searched.

"SON IS ELEPE F?" Tony reads surprised. "Anagram?"

"No idea", I admit and look around. "SON can be both Spanish and English. IS is English in every case but ELEPE I somehow know."

I ask a guy on the street and shortly after that return to Tony. "ELEPE is elepé. There rings a bell, Tony?"

"No…it doesn't…"

"Ele, Pe!"

"LP?"

"Grammaphone record, disk" I say and look around. "Let us walk on" I propose and we go down the street. Suddenly we see a little place where a Spanish guy sells earring and disks. "Let's look for F" Tony says and we start skipping through them.

He pulls out another paper. "Calle" he reads out.

"Street" I translate.

"We're here. This street shouldn't be far away…" he mutters.

"There. Felipe Espino!" I say. An anagram, can't be a coincidence and we start walking again.

No more tourists any more in this street. We walk downward the hill and I check my gun. We arrive at a cross-way and I ask where to go. "Straight ahead" Tony decides and we continue. We pass the bar Colón, the accent's missing on the writing and I recognize a painted boat, why not three?

I see posters of Tuesday's Wet T-Shirt Contest for women and Strip Contests for men, Wednesday is Beer Pong in the Irish Rover. We come to the end of the street, Hotel Torre de Clavero. No idea what it means but I look at Tony. Where now? Tony walks on, finds another paper under the O of Clavero. "Colón: The journey is the destination" he reads. "We just passed Bar Colón."

I shook my head. "No, over there's a statue of Columbus" I say and we take out a map. And don't let me lie, there's a park called Colón, with a statue pointing the way to America. We walk on, through a small street and around to edges and arrive at a new street. Stone wall on our right but suddenly Tony stops.

"What?" I ask and turn around. "The journey is the destination" he says and I follow his look. Directly next to us there's a hole in the stone wall, a rain gutter probably.

It doesn't rain here, especially not in summer and I put down my sunglasses. I recognize something red and have a closer look, I see bloody meat. A separated hand, clean and very professionally made.

"It wasn't cut off here. Or there would be traces of blood. It was brought here. You go on, I'll call Gibbs" Tony says and I nod silently.

I put on my glasses again and walk on to the park which is already right to me, but behind the stone wall. I walk up the stairs toward the statue which I already see. I search for a new piece of paper, another hint but I don't find anything. Until I stand in front of Columbus and see that he really points into one direction, like the statue in Barcelona. I follow his arm and discover a small street. Without hesitation I walk toward it.

I think I was too fast when I recognize it as a dead end. Nobody's here, it's too silent, no soul gets lost here. I look at the blue sky and the bright sun and I see that the street goes on to my left and to my right. In front of me two doors with branches painted on them, in black on white background and upside down, Ying and Yang I think. I look to my right and feel my mouth dropping open.

I look around. Nobody here and quickly I walk toward the body. He sits at the garage door and everything is sprayed colorfully. I sigh and examine the body. I don't find a piece of paper, I'm surprised if this is meant to be the end. I touch the head of the corpse (of course, I have already my gloves put on) and find something more than just sprayings on the wall. The body is in perfect condition, the same poison like Admiral Connor was killed with, we later find out, although the right hand of this marine here is missing.

The poison Rizin, mixed in an unpolar liquid and in high concentration leads to death within thirty to sixty minutes. I look again at the letters which were written at the wall, later found out by Mr. Palmer that the murderer used gloves to write Alpha and Omega with the blood of his victim. Beginning and end. The beginning is the end. I think for a short while, then call Gibbs.

I tell him what happened and that I'm going to return to the cathedral, where it began and where it will end. Gibbs agrees and send McGeek who arrives twenty minutes later. I nod toward him and go back. Suddenly, I notice a writing "Tomorrow comes today" in light blue writing on the house wall and I wonder if it was there before (Yes, I really wondered because it was really [!] written in English and scared me a bit, because I didn't see it when I went there.).

I walk on and don't care. I walk back to the cathedral which is still marked with Crime-Scene-Do-not-pass-tape. No NCIS agents are here anymore, only the local police. I see that the bodies already have been removed and I hope that Ducky can perform the Autopsy here in Spain or at least watch it.

I enter the cold church and put down my glasses. I wonder what Alpha and Omega have to mean but I don't find anything. Why the hell was Admiral Connor just found here, last night? He was atheist and didn't like any house of god. But suddenly I see, I get the idea. He wasn't the one who was supposed to end up here. It was us. We should come here. Why are we in Salamanca?

Why am I here, in this church? Alpha and Omega, Alpha and Omega, Alpha and Omega, Alpha and…candles. My glance stops at the candles. Damn it, why haven't I thought about this earlier? I run to the guy in charge of the church who's talking to a police officer. I ask where the candles for the services are stored. He says that would be in the cellar and he gives me the key. He shows me the direction but his Spanish accent is really strong. I thank and run to the wooden door in the mid which I have already admired earlier.

The door is not easy to open but it works. I close the door but find no light switch. Luckily I've got a torch, like a good Special Agent. I lightens and I shriek when I see that I'm right on the top of a staircase and that one step further would have made me stumble and fall down. I walk down the small spiral stairs and think about that I should have called Gibbs earlier.

Here, I don't have any bars, no surprise but I don't want to return yet. After a while I reach solid ground and walk on. There are old cupboards and a door. Somewhere the candles have to be.

I open an old cupboard which isn't locked. Cupcake, the Easter candles, signed with a calling card on top of them. "No wall is too solid for you, Ziva" I read and am surprised. How does he know my name? I look around, expecting a sort of poltergeist (haha, Poltergeist is a German word…just wanted to mention it ;) ) No I'm officially scared. I examine the wall and with a string kick a few stones break down.

Carefully I open a hole in the wall. I'm scared that everything could just break down but suddenly I found this secret chamber in the mid of an old church. Fascinating. I turn around one whole time but then enter it. Suddenly I hear steps but before I can turn around again to see who's there, I smell something funny, something wet is pressed on my nose and mouth, Chloroform (In the German original I falsely wrote Chlorophyll^^) I think in the last moment and then my vision goes black.

In exactly this moment I knew what I've done wrong. What I've always done wrong, Ari, CIRay, I fell in love with the wrong guy. I never knew who he really was and I would never find out, but he reminded me so much on CIRay, the only reason why I came so close to him. And that was my mistake. I was scared that nobody would ever find me down here, but the whole Hunt was made because of me, no, I was going to be found.

Unfortunately, I didn't know yet, who. But it had been so obvious, I stumbled from one love affaire to the next, this guy looking like CIRay, his black hair and then this sweet CBI-counselor, this blonde guy,

but who of the two was it now, who betrayed me?

One more chapter to go, The Mentalist is still missing, but Jane's gonna turn up next chapter :D

Please review :) (I hope I didn't translate the whole story for nothing because I originally wrote it in German. The original, by the way, is a bit longer because I left out some details in here as it is really not so easy to translate. This is a lousy translation, I know. I can talk better English than that. But I needed to do it fast and I hope you enjoy and understand the story anyway :DD )