Okay, so as soon as I posted the last chapter, I was like, "What the heck, Friday's awesome, let's just do the chapter about him right now!" So, here it is! I was up until 12:30 in the morning getting this perfect, and my teacher scolded me for staying up so late, but then he threw a giant Airheads at me for being so dedicated. :)Mr. Rothrock rules!

smartkid37: Thanks for reviewing! And I agree with you, Friday should have loads more on him!

cheether: Thanks for reviewing! And I understand, but Friday needed to leave for this chapter to happen!

IMSLES: Thanks for reviewing! And I feel bad for Friday too, he's so awesome! That's why, in my actual book that I'm writing, he shows up a lot to show how AWESOME he is! *grins psychotically* I'm hyper.

CluelessKim: Thanks for reviewing this chapter! And thanks for putting that, I want to do more of seeing Gibbs through other people's eyes, but I'm afraid of messing it up!

Gibbs4Eva: Thanks for reviewing again! I don't think the actual Gibbs would let Friday go off, to quote you, alone and defenseless, but I used my Jedi mind tricks on him, and he did. Because I needed him to. :)

Okay, total findings: You all like Friday, you think there should be more of him, and at least two of you doubt that Gibbs would let him leave. The research is a success!

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Friday's POV

I wiped Master's spit off my cheek in the elevator. No no, he was my old master now. The elevator dinged, and I went out, shuddering as the Unowned Slave marks appeared on the back of my hands and the front of my neck. The marks just looked like circles with Xs in them, but they were powerful, and made it so free folk knew I needed an owner.

If I didn't get an owner or get on a slave train in ten minutes, poison would be released from the marks, course through my veins, and I would drop dead on the streets. Don't ask me how they got the marks to do that.

That way, a bunch of slaves without owners couldn't start an uprising. But I was used to the marks. I had had 25 different owners in my lifetime, and I was only 26 years old. That was like .5 owners a year, right? Yeah, sure, whatever. And none of them had been good.

I went out of the NCIS building, winching as I bumped against the door, and rubbed a bunch of cuts and bruises. I stepped onto the sidewalk, and closed my eyes. I had been owned near here once; I knew where the slave train building was. I saw a map in my head, and opened my eyes, nodding. It was only 3.2285 miles from here. I could make it in ten miutes walking, or four minutes running. But I hurt way too much to run, so I would jog, and get there in six minutes.

I started out, and got dirty looks, glares, and shoves from free folk I passed. Yeah, one slave, who is ownerless, half dead already, not to mention malnourished and dizzy from dehydration again is totally going to be able to start a worldwide rebellion. Right. That's gonna happen for sure.

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One of the free men I was jogging past grabbed me by the scalp, and threw me against the wall of a nearby alleyway. He held me against the wall, and made it so his body was pressed firmly against mine, and his face was only an inch from mine.

I stiffened, and he chukled, making me wince at the smell of alchohal on his breath. He chuckled again. "Don't be scared little guy, I ain't gonna hurt ya." He cooed, like I was a frightened animal. And maybe I was.

My stomach clenced, and I felt huge butterflies start fluttering around in my stomach. The free amn laughed again when he realized I was nervous. "There there little fella. Nothin' bad's gonna happen to ya."

'Yeah right' I thought nervously, and my stomach flipped as he caressed my face. 'This is not good.'

He drew closer to me, and whispered in my ear, "You know, usually I only like women, but lately I've taken a fancy to boys." I licked my lips nervously. I could tell where this was going. And not to a good place. He kissed my ear, and I shuddered violently. He drew back, and then leaned towards my face.

Panicing, I grabbed his head, and brought it dow on my up coming knee. It was half instinctual, and half having had a Mistress in the Secret Service, and having watched her train. He was on the ground groaning, and I gave him the middle finger before taking off as fast as I possibly could. Hey, I had rolled over and submitted to jerks like him since I was born, so I figured I was allowed to do that if no one saw. But I wasn't stickin' around to see his reaction when he stopped hurtin'!

As I ran and wiped the kiss off my ear, I thought, 'Okay, good thing about not being owned: I don't have an owner who'll get a text saying I just did that. Bad thing about not having an owner: If I don't get to the building in 45 seconds, I'm going to die.'

I banged off a free man by accident. "Sorry Master!"

"Hey." He grabbed my arm, and I stopped, turning to face him. He looked me up and down, noted my Unowned Slave markings, and then studied my eyes, like he could see into me through them. It made me nervous, and I looked at the ground.

"Look at me." He ordered, and I did so catiously. He studied my eyes a little more, and asked, "You don't have an owner, do you?"

"No Master, I don't have an owner Master."

He nodded. "I'll buy you." He tapped my chest twice with his index finger. "You're mine now." I felt the marks fade from my neck and hands, and felt like grinning.

He looked at me some more, thoughtful and serious. "I'll take you to my home now, and treat you nice." He traced a big gash on my chest that Master had given me a week ago, so light I didn't even feel his fingers. "Like your old Master obviously didn't."

"How did you know it was a man who owned me Master?" I asked, surprising myself.

He looked at me, half smiled, and then went back to absentmindedly traceing the numerous scars and gashes on my chest. I didn't mind though; it felt kinda good. "A woman would've been more precise and methodic. And she would have cut deeper. They're good at hurting you like that emotionally too."

He chuckled, the stopped traceing, and looked at me. "Where were you coming from? Where's your old master?"

"My old master's on his way to jail now Master. He was arrested by an NCIS team, and I just came from their building."

"Oh really?" He looked interested, eyebrows raised. "Who was the head of the team? Do you know?"

"Master Gibbs was his name Master."

Master chuckled. "Oh I know Jethro. I've worked with him a few times. What's your name?"

"Friday Master. But of course Master, you can change it if you want."

He half smiled again, and shook his head. "No, you can stay Friday. Well Friday, I'm Special Agent Tobias Fornell of the FBI, so if anyone asks who your master is, that's who I am."

"Yes Master."

"The woman I was referring to was Jethro's second ex wife, and my first ex wife, although the second ex wife would probably fit that discription too." He motioned for me to follow, and started walking away. "Come on, I gotta legilize that I own you."

"Comin' Master!" So now there were two free folk who were nice. And he worked with Master Gibbs sometimes, so I might even get to see Scipo and Rupert occasionally! Finally, my life was taking a turn for the better! This could turn out alright after all.

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Like I said before, short, but I like it. Do you guys like it? Tell me tell me tell me!