~I know... another shortie. I've had a lot of those lately. Sorry about that. Chapter 5 will be that way too but hopefully chapter 6 is longer.~ D.J.M

Chapter 4, next day, Saihah's P.O.V

"You remember who to go to if there is an emergency and I'm gone?" Ziva asked me as we approached the base.

"Yes," I replied quietly.

"And remember, Abby - Abby just needs some time. Try not to bother her, okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you know how to read English?"

I blushed slightly. "No,"

"We'll have to work on that," Ziva said, getting out of the car.

I paused. "Who are they?"

"Who?"

"The three other people who have desks."

"Well, there's Tony, McGee, and Gibbs."

"Oh," I said.

"Gibbs is the one who asked you about the case that first day."

And the one who was talking with Abby about me. I didn't say anything more, just tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I do that a lot when I'm nervous about something.

I went downstairs again while Ziva and the others were gone about 'witnesses'. I didn't go to the level that Abby was on, but the one below it. There was a sign next to the door and I could hear a man talking.

I walked in as quietly as I could. "Hello?"

The man turned to face me. His skin was slightly wrinkled and he was wearing a light blue. "Ah, and you would be the niece."

I nodded and then looked around the room. Nobody else was there. "Who were you talking to?" I asked him.

"I talk to the bodies," he said, gesturing behind him.

"You have bodies in here?" I walked around the other side of the steel table.

"But of course! This is autopsy." he laughed as he said this.

"Is that what the sign says?"

"Yes," he said,picking up something.

I sank down onto the floor. "You are uncomfortable. Why?"

"Let's just say I've had some bad experiences with your father," he said as he sliced through the body.

"Haven't we all," I muttered. All at once, I scrambled to my feet, trying to look powerful. "How did you know who I was?"

He shrugged. "I believe Jethro may have mentioned it," he said. "But other than that I don't know much about you. What's your name?"

I sighed. "My given name is Saihah Haswari. No middle name or initial. My friend, he called me Akela because he thought it suited me better." And before I knew what I was doing, the last part, the secret not even Karam knew, I told to this stranger. "But if I could choose any name in the world, I would wish to be called Lisa, because it makes me think of a beautiful waterfall glistening in the sun." My eyes sparkled when I said this. I know because sometimes when I would think about it, Karam said my eyes looked like stars.

Then man thought about this a moment. "Well, I do agree that Lisa is a pretty name.

"And you are Duck?" I asked him, hoping I had gotten it right.

He chuckled. "Close. They call me Ducky."

I stared at him blankly. "Do you hate me?"

"I don't see how I can, considering I met you not too long ago."

"Then why does everyone else?"

He sighed. "I suspect it might have something to do with your father killing someone we were all very close to."

I looked down. "I didn't know about that."

"It will pass over."

I heard a car outside. "I should probably go," I said as I ran out of the room.

"It was nice speaking with you," Ducky called.

I stopped at the doorway and smiled. "Thank you,"