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Wrote this today so decided to post it to make up for not posting in like over a week.

I really tried not to let this happen, but my life is pretty awful at the moment so this fits. I have the story line for the next couple of chapters so they will be up hopefully in the next week.

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own NCIS, nor do I promote the use of drugs/alcohol or suicide. If you are feeling this way at all, please do not hesitate to message me or reach out for help. You are wanted 3

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Blair smiled as she left their apartment the next day. Not only was the weather lovely but she was also happy as she'd finished her English essay yesterday afternoon, fuelled purely on Caf-Pow! So she could hand it in early today. Her smiled faded as she remembered her promise to Janey. She sighed, looking around. Then her smile returned as she noticed a sign on the side of a fence. Just what she needed. A yard sale. And there, sitting in the middle of the lawn... Was a bike. Quickly crossing the road she walked down the driveway of a small whitewashed house. Instead of going through the gate that she hadn't noticed at the front of the house she stepped over a small hedge separating the drive from the garden. She approached the young man who was sitting on a lime green chair reading a book. "How much do you want for the bike?" she asked as he turned to face her. He smiled kindly at her, almost sympathetic. She seemed to send out the 'foster kid vibe' to everyone she met. She shook it off as he spoke to her, "How much do you have?" He asked, reversing the question. She shrugged, but pulled out her wallet from her bag to check. "Like 10 bucks." He smirked.
"Oh... I don't know if that's enough love. It's a very special bike." Blair scoffed. Sure it was... The pale blue paint was flaking and well, it wasn't exactly new looking, but if that was how he was going to play it... "Fine." She huffed and turned to walk away.
"Wait." He called as she reached the gate. She paused, but didn't turn around. "You can have it." She grinned to herself, before composing herself and turning around. She pulled the money out of her wallet and passed it to him. "Thanks!" she said and he winked. As she got out of the gate, she got on her new bike and made it to school with time to spare.

School passed quickly. Her English teacher had been impressed with her handing her essay in early. Whilst the rest of her class had stared at her like she was mental. She'd ignored them. At least she wouldn't be one of the ones that were going to be up the night before it was due. After English, her thoughts had focused on Janey, she'd texted Tim at lunch to tell him she was just going straight home after school, and he'd texted back telling her he'd try get off work early. She'd rolled her eyes at the thought. As she cycled the journey to The House she smiled. She felt free as she turned onto a side street which led to the lane The House was on. She finally pulled up at the front of the building. Dropping her bike on the grass she walked/ran up the steps to the door. Opening it, she felt slightly awkward. She didn't feel welcome. The feeling certainly didn't change as everyone in the living room stared at her as if she was covered in blood and holding a knife. "Hi everyone!" she grinned and they all stared at her. Then a small girl was barrelling into her. She smiled and felt happy tears burn her eyes. Blinking them away she felt Janey grab hold of her shirt, not wanting to let go. "Janey..." Blair murmured and reached for the younger girl's hand. Janey clutched onto her hand and dragged her up the stairs. "Janey?" she asked as the little girl suddenly burst into tears.
"I hate this." She said through her sobs.
"Hate what?" she pried.
"Being alone."
"You aren't alone silly. You have me and Chrissy's here."
"Chrissy's not here." Blair bit her lip. No. She thought. It couldn't be. Could it? Well it could be.
"She had too many pills." Janey said, not quite understand the world of drugs. Blair's breath caught in her throat. And she herself let out a sob. As she fell to the floor something clicked. That was why she was sent back to The House. Not because her foster mom had gotten pregnant but because she had started using. Blair rubbed the tears roughly from her face. She had lost far too many people recently. She wasn't going to lose another. The next person gone would be herself. If anyone else was to go. It wasn't fair. Chrissy was a good person. Not one to be taken by the shadows. She didn't deserve death. If anyone did it was Blair. She was the one that had walked away. She was the one that saw through Chrissy. She'd left her, left her to over dose. It was her fault Chrissy was gone just as it was with Ashleigh.

She got to her feet, her tears compromising her vision; she hugged Janey quickly before running out the door and down the stairs. She must have looked a mess as she felt everyone's stares burning into her back. Picking her bike up of the ground, she got on it and biked away from the place she was never going to return to, ever. She blinked furiously as tears continued to pool in her eyes, turning everything into a blur. She hardly even noticed as her phone rang. It only distracted her for a second. It was amazing what could happen in a second. You could fall unconscious, you could die, and you could crash. Blair swore loudly as her bike hit a stone on the back road she was on. Falling heavily she let out a loud sob, not caring if anyone heard her. Her best friend was gone. She had no one. No one she could trust no body to tell her deepest secrets to anymore. No one to secretly get drunk or high with late on a Friday night. She was gone. Her person was gone, and it was her fault.

She winced and swore again as a shooting pain shot up her ankle. Holding her breath she pulled her shoe off quickly and let out a moan at the sight of her now swollen ankle. Lying down in the grass she'd fallen into she ran her hands over her face, trying to wipe away the tears, but she could still taste the saltiness as they rolled down her face. Five minutes of hopelessness later, she attempted to stand. Barely able to stand on her own two feet she grabbed hold of her bike and using it as a crutch, hobbled her way slightly further down the road. Sighing in frustration and tiredness she let out another sob. She had no idea where she was. And now the sky was turning a dark gray. The first sign of rain. "Great." She muttered.

Dropping her bike she sat down beside it, letting out a yelp of pain as her bruised ankle hit the ground as well. Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket she held it up in search of reception. One bar. One teeny tiny bar of reception. Going into her contacts she scrolled through until she found the one she wanted. Hitting dial she bit back a curse as it went to Tim's answer phone. Hanging up, she groaned as she felt a drop of rain splash down on her face. Redialling the number she shut her eyes tightly, praying for a miracle. Nothing again.

Rain lashed down on her, soaking her clothing through. Shivering, she didn't even notice the tears now pouring down her face. Scrolling further through her phone she hoped that Tony or Ziva had somehow magically put their numbers into her phone. She actually let out a small laugh as she saw Tony's name on her list. As she dialled the number she studied her ankle, which was now turning a purple colour. She frowned slightly. Then someone picked up and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo"
"Tony?" She cut him off.
"Blair?" He asked. "Where are you?"
"You can't trace a call can you?"

Cliffhangerrrr. Kind of...

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