You Can't Take Me

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Yea I really don't have much of an A/N now...I apologize for any grammer mistakes and yea I hope you enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think.

Chapter Three:

"Okay probies gather around, we have one dead Corporal and three other Corporals that have motive, but did they have the opportunity?" Tony questioned to Ziva and McGee before taking a bite of the pizza from the pie that was resting on his desk.

"Spears, Cooper, and Kelvin all reported disorderly conduct against Brent." Ziva said taking a sip of her soda, "So all three have motive."

"Yes but Spears and Cooper both were on a different line up than Brent and Kelvin, so the only time they came into contact was when the entire unit came together." McGee said. "And other marines that we questioned said that only one confrontation happened between Spears and Brent; he left her alone after that."

"But no one will explain what happened between Brent and Spears." Ziva countered. "Whatever happened between the two may be the motive for murder."

Corporal Rachel Kelvin glared at the two way mirror; she had been sitting there for thirty minutes and she couldn't stop her mind from racing. They never said anything about being question by the notorious NCIS team that would even resort to performing illegal acts, not that they haven't been convicted, to find the truth. Leaning back in the uncomfortable chair Rachel tried to think on what she can use to get the eyes off of her and onto Spears. That would make it easier to pin the monstrosity down forcing her to act like a human thus making it easier for Rachel to take Spears out.

The door opened making Rachel jump, Gibbs didn't say anything as he sat down and flipped open his small notebook leaving the file with her name on it untouched. Crossing her arms she adjusted her stance preparing herself for anything.

While this was happening Gibbs had sent McGee and Tony out to question Gunnery Sergeant Phillips who oversaw Spears and Cooper to try to get a better idea of what was going on. "Spears and Kelvin?" Phillips asked turning away from the soldiers that were performing drills to face Tony and McGee. "I do know that if they are in the same room to keep them on either end."

"Why's that?" McGee asked.

"She just hates Spears and Cooper." Phillips explained. "Considering where Cooper and Spears family comes from and where Kelvin's family comes from I'm not surprised that there was friction from the get go."

"What do you mean?" Tony asked.

Phillips stares at the two agents before saying "Spears is the daughter of Dr. Jonathan Spears, famous archeologist, and Cooper's family is in the oil rig industry, but you wouldn't tell from looking at them."

Tony and McGee looked at each other causing Phillips to chuckle "Cooper and Spears were reluctant to tell their fellow marines their family history, since once you say you come from a well endowed family you automatically think that they got whatever they wanted when they were younger."

"Did they react like that?" McGee asked.

"At first some acted like that, but their team didn't treat them any differently and soon after people just accepted it." Phillips answered simply shrugging his shoulders. "From what they talked about their part time jobs they had when they were in school I don't think much was handed to them by their parents."

Rachel gasped when the burlap bag was pulled off her head. "What the hell is going on?" the voice demanded not giving the marine any time to get her bearing. "Brent's dead, NCIS is closing around your neck and that thing is still walking around like it owns the world. What the hell were you thinking killing Brent?"

"He blew the mission." Rachel stammered pulling at the ropes that bind her to the wooden chair. "He tried to sleep with her by blackmailing her. I had no choice."

The voice was silent for a moment before a sigh "An acceptable loss however you cannot fail us, you must kill that thing sooner rather than later."

"How can I with NCIS bearing down at us? Not even Evelyn can act as America's historian with them around." Rachel asked hating how she sounded so whiney. Then again she was tired, she had been interrogated for three hours and on top of that it started raining when she got out.

"With this." A clatter sounded before a syringe filled with red liquid rolled towards her, stopping before it got two inches to the end of the table. "We managed to get this only sample before the samples disappeared; this is the only chance you will have. Don't blow it."

"What does it do?" Rachel asked.

"It's a sample of American's historian's blood it will give you the same strength as the historian, use it wisely for you only have one shot." The burlap bag was shoved over Rachel's head and a pricking of a needle in the back of her neck, then the world fading into darkness.

Hetalia! Hetalia! Hetalia!

America leaned back in his seat watching his historian slowly eat her dinner. He didn't say anything watching her wrap the noodle's around her fork and carefully bring the forkful to her mouth. It was a slow process since she couldn't use a spoon to keep the noodles on the fork, but he didn't say anything since he had a will to live, or sleep in the bed at least. Nodding to the waiter who took away his empty plate that once held a large hamburger and fries he then ordered the largest brownie Sunday then went back to watching his historian.

"You're staring." Evelyn muttered looking up from her plate into familiar blue eyes.

America just grinned and said "Well I haven't seen you in nine months so what do you expect? We also didn't get a lot of time together when you came back from your first tour."

Evelyn tried not to wince. Even though America had said that he was more than willing to let her join the marines, but she still felt like she wasn't acting like a proper historian should. This was the main reason why she wasn't signing up for another contract. "I know and I can't wait for the investigation to be over with."

"Same here, I want to take you to Hawaii for some fun and sun." America said as the dessert came and was placed between the two.

"Is this another bid for you to teach me how to surf?" Evelyn asked thanking the waiter before grabbing a spoon and taking the first bite of the brownie.

"It will be fun!" America said "I still can't believe that you haven't gone surfing."

Evelyn rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. The two things she has yet to do, surfing and snowboarding, but her nation seemed determined to make Evelyn do anything and everything. Which was thoughtful on America's part, but he wanted to jump from one activity to the next. It was enough to drive Evelyn insane, but snowboarding would mean she would get to visit Canada. One of the countries that she never had a chance to visit just yet.

Though relaxing on sandy beaches sounds just wonderful at the current moment, sighing Evelyn finished off her half of the brownie and tossed the spoon back onto the plate. America finished off his cola and held out a hand to Evelyn to help her from her chair. Making sure that he wasn't anywhere near her injured shoulder he wrapped his arm around her waist as the duo walked out of the restaurant. "Dude when can you take off the brace?"

"I'm bullet resistant America not everything proof, it will be a couple more days before I can begin therapy to build up my muscles." Evelyn sighed rolling her eyes.

"…it's taking too long."

"Everything takes too long for you America."

"Are you trying to imply something?"

"Now why would I do that?"

"'Cause you can be mean like that."

Evelyn rolled her eyes but didn't try to wipe the grin from her face, "I do it because I love you and because I'm making sure that your ego doesn't get as big as Prussia's, god knows how big his ego is."

"At least I'm still a country."

…

Evelyn hoped that America wouldn't say that around the ex-nation. That wouldn't end well. But it would…no, no it wouldn't end well.

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