Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, NUMB3RS or Criminal Minds.

Warnings and Thing to Be Aware of: There maybe spoilers, character deaths, torture scenes and ridiculous laughing nonsense. The timeline is a little messed up as well the point of view is constantly switching. I hope you enjoy. This is my first fan fiction so any useful advice is appreciated.

Flashback: Napper One

My name is Billi-Jo and I was fifteen years old when it started. My brother came home from school one day with panic in his eyes. He told me what had happened, his best friend Kyle Town, was killed. He left; he went to the cabin on our land. The first place the police came too our house. They were looking for my brother but he wasn't there. I claimed not to know anything but they didn't believe me. There were these two F.B.I agents named Colby Granger and Don Eppes. Don said to me, "If you do not tell us where he is then you could lose him forever, we only want to talk to him." This seemed convincing to me. I figured that this would my turn to clear his name and help him out like he has done for me, but it still seemed like something was up. I started to talk; I told them he was at a cabin in the forest. I also said that he stopped in after school. I decided not to tell them about what he told me before he left. When they returned the guy; Colby, came to talk to me as I was hiding in the closet. With all the recent activity concerning my brother, my parents had been unable to drink so they were throwing verbal blows instead of the usual physical ones. Colby knelt down and looked me in the eyes and said my brother was dead. This was when my world crumpled. My protector/mentor was dead. I stared back at him; emotionless. My anger cancelled out my sadness. This is what I get for trying to help, pushing past this I needed to ask why? He told me that when they bust in the door he had a gun pointed at them, so they shot. Just like that, they took his life, didn't even give him a chance to explain. I knew the truth; he kept the gun in case Dad went looking for us in his alcohol induced rage. I also knew the truth about the case; it was Kyle Town's girlfriend that killed him. My brother figured they would never believe this as he witnessed it. When the F.B.I. said they wanted to talk to him I figured they wanted a witness statement. I tried to fight for my brother's rights saying that the F.B.I. had no right to shoot him. It didn't go anywhere, but I learned Don Eppes had a little brother; Charlie. This was when I started looking at revenge; A brother for a brother.

My revenge would have to wait till I had more skills and ability. It was with the exclamation that I figured I would join into the marines. They however, would not accept me until I was 18 unless I got parental consent, which I knew I wasn't going to get. So I cleaned up the cabin in the woods. Cleaned up my brother's blood with my own hands, I figured this would be a great time to start training to be emotionless. I made sure the entire time I cleaned up his blood I didn't let one tear show. I knew I would have to live in the cabin, since there was no one to protect me at my parent's house any more. I also decided to join the local rifle and pistol clubs, to improve my aim, and I took defence classes. I got a job so I could buy food. When I wasn't at school, a club or work, I was training to track and run like a ghost in the woods.

The years seemed to drag on. I learned to live with nature and test myself. My marks in school were exceptionally high for our area. Finally I graduated, they day after I signed up. They said they would fly me to Quantico to begin training. I was the only girl there. However I learned quicker and was a better shot right off the start. I soon passed the regular course and asked to do the sniper course. I passed everything with flying colors making many amazing shots. As soon as I finished training they sent me to Iraq. Here I witnessed things that forever changed my perspective on the way people treat each other. I watched interrogations. The tactics they used were dark. I however was quick to accept the facts and I learned how they used them. I also met a couple of friends G.G. and Sammy P. They were the first friends I ever had. I also learned about this sniper Ian Edgerton. I never really seen him but his work was every where.

Finally my time in the marines was over. I had both good times and bad. I learned that friends are not necessary, both Sam and G.G. left as soon as we were out of the corp. I also started my research about one Charlie Eppes. I knew that I would need some money to keep everything going so I got a job on the SWAT team. It was this job that lead me to my first accomplish; Delaney. Her parents had been killed by Mark Ripper. Her parents were marines, just like me. We had been so close to catching him so many times that everyone was very frustrated and mad. Using my sources that I had built up I managed to find him. There wasn't much I could do but follow him and try to protect those he was after. He phoned in on the station hotline and said we only had one more victim to catch him with. I continued to follow him on the night he was supposed to kill someone. He went to his place to change into a pizza delivery outfit. Then he went to the local Dominoes and stole a delivery truck. He had empty pizza boxes in the vehicle. He went to the house. A girl opens the door. She screamed and yelped about a spider. Another girl appears in the doorway, Delaney. She recognized him. She yells "run" but it's too late, gunshots ring in the night air. The friend falls, I have little time to act. I jump onto the balcony and entered through the bedroom window. Here it is a stand off between Mark and Delaney. Well not really; Delaney doesn't have a gun. Mark twitches, I shoot. I call my team and say I was out for a drive when I heard gunshots and a scream. They cleared me, however Delaney was in shock. I took her back to my place. We talk. She tells me about how she knew who he was and what his intentions were. She talked about contacting the police on multiple levels and locations but no one would believe her. She looked me in the eyes and I knew she would want revenge. I told her my story and we started to bring NCIS into our plan. NCIS was the major group on the case because he was a fan of killing naval families. Using my police contacts I figured out who would be the most vulnerable to take from NCIS. We knew that we would have to start preparing a place to take our hostages. Delaney had to do most of it because it was easier to drop off the grid. I continued to work. It wasn't that long after I met Delaney that I met Laurie and Casey. They were also victims of a serial killer. They were twins but totally opposite. They heard about Delaney because they had gone to the same high school. They also studied all officers associated with the case. They recognized me and asked if I knew where she was. They asked to join us. They were looking for revenge against the BAU because they failed to find their parents in time though they were arrogant and cocky. Laurie and Casey remembered the cool green eyes of the killer as the BAU and SWAT enter the house and the way the crimson blood poured out of their mother's neck coating the walls and floor. I personally didn't witness this because I was in position across the street with my sniper rifle.