Author Note: By the way, I didn't plan the scene with Ducky…it just sort of happened….and this whole chapter is dedicated to a certain fruitloop because he is messing with Danny's head… Funny, I always make something bad happen to my characters, well not my characters- though I do it with my own characters in my book (not this, I'm talking about my own book). And I am explained this to everyone that is always 'why is everything this author writes sad?' and 'why are all the stories sad on fanfiction half the time?' It is easier to write an angst character than a happy, believable character because everyone feels sadness, but not everyone feels happiness once something bad happens.

~CWA

(P.S. If I don't update then one of the following has happened: Family emergency/no internet/ grounded. Keep in mind that I also don't have as much time to write because there's four days- well three for me since I wont be at school for a day- left of school.)

Chapter 9- Half of it:

Danny:
I sat quietly. I was still covered in blood slightly, even after the shower-clean up I did. I was still in shock. Everyone I knew was gone, dead. At first, I didn't remember. I didn't remember who had done it. I didn't remember what had happened….scratch that. I remember what happened, but the murderer…no…that monster was a blurred image in my head…Now, Now I remembered everything, probably since he hit my head. But I don't want to remember. Now I can be fully reminded of how I failed everyone. I failed my parents, Amity Park, Tucker….Sam….

I was a failure. I may remember that monster's face, but I wish I didn't. I know remember why I blocked it out, why I didn't want to remember. It makes it harder to deal with their deaths when I know him, but I cannot do anything about it. He's too powerful. Besides, normal police forces can't stop him. He's a fruitloop.

Now, I sat in the seat fidgety. Ducky had to give me a checkup, it was mandatory since apparently, I was 'kidnapped' by the killer.

"Well," Ducky said, "it is not always that I see my patients in great health."
Despite the situation, I chuckled. Ducky smiled and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I once knew a young man like yourself."
I looked at him curiously as he continued.

"He had such potential. He was a very smart lad. However, tragedy seemed to follow the poor boy. He lost everything he loved. He lost his family, and he even lost the love of his life, poor lad. He then choose the path of sorrow, a dark path indeed. He let the grief overwhelm him, and as a result, became what he hated. He became what he promised himself that he wouldn't. He became a young lad that couldn't move on. I hope, Daniel, that you do not choose that same path after all that has happened."

I looked at the floor sadly, and he smiled.

"Let's get this checkup done, shall we?"

I didn't say a word as Ducky went over practically every inch, checking for an injury.

"You are bruised, but I suspect that it will go away within a few weeks."

So, a few days with my healing….For once, I kind of wanted the scars. I wanted any injury to stay. The hurt on the outside could show what I feel on the inside. I finally looked up at Ducky.

"Ducky," I said slowly and he looked at me, "what…the guy you mentioned…did he ever get better? Even if he didn't move on…"

Ducky shook his head,

"Sadly, no. The poor lad lived a life of sorrow from that moment on."

"I…I hope I can move on….but what if I can't….what if I don't have anything to hold me here anymore?"

Ducky looked at me with such concern, that it hurt. He bent down and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Then I suggest, Daniel, that you find someone that can hold you."

I couldn't keep it in anymore. I hugged him.
"Thanks, Ducky."

I sat in the interrogation room. According to Tony- or rather Agent DiNozzo, it is the only room where we can all talk privately. I looked out the 'mirror'. I knew it was a window and I knew that the others were watching. I just wondered….where was Gibbs?

Third Person:

"Jethro," Ducky said.

Gibbs stopped. He was on his way to the interrogation room, after all it was important that they caught the monster that did all of this. Yet, he turned. If Ducky had to stop him, then it had to be important.
"Be careful with that young lad."

"Duck?"
"He may by physically fine, but by no means is that lad healthy in the head. Not insane, just sad. He is still grieving, Jethro. I suspect part of it may be the cause of all the scars on his body."

Gibbs nodded.
"I tend to be careful, Ducky."

"I know. I was just warning you that if Daniel doesn't answer right away, to be softer with him."

"Gibbs," Abby cried as he walked into the 'viewing' room, "how dare you put him in there?"

Gibbs sighed as Abby softly hit him. He grabbed her and hugged her.
"I'm sorry, Abbs. But it's the only place where whoever killed his family and our officers wouldn't be able to overhear us."

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
"But…."

"I know, Abbs. He doesn't deserve to be treated like a suspect."

Abby cried, and the other agents tried to comfort her. Gibbs sighed.

Danny:

I shifted in my seat repeatedly. Abby had already came in before and couldn't stop crying. I never answered her questions, I told her that I would hug her the second I was clean- which got me more sad, remembering the blood…all the blood…

When I couldn't sway any longer, I started to tap my finger on the desk. Then, the door opened and Gibbs came in. He set his coffee on the table, but didn't sit down. He grabbed the chair that was across from me and moved it to beside me. Then, he sat down.
"I thought," I said confused…. Gibbs sighed.
"You thought you were a still suspect."

I nodded slowly. That thought was too far off. I thought that in some degree, they still thought of me as a suspect, just like the police in Amity did. Gibbs shook his head.
"You aren't a suspect, far from it. You're the victim, and I swear we will catch who did all of this, but you have to let me know…who it was first…"

"I…I can't."

"You said you remembered."

"That doesn't mean I want to remember," I said softly then louder I continued, "it doesn't matter if I tell you. You can't catch him. He's practically a ghost. He's too powerful, too rich. Vlad…"

I stopped, realizing my mistake. Gibbs smirked.

"I suppose you're talking about Vladimir Masters?"

I didn't answer and he continued.

"Doesn't matter how important that guy is. Manslaughter is still a crime and Vladimir Masters will see justice. No matter what it takes."