(1 week later.)

Days off. It was something Gibbs wasn't exactly fond of. In fact, he kind of hated them. Gibbs liked to work. He liked tracking down and catching the criminals that dared to kill the brave men and women who protected this country. But he couldn't on a day off. No, all he did was work on his boat, maybe watch an hour or so of TV, eat and drink a little, and finally sleep on the old couch he had in his living room.

Of course, he had a bed. But he would often dream of his first love of his life/now dead wife, Shannon. They were madly in love when she was alive. But now she, and their daughter, Kelly, were gone. Leaving the old Marine/Agent all alone in his little, depressing world. A little bubble of misery, if you will. To put it in a short term, he would dream Shannon was laying with him in bed. They would talk and kiss, before he would shoot up in his bed, and sadly realize it was nothing but a dream. A distant memory, that would never happen again.

Anyway, Gibbs let out a small snort as his phone, which was on the table, started to ring. His eyes fluttered open, and with surprising quietness, he reached forward and grabbed his phone, before laying on his back on the couch, followed by answering said called.

"Boss? Boss, you there?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm here. What do you want DiNozzo?"

"Uh, you might want to come in. We have a slight problem."

At this Gibbs sat up, before rubbing a hand down his tired face.

"What problem?"

"Oh you know, the old 'psychopathic killer on the roof of NCIS' problem." Tony informed, causing Gibbs eyes to widen.

"You don't mean-."

"Yeah boss. He's back."

With a sigh Gibbs stood up, before grabbing his keys, and walked towards the door.

"I'll be right there."

(NCIS HQ)

Gibbs tapped his fingers against the elevator as it went up. He had arrived not even a minute ago, and instead of being met with police, news journalists, soldiers, and agents like he suspected, everything was actually calm. No one was outside, which was a bit strange, but having a psychopath on the loose did tend to cause panic.

Gibbs was brought out of his thoughts as a 'ding' sound occurred, and the doors to the elevator opened. Without a second thought, he walked out, only to be met by his team.

"Where is he?"

"Gibbs, before you say anything, we have good and bad news." Ziva informed, trying to prep him for the news.

"Ok."

"The good news is, we have Assassin in the interrogation room. There's a chance he's going to tell us everything." McGee informed.

"And, the bad news?"

"Well, it's 'who' that got him down, that you'll probably be a little teed off about." DiNozzo stated.

"Well?"

The three looked at each other in uncertainty, before looking at Gibbs.

(Interrogation room.)

Abby placed a can of soda in front of Assassin, who wasn't wearing his helmet, and currently sitting in the one of two chairs in the interrogation room. His leg was jumping, and he slowly grabbed the can, before tapping his right hand fingers on it. Abby sat down opposite of him, and gave him a small smile.

"So, where do we start?"

"The fuck are you going on about?"

Abby didn't flinch, but did frown at his slight attitude.

"I mean, how did this all happen. Who is Assassin? What is his story?"

"My family was killed by small minded US soldiers, I was adopted by a kingpin, and raised to kill the five terrorists that ruined my life." Assassin briefly informed, before opening the can and taking a sip.

"I was hoping for more details." Abby said, causing Assassin to stop his drinking and sigh. "Assassin, please. I can help you."

"Help me with what? Reanimate my family? Do that and erase my mind, and make it to where we believe I was in a coma? There's nothing you can do Abby. So stop fucking trying!" Assassin softly yelled the last part, and her eyes showed a little hurt. All she wanted to do was help, and he was yelling at her.

With a small nod she rose from her chair, and headed for the door. But before she grabbed the knob, she spoke up.

"All I was trying to do was help. The people who work here, who would've listened to you if I hadn't stepped in, wouldn't care. I care Assassin. I wanna know, I wanna help you. I care." Abby informed, trying her best not to let a tear fall. She grabbed the doorknob, turned, and just barley opened, before Assassin spoke up.

"Kevin."

"What?" She turned around, and closed the door.

"My name. My full name. Kevin Aaron Minton." His eyes showed no emotion. It was like they were empty.

"Yay, we're getting somewhere." Abby cheered, before sitting back in her chair, but both were unaware of the people behind the glass. Or, at least she was.

(Behind the IR glass)

"You think he's telling the truth, Boss?" DiNozzo questioned.

"I don't think he'd lie about something like that." Ziva replied.

I still don't fully trust him yet. McGee, do a background on him. Try to find something." Gibbs ordered. McGee, who was sitting on the floor with a laptop in his lap, nodded, before typing away.

"You got it boss."

(IR)

"I-I never wanted this."

"Never wanted what?"

"This!" Kevin exclaimed, while motioning to his suit. "I never wanted to fight, to kill. I wanted to live with my family and have a normal future, not be the worlds most eligible psychopath."

She could see it. The pain and horror in his eyes. He had been through a lot. More than she could ever think of.

"If you don't mind, how about we start from the beginning."

"Do we have to?"

"Pleeease."

He had a blank look on his face, causing Abby to place her head onto the table.

"It was 10 years ago." Abby's head shot up, and looked into Kevin's zoned out looking face.

"Ok."

"February 24, 2005. Me and my family, mother, father, and two older brothers were driving home on a cold, dark night, from the happiest, greatest place on Earth."

"Disney Land?"

"No. Chuck E. Cheese's."

(Flashback)

"Imagine a blue mini van, driving in the middle of the night. It's cold outside, with snowflakes falling down every nanosecond. A family of five is in the car. A dad driving, mom in the passenger seat, two old brother sitting in the middle, each with their own seat, which weren't connected. A young boy, at least at the ripe age of six is in the back, bundled from head to toe in warm clothing to prevent chilling.

"Did you have fun at your birthday sweety?" The mother asked in a warm tone, while looking in the mirror above, in order to look back at her youngest son.

"Yes mommy." The boy squeaked quietly, before giggling as he played with his stuff elephant.

"That's good. Are you sleepy yet?"

"No mommy."

"That's good. We wouldn't want you too miss your last present." The dad informed with a small smile.

"Ok daddy." The child said with a large smile. He knew what his last present was. A giant, stuff animal, Pikachu! It was almost two feet tall as well. He loved Pokémon, it was one of the few things he could get lost in, something to take his mind off a bad day at school, or when his family argued(which they did a lot). But he didn't mean to find out. He was looking around his parents closet, on the floor, which is usually where the snacks were. Like cheese sticks(crackers with a small cup type thing with cheese), chocolate pudding, chips(Krunchers and Jay's Barbecue), and other stuff. While searching he knocked a blanket down, and there it was.

"Well, how does it feel to be six?" The brother on the left asked.

"I don't know..."

"Come on Kev, you're six now. Soon, you won't be a baby anymore." The brother to the right said with a small smile.

"No! I'll always be a baby."

"That's right, you'll always be mommies and daddies baby. Brian, Jason, leave the boy alone!" The mother, whose name was Helen, ordered, causing them to sigh loudly.

"Hey! Don't give your a mother an attitude!" The dad, whose name was also Brian, demanded.

"Yes dad."

"Good. Now, lets just enjoy the rest of the drive." Helen said with a calm tone, as she stared at the icy road ahead.

Kevin nodded, before continuing to play with his stuffed elephant. But after a few seconds, he stared staring into its beady, black eyes. He stared to get sad, and angry. He didn't want to grow up. The young boy wanted to stay young and be his parents baby forever. He was afraid of growing up.

(Minutes later.)

"Ok, we may be lost." Helen said, as she stared out the window.

"No, no we're not lost. Just, not home." Brian stated, as he pulled over to the side of the empty road. You see, the dad thought he found a short cut to get to their home faster. So he took it, only to end up in the middle of nowhere.

"I told not to take the shortcut. We should've taken the usual way."

"Yes babe." He said with a sigh.

"Are we lost?" Kevin asked from the back of the car.

"No baby, we're just taking a short break from driving." Helen lied.

"Bad thing is, I can't get a signal." Brian stated, while closing his phone and putting it back into his pocket.

"Might as well get comfortable." Jason grumbled, as he and Brian Jr unbuckled their seat belts, which Helen and Brian Sr did as well. Kevin tried and struggled, only for Brain Jr to do it for him.

"What are we gonna do? If we wait for someone, we might freeze. If we go, we might even more 'not home'."

"We won't freeze with the car being on. We'll just wait for someone."

"Hey look, someone's comin." Jason said, as everyone, except for Kevin looked out the back window, and saw multiple headlights in the distance.

"That was fast." Helen stated.

"Yeah...Everybody stay in the car, just incase." Brian said, before locking the doors. He and Helen were paranoid parents. Especially with Kevin.

The lights got closer and closer, and it appeared there were four cars in total. They started going slower, until they were just feet behind the van. When close enough, the cars were revealed to be army jeeps!

"What's the military ding out here?" Helen asked.

"I don't know. But hopefully they can help." Brian stated.

The soldiers, were had gotten out of the jeep walked over and surrounded the car, each hold a assault rifle. Except for five, who weren't wearing the typical camo. They, each had a pistol. But disaster struck for Kevin. His stuffed elephant fell to the ground! So, being the child he was, he got onto the floor, in between his brothers seats in order to grab.

"Hello. Would you gentlemen mind helping us?" Helen questioned with a cheery smile. The soldiers, whose faces were void of emotion, said nothing. They merely raised their weapons, causing the families eye to widen.

"Kevin!" Helen reached back, and like the two older brothers, pushed Kevin to the ground, in order to protect him.

"Fire!" One of the none camo wearing soldiers ordered. They did as they were ordered, and pulled the triggers. The sound of bullet ripping into metal and flesh could be heard from a mile away, which didn't matter, due to no one else being around.

Kevin didn't know what was going on. He heard loud bangs and saw flashes, while feeling wet from something. He looked up, crying, and stared into the eyes of a soldier, the only one to notice him. The man look at the child with pity as he stopped firing, just seconds before his comrades stopped.

"Good job gentlemen! That's another terrorist attack foiled. Now back to base. Hooah?"

"Hooah!" The soldiers shouted in unison. They walked back to the jeeps and piled inside, before driving away.

Kevin rose from the ground, crying, and looked at his brothers. They had many holes in their body, and were red.

"Bri Bri? Jay Jay?" Kevin asked, while pushing at the two with his tiny hands. They didn't move, or say anything. Still crying, he waddled to his parents, and did the same. "Mommy? Daddy?" Still, nothing.

He sat on the floor, and started to cry, while clutching onto his elephant with one arm, and clutching onto his mothers hand, unaware of what happened. What he thought, was that they were ignoring him. Or, playing a joke that kids at school played on him. Or, his brothers from time to time.

After a while, he fell asleep on the floor, crying, and hoping his family would finally acknowledge him.

(Now.)

Assassin was still staring into space, before shaking his head as Abby started to ask something.

"Than what happened?" Abby questioned, as a tear ran down her left cheek.

"Guess a soldier rather let me torture for the rest of my life, instead of letting me die with my family. The police picked me, let me keep a few things that belonged to my family, and off to the orphanage I went. They investigated, asked me questions, and the fucking pigs didn't believe me." Assassin growled. "The orphanage was fuckin' hell."

"Why? What happened?"

"I was abused mentally and physically. No sexual stuff mind you, but I got fresh bruises and cuts almost every three hours, by the other kids and the bitch that looked over us. No family wanted me because of the 'battle scars', and the lies everyone said. I guess they liked my reactions to pain."

"What about Joe?"

"He picked me up after about six months. He said the hatred and evil in my eyes was, unimaginable. He adopted me, and got me outta that hellhole. We then did something I'll never forget that night." Assassin smiled happily.

"What'd you two do?"

"Hehehe. We burned the sucker down. I listened to their screams of agony and pain as they burned alive. I remember it like it was yesterday. Joe laughed, while I had a vanilla cone."

Assassin gave a small smile at the memory. It was first of the best memories he ever had, and it was the turning point, when he first started being sadistic.

"And, this 'assassin' thing? When and why?"

"Joe had a lot of competition across the world, and made even more enemies. He wanted someone to protect him, his 'company' and workers, and someone to eradicate the competition. After adopting me, he brought me to Virginia. He took me to about five stores, and bought me whatever I wanted. Toys, clothes, movies, games, anything. He than brought me to the warehouse, and I met the workers."

"Ok."

"After four months of relaxing, he put me to work. He flew me all over the world to train with the greatest fighters, armies, and warriors in general. I trained in the ways of torture with the Mujahideen, trained in the art of Zen and peace with Shaolin Monks, the Sherpa of the Himalayas, Russian Spetsnaz, and I even hacked into military computers to find out, and put myself through the secret training. After three years I came back for the first mission. Go to Nicaragua and take out a rival drug cartel. They were using a civilian village to hide their operations, so I burned it, and the people, to the ground."

"E-Even the ones' that were innocent?"

"They weren't innocent. They didn't fight back, and let the cartel use them as a scape goat. So yes, I killed them all. Babies, kids, teens, adults, elders, everyone." Assassin informed seriously, making Abby want to back away. But she didn't.

"Ok, so we're up what now, age nine? Anything else major happen."

"Lost my virginity at age 10, killed a lot of people, created me suit, tracked down the terrorists that turned my life to hell, had sex with hundreds of females from 16 and up, killed said terrorists, met and befriended powerful people and groups, and I found out the names of the soldiers that helped kill my family."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You lost your virginity at age 10?"

"Yup. Joe's workers, Clair and Jade, the two he considered family. Turns out they were very fond of me. You see, I was 10 when I first actually got injured during a job. Some shrapnel cut through my tuxedo after a successful assassination, so I had to fight and escape, while bleeding furiously. I patched myself up a little, and got back to Virginia. While in my room, they were helped patch me up further, and we got to talking. Next thing I knew, my pants were down, one was riding my face, and the other was acting like a vacuum." Assassin smiled fondly, and a little pervertedly, while Abby wanted to puke. She loved love, but two older women and a 10 year old? Yuck.

But she noticed something. Assassin's smile turned into a frown, before scowl.

"Kevin, are you ok?"

"I went so long without a family, it was nice having people give a crap about me again." Assassin stared down at his clenching hands. "They made me feel loved again, and what Jade and Clair did when I was 10 and after was pure heaven." The young boy than slammed his fists onto the table in anger, knocking his can to the floor, and spilling whatever was left inside. "AND I'LL NEVER FEEL THAT AGAIN BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING TEAM!"

Kevin, in a fit of rage, shot up from his seat and turned around, before punching a hole through the wall. Abby stood from her seat, and backed away in fright. Gibbs wanted to barge in and try to keep his 'angel' from harm, but Abby raised a hand to keep him still.

"K-Kevin, c-calm down. People still c-care about y-you."

"Like who, huh?! I HAVE NO ONE LEFT!" He punched another hole through the wall. His pain, anger, and sorrow were off the charts. He wanted to cry, he wanted to hurt someone, he wanted to scream and yell like the child he was. That's when Abby noticed something she hadn't before.

She wasn't talking to the killer everyone had come to fear. She was talking to the child that had lost everything he cared about. The one everyone had forgotten about. No family or friends, no one to love or be loved by, nothing. Most people would've ended their own lives for going through just a sliver of what had went through. But he kept moving forward, he kept surviving. He may of been strong physically, but not as mentally as he thought he was.

"I just want the pain to end." The young warrior fell to his knees, head resting against the wall. Abby walked over, and knelt beside the one everyone had come to fear.

"The pain will end. But only if you let the people that want to help you into your life." She told him in a soft and gentle tone, while placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"What exactly can you do?"

"I can by the person that cares for you. I can be the person you can love and be loved by. I can be the sisters you never had!" She exclaimed with a large smile, leaving the others shocked. he stared out her, still out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes were sparkling, and it appeared he was telling the truth. He smirked.

"Mmm...how can I be sure you wont betray me the second you can?"

"I may be goth, but I'm not evil." That answer made him feel strangely warm inside. He removed his head from the wall, in order for his eyes to meet her own.

"You're serious about?"

"I am."

"What about your friends?" Assassin spat out.

"Forget about them for now. This is between me and you." Abby tried to turn his attention away from her team, but the look received he wasn't letting it go. "If they say anything, I'll ignore them and explain why I'm doing this. I might even threaten to quit." Abby informed, causing even more shock and disbelief in her friends. Assassin slightly smiled at her words, and nodded.

"Ok, I'll let you into my life...sis." Abby smiled and shot straight up, hoping and clapping rapidly like a child.

"Yay, now get up." Abby reached her hand down, which Assassin grabbed. She pulled him up, and before hugging him. Kevin, who couldn't feel anything but her hair on his neck, froze at the hug. He wasn't expecting it, hell, he wasn't expecting any of this. But wanting to be nice, he returned it, and wrapped his arms around her back.

He could feel eyes in him. All of shock, and one of possible envy. But he didn't care. If Gibbs wanted to do something about it, he'd had to go through his new 'sister'. But the hug didn't last long. The door to the IR opened, revealing a surprising figure.

"Hope I'm not interrupting." Leon Vance commented, not letting his emotions show as one of his workers hugged a criminal. "Assassin, come with me."

Sighing, Kevin and Abby stopped the hug, and nodded towards each other. Grabbing his helmet, Assassin followed Leon, leaving everyone wondering what was going on.

(Leon's office.)

"It's weird being in here without you being knocked out." Assassin commented as he sat in one of two chairs that were in front of Vance's desk.

"Hmm, cute." Leon replied, before sitting in his own chair.

"Why am I here?"

"Don't ask me. Ask the guy behind you." Vance stated, while pointing behind the killer. Confused, he did as told and turned around, only to see a well known man staring at him through the screen that was on Vance's wall.

"Hello Assassin."

"Obama?" Assassin turned his attention back to Vance. "The hell is going on?" His response, was Leon pointing back to the screen.

"The 'hell' is you, uhh, literally." When Assassin was silent from confusion, he continued. "It turns out you're a hero. You saved the United States from the largest terrorist threat in history. And for that, I personally thank you." Obama finished with a smile.

"Hmm mmm, hmm mmm. And, how will that get me my family back? Or, the 11 years of innocence I lost after my family was killed?" Assassin questioned.

"Oh, that. Look, Mr. Assassin, I would like to apologize from the bottom of my heart for that happening. But, there's nothing I can do. We were all fooled."

"No, no I wasn't fucking fooled! I knew about them, but everyone I told thought I was fucking crazy. And, there is something you can do. Arrest or execute that bastard, Ranger Team Seven, of yours." The look on the presidents face informed Kevin he was shocked. "And, yes, I know about them."

"Look, Assassin, I understand you anger, but I can't arrest or execute them. They were fooled, and believed they were following orders."

"Understand my anger? Your family wasn't pumped with more lead than hookers in the 18th century. No one can understand my pain. And, 'following orders'? They could've refused! Court marshalled or not."

"What would you like me to do? Everything you request is out of my hands."

Assassin stood up, closed his eyes, and to the two, he appeared to be thinking. After a minute his eyes opened, and he grinned.

"I want in NCIS."