Disclaimer: See chapter three.
On the Inside:
Why I was doing this, I didn't know. Maybe, after all the years of being the coldhearted assassin that everyone claimed me to be, I finally had a heart. Maybe, I didn't, maybe I just wanted the thrill of the hunt again. I was told to take a vacation, and I had chosen Portugal. After a few weeks though, I had started to go insane with nothing to do.
I was slung to the ground in a room that was cold and bare, hitting the concrete hard. I didn't make a sound. The training that Andrew Barclay had taught me came out. Had I been tortured before? Yes, it was part of my training to be the best that I could be. Had I ever snapped while being tortured? Yes, and I had suffered for it, I had watched someone I loved die in front of me, and I made sure to never snap again.
The door slammed closed and I sat up once the footsteps became fainter as my captors receded down the hall. Looking around I saw a woman with dark hair in a corner. Bruises and blood covered her body.
"Agent Blye?" I asked quietly wishing my voice would sound more comforting than it did. I wasn't trained to provide comfort to anyone though; I was trained to kill and to keep my emotions like those of a killer.
"Yes? Who are you?" said the voice. I heard her try to push the fear out of her mind and voice. This was one tough NCIS agent, especially for a woman. No wonder Callen wanted her back.
"My name is Alexandria Brookes. I'm a friend of Callen's" I said rising and going towards her. I heard her sigh in relief when she heard the familiar name.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm here to keep you company until the cavalry arrives" I said with a small smile on my face. I got closer and saw she had bruises on her face and a black eye along with a busted lip.
"The cavalry?" she asked shifting. I heard her let out a gasp on pain and I began to get worried.
"Callen and his team are here looking for you. They'll find us soon" I promised as I sat beside her, leaning against the wall.
"Do you mind if I see how far the extent of your injuries is?" I asked moving towards her.
"Be my guest, but if you're not a doctor, you probably won't find anything" Agent Blye said.
I began to prod her gently in the stomach and felt her let out a hiss of pain. She had at least one rib broken, possibly more. I stopped then not knowing if any piece had broken off. I didn't want one of the pieces to puncture her lungs. I took her face in my hands and felt her wince in pain again, and I saw the discoloration on her jaw, it was broken.
"You have at least one rib broken, possibly more, I wouldn't move too much. I don't know if you have any pieces of rib broken off, and I don't want to take the chance of you puncturing a lung. You're jaw is also broken" I said turning to her.
"My ankle is broken is too" she said.
"How do you know so much about these kinds of injuries? You don't look like a doctor" Kensi asked and I felt her wince beside me.
"You probably won't believe me, but I've had far worse injuries then you have had over my lifetime" I said.
"How exactly do you know Callen?" she asked after a while.
"He's…an old friend" I said slowly not knowing what he was to me anymore. Years ago he was my partner, then my lover, now I didn't know what he was to me.
"You two had a past huh?" she said.
"You could say that" I said before quickly moving away from her as the door opened. I sat and watched the man come towards me. I let him drag me by my hair, not fighting; I needed to stay as close as I could to Agent Blye when Callen and his team came to rescue her. They would need my help.
"Who are you working for?" the man asked after he chained me to ceiling.
"No one" I answered truthfully. I had left the CIA long ago and was now rogue. I did my own thing, the only thing I knew how to do, and that was to kill. I felt a strong blow to my ribs.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Alexandra Burrows" I answered. That was the name I was using while here in Portugal. These men, whoever they were, could easily go do a background check and find anything they wanted about me. They could even find out that Alexandra Burrows and a Labrador retriever named Jackson at her home in Miami, Florida.
I felt another blow to my body and then he grabbed me by the throat and pulled me close. "You're telling a bunch of lies. I will find out who you are and what you're doing here" he whispered before letting me go and storming out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
"Well isn't he quite a peach" I said sarcastically as I maneuvered my body so that I would be able to turn and face Agent Blye.
"Who are you really? FBI? CIA?" Agent Blye asked me from where she was sitting.
"I'm just a ghost Agent Blye" I answered.
"Well, then you should call me Kensi" she said.
After a while I began to lose some feeling in my arms, but that was the least of my worries. Kensi had gone silent a few hours earlier, and then I had heard her deep breathing indicating she had gone to sleep, but now, she was completely silent.
"Do you think they will actually find us?" she said suddenly.
"Callen will find us, that I am sure of" I said slowly.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"Callen was always one who had impeccable timing when it came to rescuing people" I said with a small smile.
"He's rescued you before?" she asked.
"Several times, but mostly, it was the other way around. He was always one for thinking he could do things on his own. He didn't want to accept my help, especially since I was much younger than he was" I said with a hint of a smile.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"He saved my life" I answered going back to the past.