1,922 words. Sorry I haven't updated in, something like, ten days. I had writers' blockage. Sucks, right? And then I had to get my bottom braces for the first time so that also sucks. But guess what else, I had to get my braces tightened on the 17th, but my mouth still hurts.

DISCLAIMER: Jordan (AKA, me) no own NCIS. Jordan no own Mossad. Jordan no talk like this any more, it's getting on her nerves. Jordan doesn't own anything, besides herself. And her ever present notebook which has all her ideas in it. Oh, and she owns the pocket knife that she hides under her mattress. Oh, and that bat in her closet, and that- Y'know, she owns everything that could be a possible weapon in her room.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

~Alexandra POV~

~Back At NCIS Head-Qurters~

~About Forty Minutes Later~

We were back at NCIS but I, along with Ziva, Storm, and Gibbs, still had the feeling someone was watching us, more likely watching me. Crazy freakin' stalkers…

Anyways, we were all standing in the bullpen thinking of what to do with Storm and I. And then it came to me.

"Could we go see Doctor Mallard?" I asked, making everyone turn to me.

"How do you kn—Never mind, I'm not gonna ask." McGee mumbled

I laughed slightly, "My father told me about him. He sounds very… Interesting." By interesting, I meant very very interesting, mainly because he was probably the only man on the planet that still wore a bow-tie everyday.

"Uh, what about her? You can't take a kid to autopsy." DiNozzo spoke up, nodding his head at Storm.

Both Storm and I rolled our eyes, "Yeah, like we haven't seen something worse than a dead person." I said sarcastically.

"Wait, you've seen a dead person?" McGee asked, clearly shocked that a five-year-old and a sixteen-year-old had seen a dead person.

I idly noticed that Ziva and Gibbs were staring at us, slightly amused.

"Yes." Storm said slowly, as if she were talking to someone younger than her, "Don't act so shocked, we live on the streets, we've eaten rat, and you think we haven't seen a dead person?"

DiNozzo's eyes widened, "You've eaten rat, as in oversized mouse?"

"Yes, what did you expect us to eat? Lobster?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. "Oh, and if you're wondering, it wasn't raw. The rat was roasted."

McGee and DiNozzo both opened their mouths as if to speak, but they closed them.

"We should go down to Ducky's now, yes?" Ziva asked, getting a little impatient.

I sighed, "Guess so." I said then turned to Gibbs, "Lead the way, o' fearless leader."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow but then shook his head and started walking towards the stairs, waiting for us to follow.

I rolled my eyes and followed, fully aware that the agents and Storm were following, but I was also fully aware that I was being watched.


~At A DC Airport~

~Fourteen Hours Later ~

Seven Israeli Mossad officers stepped out of the front of the airport, all of them not surprised to see two more Mossad officers already there.

"We already have gotten the call from Director David. We got it a few minutes after you called, Hadar. Director David said that we will be watching this girl," One of the two waiting officers pulled a photo of a teenage girl with brown hair and gray eyes that had flecks of brown and green, "And once he tells us to, we take her back to Israel."

"Have you already found her?" Hadar asked, only taking a glance at the photo to confirm his suspicions.

The one that spoke before nodded, "I have already gotten Martan watching her." He paused then and a smug smile crosses his features, "You will never guess whom she was spotted with and where she was."

Hadar raised his eyebrows as if in an 'I don't know. Who? Where?' gesture.

The man's smile widened, "She was where Haswari killed that American agent and Gibbs' whole team was there, including Director David's daughter. The traitor." The man spat out the last word like it was snake venom.

All of the officers weren't surprised at all. "Then we shall watch and wait for the call." Hadar spoke in a voice that was almost the exact same as when Eli David sent his only living child on a suicide mission; it was the voice of someone truly evil, twisted, and sick.


~Alexandra POV~

~Before ~ ~A Few Minutes Later~

~Autopsy~

We finally made it down to autopsy; if you had seen us, like some of the agents, you would see this; an old man with a stoic expression that everyone was scared of, a Italian playboy who was wearing expensive clothing, a computer geek/author, an ex-Mossad ninja, and a disheveled-looking teenage girl with a younger disheveled-looking girl on her hip.

So yeah, we looked very out of place in a building of a federal agency.

Anyway, back to autopsy.

Once the autopsy doors hissed open we walked in, which made a, even older than Gibbs, man turn around.

Hm, he was right. Doctor Mallard does wear a bow tie. I thought once I spotted the dark blue bow tie on the older man.

Not even glancing at anyone else, Doctor Mallard turned to me, "I'm guessing you're the young lady that punched Agent Sacks. Alexandra, correct?" He said in his Scottish accent.

I smiled slightly, "Yes, I am, but I had good reason to punch. By the way, it's nice to finally meet you, Doctor Mallard." I said nodded once as if it were a 'hello'.

Doctor Mallard's eyebrows furrowed, "What do you mean by 'nice to finally meet you'? You talk like you've heard a lot about me." He informed me.

I bit my lip, contemplating if I should tell him, "Uh… That is because I have heard a lot about you, from my father…" I trailed off, hoping that maybe he would know just who my father was.

Apparently he didn't know, "And who is your father?" The doctor asked.

"My father was Ari Haswari." I said, looking him dead in the eye.

Doctor Mallard looked both confused and slight shocked, "Excuse me?" He asked.

"My father was Ari Haswari. Yes, the one that you're thinking of." I explained,

"The one that killed Caitlin." Doctor Mallard said partly to himself, "Why? Why did he do it? Why did he kill Caitlin?" He asked, much like a grandfather or father would if it were his daughter.

I sighed, I really didn't want to have to repeat myself again, "He did it because he was ordered to. He had to. My father tried to warn you with all the small 'unimportant' comments. He knew that he would die in Gibbs' basement."

Doctor Mallard looked confused for a second, "Why did he 'have' to kill Caitlin?" He re-worded his earlier question.

"If he didn't Ziva would also be dead along with him now. He was threatened by his own 'father' because he knew Eli was abusing his power as Deputy Director of Mossad." I added the second one as an out loud thought.

"That explains everything…" The doctor trailed off in thought.

"So, Doctor Mallard, could you… Uh, fix my hand? I kinda sorta cut it." I said, holding up my bloody hand. Yes, I only realized it when I was up in the bullpen. I know, I really am slow sometimes…

"Oh, dear. How did you get that?" He asked motioning at the autopsy table, "Sit down, please."

I walked over to the table, planted my uncut hand on the side, and hopped up onto the table, "I jumped out a window." I answered shrugging.

Doctor Mallard paused, "Alexandra, do you have any more injuries?" He asked continuing his walking.

He picked up a few things and returned to my side.

"No, and please call me Alex, Doctor Mallard." I said putting my hand out in front of me, palm up.

Doctor Mallard smiled, "Only if you call me Ducky." He answered.

"Alright, Ducky." I replied, smiling a little. Then I realized all four agents and Storm were just standing there. "Uh, Gibbs, please take Storm up to the vending machine to get something to eat, by the time you get back my hand will me fixed. Take DiNozzo and McGee, too." I added.

Gibbs glared for a few seconds before walking out of the room with Storm, McGee, and DiNozzo following, leaving Ducky, Ziva, and myself.

"Why did you want me to stay here?' Ziva asked walking up beside Ducky, who was cleaning my hand up.

I looked up at her, "I think, no, I know, Mossad is watching me." My statement caused Ducky to freeze for a second but he continued with cleaning the blood off my hand.

"How would they kno—Oh, I know. They most likely put some type of trap on either mine or Ari's DNA. So now they know about you." She said leaning against the autopsy table.

I put my head back and groaned, "Great, just great. Now I am either going to be killed or a Mossad officer for that bastard. This was a stupid, idiotic, thoughtless idea! I can't believe I even let myself do something so stupid. I swear if that freaking bastard has the nerve to kidnap me, I am going to kill him." I continued ranting in Hebrew while Ducky finished up bandaging my hand.

After I finished my 'little' ranting session, Ziva looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "You speak Hebrew?"

I nodded, "Yes, and I know French and Latin, but I only know basic Spanish and Arabic." I said, hopping off of the autopsy table.

When I had said 'Latin', Ducky looked up at me from across the room where he was putting away some of the things he cleaned my hand with, "Latin is not a highly used language, may I ask how and why you know it?" He asked.

"Exactly. My mother taught it to me precisely because not many people know it. It was for if I was ever in trouble and people were listening in."

Ducky nodded, "Smart idea. One quick question; do you have any more wounds from jumping out of the window?" He asked turning around to face me.

"Nope. I'm used to it, it's actually very easy to jump out of a third story window without getting hurt. Mainly you have to watch out for the landing; you have to land on the balls of your feet with your knees slightly bent. Also there's the subject of balancing your fall. Either way, it's easy if you know what you're doing." I explained.

Right then the autopsy doors opened and in walked a slightly pissed off DiNozzo, a smirking McGee, a slightly amused Gibbs, and Storm happily munching on some Cheetos.

I raised an eyebrow at DiNozzo, "What happened, DiNozzo? Why are you pissed?" I questioned.

DiNozzo glared at me then at Storm, "She pick-pocketed me and stole my money to buy Cheetos." He ground out.

I laughed, "You're that mad at a five-year-old for stealing, what? A dollar?" I asked, still laughing.

DiNozzo said nothing, just glared at me.

I rolled my eyes, "Nice job, Storm." I said with a wink and a laugh, "DiNozzo, are you seriously a federal agent? I mean, even mail boys know when they are being pick-pocketed."

Storm laughed, but it came out as more of a giggle, "What she's saying is true though. But, considering me, it's nearly impossible to tell when I pickpocket someone. Plus, I learned from the best." She added with a beaming smile in my direction.

DiNozzo just glared and said nothing again.

Then the autopsy doors opened again.

"Ducky! Is the boss-man back yet?" Asked a tall, black-haired, Goth.

Must be Miss Sciuto.


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