Chapter 7: Am I Starting To Slip?

Tony walked into the bullpen and sat down. Ziva looked up to greet him.

"Good morning sunshine," Ziva laughed. "How is life?"

"Well I'm not dead yet am I," Tony looked around. "Speaking of which where is Gibbs?"

"He is in autopsy getting checked over before doing fieldwork," Ziva smiled. "You hit him pretty hard yesterday?"

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"Ah," Gibbs winced. "Careful Duck!"

"I'm sorry Jethro," Ducky shook his head. "I just don't know how Anthony could do something like this?"

"I know why Duck," Gibbs held his face and stood up. "He's right you know…"

"Right about what," Ducky asked cleaning his utensils. "Jethro?"

"The girl needs to know," Gibbs admitted to himself. "But, I have to follow protocol…"

"But," Ducky said. "You can always depend on Anthony to tell her himself."

"He doesn't need me to tell him that," Gibbs replied. "He doesn't need my permission, for all I know he's probably already told her?"

"Well right now from what I gather," Ducky replied. "He's sitting in the bullpen right now sweating buckets over what you're gonna do to him…so I wouldn't keep him waiting."

Gibbs stood up to leave, trying not to tug at the bandages that covered his cheek.

"What are," Ducky asked. "You going to do to him, Jethro?"

"Nothing for now," Gibbs replied. "I'm gonna keep this on the down low, treat it as if it's a normal day for now then I'll pick a time and place for him and I to talk privately."

"Whatever you want to do Jethro." Ducky smiled.

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Alyssa walked along the outside of the school building. She was nervous; she was meeting with her new friend Sydney and her friends today. She had never skipped a class before and wasn't really into starting, but this was important right?

She ducked behind the dumpster and waited until the second bell rang before re-appearing. She walked over to the back of the school and in the distance saw Sydney and about five other people. Alyssa walked over to them with a big smile on her face.

"Hey Alyssa," Sydney smiled, smoke from her cigarette pouring out of her lips. "This here's Audrey, Ray, Jeremy, Lauren, and Hannah."

"Hey guys," Alyssa waved and took her place beside Sydney. "I guess I'll be here?"

"Here," Sydney held out a cigarette to her. "Take one, you're gonna need it, it's gonna be a long day."

Alyssa didn't quite know what to do. She had never smoked a day in her life, but she didn't want to disappoint her new friends. She couldn't wuss out now.

"Sure," Alyssa took it and lit it; she had seen her dad light them before. "Thanks."

With one puff she breathed in and locked herself into a endless cycle of hell, but she didn't care. This is what her friends did and when in Rome…

Do as the Romans do!

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Tony looked worried as Gibbs walked into the bullpen still sporting a nasty bruise on his right eye from their encounter yesterday.

"We got a live one this time," Gibbs grabbed his stuff and stared a Tony for minute before continuing. "We are to interview Alyssa's dad today, one of us that is."

"Now," Gibbs continued walking towards the elevator. "Let's go quickly."

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Second bell had rung already and Alyssa had smoked four cigarettes. She coughed violently now.

"How's it going kid," Sydney asked, laughing. "How many do you normally smoke?"

"Oh," Alyssa lied. "Normally a whole pack, but today I just decided to cut down a little?"

"Hah," Ray laughed lighting up another one. "This here's my sixth!"

"Damn," Audrey said. "Damn bitch that's your sixth, I thought you were quitting?"

"Maybe tomorrow," he replied laughing. "Maybe tomorrow…"

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Gibbs walked along the cold stone hallway of the jail. He looked at the inmates that surrounded him as he walked along to find the one he was looking for. Prisoners called out, screamed at him, and threw things, but still on he walked.

He reached the jailhouse interrogation room. When he walked in, there sat the bastard who started this all.

"Hello Agent Gibbs," Alyssa's father smiled a sinister smile. "I guess today may be my lucky day?"

RNR

Well Alyssa's going down a bad road already! Can she turn herself around? When will Gibbs talk to Tony? What will Alyssa's father say about her?

More to come and answers to these questions?

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