Chapter 10

Ami lay wrapped in Martin's arms as she silently cried.

It had been a week since she had woken up with no memory of the past few years. She had tried the number that was in the book for both NCIS in Washington and her brother at Comescu Enterprises. Each time she had been met by an efficacious woman who had informed her that she had been told more than once to never call those numbers again. Pushing at the woman for Comescu Enterprises, a man had come on the line who sounded like her brother but with a harsh, cold tone.

"My sister is dead to me, don't call here again," he had said just before the phone went dead.

Martin had walked in from the beach with some driftwood and grasses in his hand as the phone fell from from Ami's hand.

"Ames...I got you…" He stopped looking at the devastation on her face, "What happened are you alright?" he gathered her into his arms and held her as she sobbed herself to exhaustion.

As she stirred he moved a lock of hair from her face and kissed her cheek. "You want to talk now?" He asked quietly.

"I...I tried to call my father and Greg," she replied.

"What happened?" Martin asked, worry evident in his voice.

"I was told my father wouldn't talk to me and Greg...he...he told me that I was dead to him...my own twin brother and he …" she sobbed as the pain went through her. "I thought somehow this was all a mistake. I know now that the only person I can trust is you."

"And Dr. Davis," Martin prompted. "You need to be able to trust her Ames, she wants to help."

"Martin...please, call me Ami. The other feels wrong."

"Ok baby, if that's what you want," he promised.

"That's what I want," Ami said turning to look at Martin. "I want another baby. I want to remember what I have forgotten. I want to remember what it's like to be a mother."

Anya woke when Ellie knocked on the door. Rubbing her swollen stomach she sat up, "Yes?" she called tiredly.

"I brought you some tea," Ellie answered, smiling as she walked in the door.

"Any word from Gregori?" She asked hopefully.

Ellie shook her head, "Apart from a call to Gibbs to say they are alright I haven't heard from them…" she stopped as voices came from the hallway behind her.

"Greg!" Anya called as she grabbed her wrap and got out of bed.

"Anya!" G moved past Gibbs, who was hugging Kelly, before he wrapped his arms around her.

"Have you found her? Have you found our baby?" Anya looked worriedly at him.

G shook his head, "We found an empty warehouse. But there were signs she was there. They moved her. I'm sorry. We needed more supplies so we came back, but we will be heading out again soon. How are you holding up?" he asked.

Anya looked over at Gibbs and shook her head. "I am well, the babies are well…"

"But?" G asked worriedly after noticing the headshake.

"I hate feeling so helpless. Our child is out there, scared, and I am having to stay here."

He pulled her into his arms, "You are protecting these two," G said looking down at the babies she carried within her. "They are our children as well and you are the only one who can protect them. I know the factory Anya. They couldn't break my programming to kill my father and I know deep down Deeks is a good man and he won't hurt our daughter."

Anya pushed him against the wall, "You don't know that for a fact. Did you know she's had a crush on him since they met? He could be making her do anything! Dimi...anything…" She burst into tears as G pulled her into his arms. Gibbs looked over at them, concerned with the use of her name for G.

"We will get supplies, check in with Eric and Sally and then we'll be off again," G promised.

Anya shook her head, "No...you must rest and eat while you can. Have a few hours with us before you go. You will do our Ami no good if you are all too exhausted to help her." She turned and went back into her room, "I will just get dressed and then I will make you all food."

G nodded and kissed her cheek as she turned and walked back to catch up with Gibbs.

Opening the back door and stepping out into the morning air, Gibbs waited for G to join him.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked.

"We found the place where she was held. It was a converted office block." Callen stopped as he remembered what he had found there.

"What?" Gibbs prompted.

"Laney...she saw it first...I think…" G slumped onto the step on the back porch, "Jethro I think Deeks may have...someone may have...raped my baby." His voice broke as he said the last part, tears he couldn't hold inside fell freely. "There were pictures...God...I…." he dropped his head in his hand.

Gibbs put his hand on his friends shoulder and G jumped up and started to pace. "I killed her Gibbs...I fucking killed the witch so no one else would get hurt. How can people...my family...they are still being hurt by her. That evil, vindictive, lying, fucking witch. She and that bastard had to have a child. Why can't they just stay dead and leave my fucking family alone?" He turned and threw a punch at the tree next to the house, wincing in pain as he felt bones break, or at least one of them.

"G." Gibbs moved to try and stop him, but he missed. "G! Stop!"

He grabbed his hand and turned away. "I know you are hurting, I understand. God, I wish I didn't, but right now this isn't going to help."

As G turned back, the pain he had been hiding was all over his face, They took so much from me. Why didn't it stop?"

Ilena came out of the house and walked past Gibbs before gathering her brother in her arms. It always fascinated Gibbs how fast G would deflate his tension as soon as his twin was near.

"I'm here brother," she said. "It's alright, we will stop her."

"I can't tell Anya, I can't...what if…"

"Stop. Now! We do not deal in what if's, we deal with facts. Fact one, her body was not in that building. Fact two, she was alive when she left the building. Eric called with some footage that showed she walked out of the building and got into a van. Fact three, we are stronger together and we are Comescu's. We do not fail."

G gave a slight smile. She was right, together he felt stronger and he hoped against hope that when they found his daughter that she would be unharmed. But he couldn't stop the worry in his gut that he was wrong.

Ami lay in Martin's arms as he kissed her. She smiled at him, "Thank you."

Martin gave a low laugh, "For what honey? I can't guarantee that you are pregnant."

"No...but I think I may be remembering how much we must have enjoyed making our last babies."

Martin kissed her as he lay back. "You will be, you were a wonderful mother."

"Maybe...maybe...my father would…"

"Ami...please, don't torture yourself. You did this last time you were pregnant and it cost us our child. Don't let him hurt you. Let me protect you." He lay a hand on her stomach wondering if they had just created life. "Both of you. I promise Ami, I would die to protect you and our child from your father and anyone else who would try to hurt you again."