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BPOV
I woke up with what could be considered the worse headache ever. I felt like someone was constantly beating me upside the head, although, that is what probably happened since it hurt to move my head even slightly. I heard a door opening my left. I didn't want to move, but I had to. I slowly sat up on the cot that I was confined to and look at the man that was now standing at the door. He had an evil grin on his face and had a glint in his eye. Then I notice the knife that he had in his hand. Ari walked slowly toward me keeping a smile on his face. He brought out a key; a key that would unlock me from my confinement to the cot. He put the key into the hole of the hand cuffs, and as soon as he turned the key, unlocking them, I quickly got up from the bed and made a break for the door that was still open. Of course, being the klutz that I am, tripped half way to the door. This gave Ari enough time to close the door and turn his attention back to me.
"Trying to escape, are we?" he asked in his sickening voice.
Instead of answering, I slowly tried to crawl toward a corner of the room, to curl up into a ball, but I wasn't as fast as I thought I would be already skinning my knee on the hard cement floor. To make matters worse, he grabbed my angle and dragged me to the center on the room, making he hit my face on the floor with a loss of balance. He turn me over so that I had to look into his eyes; eyes that we fill with the rage of me trying to escape him twice. Ari slowly move his hand back, but quickly sent in forward in to my face. He did this several times to the point that he broke skin. I smell the rust of my blood as in trickled down my face. He looked like he was going to hit me again when I heard a buzzer that went of twice.
Ari looked up his smile slowly leaving his face, but then quickly coming back. He had yet to look at me from the place that he was staring at on the wall. I looked toward where he was staring and saw a screen that I had not noticed before in my attempts to escape. On the screen, I saw my uncle with his gun held out coming toward a door that looked similar to the one that Ari had closed keeping me in this room. I felt a hand one my upper arm that was pulling me up to a stand. He brought the knife that I forget he had to my throat and moved me so that my back was pressed against his chest. He leaned down and whispered into my ear:
"If you make one sound I will not hesitate to slit your throat. Do you understand me?"
I quickly nodded my head and made sure to clench my teeth so I didn't make a sound. Ari then busted the door open, making sure that he kept the knife at my throat. There, a few feet in front of us was my uncle. I remembered my mom saying that I was an open book and hoped that the fear that was undoubtedly shown in my eyes would be seen by him.
"Well Gibbs," Ari started talking. "I finally got you where I want. Who knew all I had to do was find your daughter? It's funny really."
There he goes again about me being his daughter. Do we really look that much alike?
"What I find funny is that she isn't my daughter," my uncle Gibbs replied.
"What do you mean? Her pictures were all over your house. She even looks like you."
"My daughter died years ago. You were took late in your decision to kill her. But I bet I can pull this trigger faster than you move that hand that knife in."
"Who said I was going to use a knife, Gibbs?" Ari asked him.
You did, I wanted to say but of course I kept my mouth shut. Ari dropped the knife and moved his hand toward what would be the back pocket of his pants and took something out of them. He then did a motion with his arm, and then I felt something cold against by temple, a gun. How does Edward call me perceptive and I don't even notice a gun in someone's pocket. Oh, no. Edward. What am I going to? I couldn't even think about the possibilities except the fact that if I made it off here would he be able to resist my blood.
"Now Gibbs, who do you think is going to win that bet of yours," Ari said whilst laughing like a crazy person.
I saw my uncle slowly squeezing on the trigger, but before he could finish a shot rang out through the building. As a natural reaction to the sound, I tighten my eyes. I opened my eyes and expect to be at the gates of heaven. Instead, I was standing in the same place except there was no longer a chest on my back or metal to my temple. Uncle Gibbs ran toward me and took me into his arms. I felt like he was shaking me until I realized I was the one that was shaking. I turned my head and looked toward the ground. There was Ari laying there on the ground with his eyes open and a gunshot wound in the upper part of his head. I looked up toward a second level of the building and saw the outline of a woman running toward where I presumed were stairs. I felt my uncle move me away from Ari's body and to where doors were located, hopefully leading out of the building. I pressed my face into his crest and wished that what happened to me was only a dream.
I open my eyes to the sound of an ambulance. It was coming for me, but I hoped I would have to go to the hospital. The ambulance pulled up to the building that I now knew was a warehouse. The medics ran up to Uncle Gibbs and me, pulling me from his arms. They made he sit in the ambulance but not on the gurney to take care of my wounds. None of them were bad enough that I needed stitches. I looked around to take in my surroundings. Uncle Gibbs was right behind the medics, watching what they were doing, I was Tony walking out of the building with a man and a woman that I didn't recognize, but the woman had the same shape that I was running on the second floor. The man I didn't know walked in the other direction of where I was, while Tony and the woman walked toward me. Tony walked straight toward me while the woman seemed almost scared to come up to me.
"Hey, Bellarina," Tony greeted my with a huge smile on his face. He only called me that because I was terrible at ballet and blush at his teasing.
"Hey, Tony," I said to him. "Can you please stop calling me that?"
"No can do, Bellarina," Tony said, and then turned around pointing to the woman that was still behind him. "Bellarina, this is Ziva. Ziva, Bella"
"Hi," Ziva said. I got a better look at her face and notice that she looked a little like Ari.
"You look likeā¦" I started to say, but she interrupted me.
"He's my half-brother."
"You're the one that shot him, weren't you?"
"Yeah, I was."
"Thank you. Sorry you had to shoot your brother though."
She just smiled at me then turned toward where the other man went. I looked past the medics that looked just about done and saw two figures making their way up the street. One was clearly the man that walked away earlier, but the other one couldn't see well enough to be sure. By this time the medics were done covering my wounds and said that I was fine as long as I took it easy for a while. I got out of the ambulance and walked to where Uncle Gibbs, Tony and Ziva where standing. I turned around in time to see the medics get into their vehicle and drive away. As soon as they were out of sight, cold arms wrapped themselves around my waist and pulled me into a cold chest. I felt my heart rate double in tempo knowing that this was the love of my life, Edward. He chuckled quietly in my ear hearing how my heart sped up.
I turned around in his arms and enclosed my arms around his waist as well. I pressed my face into chest, familiarizing myself once again with his sweet scent that drove me crazy but in a good way. We stayed that way until someone cleared there throat. I had a feeling it was Uncle Gibbs. I turned around saw the man I was yet to learn the name of and Ziva in a conversation, Uncle Gibbs looking at Edward and me with his signature look and Tony with a huge smile on his face. He reminded me so much of Emmett with that smile.
"Shall we go," said mystery man.
"Yes, let's," Tony said with the smile still on his face and then spoke directly to me. "Since he's going to be rude, that's McGoo."
"It's Tim," I heard whispered into my ear.
"Hey, Tim," I said to Tim and looked shocked that I knew his name.
"Are you coming or what?" we heard behind his. We turned and there was Uncle Gibbs already about half a block away.
We walked in the direction the Uncle Gibbs was walking and got in the car that was three blocks away after deciding that I was going to sit on Edward's lap seeing as there was no enough seats. The whole way back to Forks I hoped that all the drama was over or at least for the rest of the week. With my record of bad luck, there was no way that was going to happen.
