I know the last chapter was unbelievably sucky. This chapter is better, I think. Also, about my spelling: I spell "color" with a "u" and "until" with two "l"s.
Chapter 13, Saihah's P.O.V
"There he is," Amy said, pointing to a car the colour of pond scum. It pulled up in front of us. "C'mon," Amy said, smiling. She smiled a lot. "I'll sit in the back with you."
The car drove off the lot once we got in. "Your aunt told me where to take you," the man, Mike, told me. He was a bit lanky, and his hair was reddish-light brown and sloppy. In fact, he looked nothing like Amy, who was somewhat petite and had wavy black hair.
"Mike works with a construction company nearby," Amy told me.
I nodded like I was interested. After that, I just let Amy be the chatterbox she usually is. I noticed that Mike didn't talk much.
"See that?" Amy said, pointing to a larg wooden frame with dirt and yellow machines around it. "That's the site Mike is working at." She looked back at the road. "Speed limit 45, Mikey."
"I know," he growled. "I drive these road every day. I know what the speed limit is."
"I was just telling you..." Amy said.
"Alright," Mike said calmly. He glanced back at me. "Amy tells me you're quite the artist."
I blushed. "Yeah, a little bit."
"Cool," he said as we approached the gate and the officer let us through.
Ziva was waiting for us at the bullpen. "So you are Mike, and you're Amy." she said, pointing at each of them. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Thank you," Amy said, beaming. "Well, it's nice to finally meet you." And with that, she and Mike left.
3 days later, Gibbs P.O.V
Me, Saihah, and Ziva all walked along the path, forest on either side. Ziva had taken her to a nature center. Actually, Saihah had picked it out and asked me to come.
She turned to Ziva, grinning. "May I go up ahead? The stream is almost there."
Ziva smiled. "Go ahead." Saihah hugged her and sprinted along the path.
"It's amazing how interested she is in that stream," Ziva said to me. "It's probably the main reason she picked this park."
"Did she say anything about it?"
"No," she paused. "Do you think she trusts me?"
"I'm not the one to ask."
We passed the stream after about five minutes, and I looked for Saihah. She was no where in sight.
"Saihah?" Ziva called.
All of a sudden, I saw something move near the bottom of a steep but short bank. I carefully eased down the slope, making sure not to slip.
And then I saw her, laying motionless next to an accumulating pool of blood, the deep gash on the side of her head. I checked her wrist for a pulse. "Ziva! Call 9-1-1! Now!"
Oh yes, I did have to do that. Reviews please! Predictions, ideas, general opinion of the chapter. Thanks for reading! -DJM