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Chapter 4: Open your eyes
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The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
My eyes were closed. The lyrics of this song echoed in my head. The day I found out I was pregnant I've heard this song. From the moment I've memorized the melody I loved it. I loved every word that was sung. I loved the band Snow Patrol for singing it. The day I heard this song made me open my eyes. But now it changed. Seconds passed by. Time went by. I didn't know. I kept my eyes closed, so I couldn't see where I was. I couldn't see what I did. I couldn't see the mess I made. I did what I was told without thinking about the consequences. I thought about plans to get out of here. But how? Building a bomb and get out of here. Shooting the person who held me hostage and steal the key. Stab him and steal the key. Good ideas, but unrealistic. Suddenly I remembered something, my father had told me. Always have a second plan. But how could I get out of my prison? I was locked in here. This small cell was hell, but it was heaven compared with my personal hell. It was heaven compared with how my life would be after I got out here. I lied to the people I loved. They should get away from, the liar. And they got away from me, I ran away. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I heard his foot steps on the ground. The noise of his laughing echoing from the walls. I wasn't afraid. And I opened my eyes.
"Have you found out who is his mother?" Ziva asked. McGee shook his head.
"Have you found out who keeps the DNA away from us?" Tony asked. Abby shook her head.
"Great." Ziva sighed. She had no plan. Everything went wrong.
"And now?" Nobody knew an answer to this question.
"What about his father or any other family members?" Ziva asked.
"Not easy to find, I already try." Abby's answered wasn't very motivating.
"Go home, Ziva. The little boy should sleep in a bed and not in a baby carrier. And you need sleep too. I'll call you if we get anything." Ziva nodded and took Samuel. Behind her she heard a loud noise. She turned around and the monitor flashed.
"We've got a winner. And the contest "Who is the father of the little boy called Samuel" won… Alek Petrow. Russian Mafia; accused of murder and arms deal. I would take away my son from this guy too." Tony said. Everyone shared his opinion. Abby looked at Sam, but she couldn't see anything typical "Russian".
"Where can we find him?" Ziva asked.
"He stays in a hotel here in D.C." McGee told her.
"I'll ask him, if he wants to visit us." Tony added. Everyone agreed in his plan.
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It's short, but I tried really hard and I hope you like it. I try to update in the next few days. Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, unfortunately. I don't own the song "Open your eyes". It belongs to Snow Patrol. I just love this song.