I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHT TO THE NCIS OR NCIS:LA CHARACTERS, ONLY MY OWN

Quickly, he slipped his key in the lock and held his breath as he turned it. In addition to the chatter, the agency had just lost two members of his team to a bomb that detonated when they turned their door keys and entered their homes. When all he heard was the click of the deadbolt, he pensively smiled. Relief flooded him head to toe and made him weak in the knees. Not knowing what he'd find when he opened the door, he slowly pushed it open and peered inside. Everything was in its place, except there was no sign of his wife and son. Demetrius peeked into the sitting room as he softly set his keys on the table and briefcase on the tiled floor. He walked room to room on the bottom floor, the only sound was click of his Louis Vuitton loafers. With no sign of them downstairs, he called for Anna at the base of the steps.

When she didn't answer, he slowly went up the stairs to the center landing before he pulled his weapon from its holster. He proceeded up the stairs and checked the hallway for any sign of them before he stepped into the hallway. Costos heard an odd noise, breathing and followed it to Dominic's room. From the door, Costos could see the crib mattress and bedskirt covered in blood and ran to the crib. Dominic laid ever so still, barely breathing. The boy reached for his father before he coughed and gasped for his last breath.

Panicked and insane with grief, Costos gently picked up the lifeless body and cradled it to his chest. "Well, well, well what do we have here?" A man's voice said from the doorway.

Costos spun around to find Anna standing there with Davor Ivanenko behind her. "Anna? Anna he's gone." Costos sobbed, ignoring the .45 Anna held, trained on him.

"Yes, I know." She said dryly. "It pained me greatly to have to do it to him."

"You." He said in disbelief. "You killed our son, your own flesh and blood? Why?"

"It was part of her job!" Devor Ivanenko barked. "The child was never supposed to be, so he was expendable."

Costos couldn't believe what he was hearing and buried his face in his son's neck as he sobbed. "Get up!" Anna shrieked, the pain of killing her son clear in her eyes. "Put him down!"

"No, I want to die with my son in my arms. If you're going to kill me, just do it." He begged.

"No," Devor laughed. "You're going to die, but it won't be right this moment."

"Who are you really, Anna?" Costos asked stone-faced.

With a devious grin, Devor grabbed Anna's hair and pulled the brown wig from her head. Long golden blonde curls fell around her shoulders. With a pernicious arrogance Anna shook her head, sending her hair in every direction. He knew exactly who she was the minute he saw the blonde hair and was ashamed of himself for falling for the ploy. He had fallen in love with and married none other than Maryska Ivenenko, daughter of the notorious crime boss. The man he'd spent the last twenty years chasing.

"You were shot in the heart." He said bewildered.

She laughed wildly, wickedly when her father answered. "It helps if she actually had a heart. Maryska has never been a very compassionate person. After all, she did kill her own mother during childbirth. I have many more children than even you know about. It seems the world forgets Croatia still holds polygamy legal."

Costos fell to his knees and began apologizing to his son for his stupidity. "Please this ends with me, please leave Kelsey and the kids alone."

A malevolent laugh filled the house that felt like electricity, sending the hair on the back of Costos' neck on end. Davor threw a stack of papers at Costos an laughed again as he flinched. When Costos looked down, he saw pictures of Kelsey, Demi, Tristan and Gabby. "Where, where did you get these? I don't even know where they are."

"Your ex-wife now goes by Lorelei Watts, she's a music teacher in San Diego." Davor told him. "Your children are now Andrea, Kevin and Paula. Look at the last picture; that was taken last night. We didn't have confirmation it was them for six months. That was until last night. They'll be dead within a week."

"No, please they are as innocent as Dominic was. Let them live, please Anna." He begged.

Maryska's hand shook at his pleas. Davor's voice boomed through the house again. "He's sniveling like a baby, just put a bullet in his head."

Maryska mouthed 'I'm sorry' and pulled the trigger. Costos fell forward with Dominic in his arms. The two pools of blood merged, Maryska quickly stepped back as it inched towards her Manolo Blahnik Blixa alligator stilettos. Her father snatched the brown wig off the floor and tossed it at her. "Put yourself back together, we have someplace to be." He said looking at his Hermes watch.

Maryska disappeared into the bathroom to replace her wig and looked at herself in the mirror. Tears stung her eyes. Of all of the horrible acts in her life, this by far was the one that would undo her. Never will she forget the look on her son's face when he woke from his nap as she slowly pushed the blade into his chest. The resistance it met as is ground against the fragile bones of his ribs and the soft tissue of his lungs and heart. The pain and confusion in his eyes will be something that would haunt her forever. She would exchange her life for his is she could, but it was too late. Maryska pinched her eyes closed tightly trying to ward away the tears, but it was no use. Once her blonde hair was concealed under the wig, she walked from the bathroom to find her father taking pictures of Demetrius and Dominic.

"Really Father?" She snapped. "Do you have to immortalize the one moment in time that I regret the most?"

Devor slipped the digital camera in his pocket and snarled. "You've become soft, I told you to abort the pregnancy before you became attached to the child. Did you really think I would allow it to live?"

With her head hung low, she stalked out of the house behind her father. The driver held the door open as she climbed into the Rolls Royce and stared out the tinted window. Davor got in and laughed at her as she quietly sobbed. An hour later, they pulled into the Departure area of the Athens International Airport and stopped at the US Airways skycap. The driver quickly exited and pulled her bag from the trunk as Devor tossed a thick manila envelope her way.

"Your instructions and tickets are in here. The others will meet you in two days. Do not fail me on this, Maryska." He said in a low, menacing tone.

She noted the look in her father's eyes and knew just how serious he was. "Yes Father." She nodded as she climbed out of the car. With one final look towards the hills where she and Costos had lived happily; although it was all a lie; she took her lone bag and disappeared into the terminal.

Davor watched her walk away and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. "She is on her way, if she fails kill her. Let the man on the family know that I have more pictures for him. He is to make sure she sees these. I want them dead in a week, no excuses. I do not want Hadeon to get his hands messy with this matter."