A/N- Second to last chapter. Instead of listing it I am just going to tell you that everyone (Vance, Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, Judson, and both Sarah's) are still alive. Veronica is dead. There is not much to say beyond that. Except for...

MU-HA-HA! (With a straight face) YOU ARE GOING TO HATE THE ENDING. I LOVE IT. I HEART CLIFFEHANGERS. THEY MAKE ME SMILE. IT ADDS A CERTAIN AIR OF MYSTERY. TELL ME IF YOU LIKE MY CLIFFEHANGE, JUST NOT UNTIL THE END BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T READ IT YET. I AM GOING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD. AND THEN FANFICTION. OR VICE VERSA BECAUSE IT WE (ME AND LYNNBIN) TOOK OVER THE WORLD FIRST THEN EVERYONE ON FANFICTION, WHO DIDN'T SIDE WITH US AT THE TIME OF OUR CONQUEST, WOULD BE FREE AND THAT WOULD BE AKWARD. BUT ON THE OTHER HAND, THE OVERTAKE OF FANFICTION MIGHT COME EASIER IF WE ALREADY CONTROLES THE WORLD. SO YEAH. SUPPORT OUT CONQUEST.

Sorry about that. I told you to expect some evil ranting. My Victor side does get the better on my. *does a happy dance*

Sorry. Thank you.

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One Day Ago

Tony and Ziva sat at their favorite late-night bar making conversation with the bartender. They were the only patrons.

"So he says to me 'Sarah Jones, I don't believe you!' and I am staring at him like he is crazy and he is just laughing his off." If the two NCIS agent's weren't drunk themselves, they would have been able to tell that Sarah's slur was forced. She wasn't drunk.

"Anyway, would you guys like another drink? Come on, on the house." She encouraged, pouring them another drink. They all smiled, clinking glasses, though none had anything to be happy about. Ziva's eyes drifted closed and she fell forward onto the bar, the world behind her eyes going black. Tony followed suit and soon both of them were out.

Leon slid into the bar, smiling grimly at Sarah. This was supposed to have been Veronica's job. Four large men followed him in, lifting the pairs weight between the four of them, and carrying the unconsiouce bodies out to a waiting black car. They drove away, leaving Sarah alone in an empty bar. She hopped over the bar and walked out, leaving the empty glasses on the counter.

Mr. Judson picked up his phone and dialed the number for Director David. He picked up on the first ring.

"Eli David."

"Eli, is all the paperwork in order?" Judson inquired.

"Yes, Mr. Judson."

"Good. Now Eli, you should be seeing a young girl, about fourteen entering your office. Do you see her?" Mr. Judson asked, making sure his plan was going well.

"Yes." Eli faltered, confused.

"Her name is Sarah Veira. Say 'hello' and hand her the phone."

"Hello, Sarah." Judson could hear Eli say in the background, as the phone passed hands.

"Yes, Mr. Judson?" Asked Sarah, her voice always cheery.

"Kill him." Judson ordered.

"Yes, sir." Sarah handed the phone back and Eli hung up. The young girl pulled a gun out of a holsiter on her ankle. She aimed and pulled the trigger, walking out of the room as the director's body fell to the ground.

"Clean that up." She ordered to a guard standing outside the office as she walked into the Isreali sunlight. She was surprised when her phone rang. Sarah glanced at the number and smiled.

"Hello Kensi." She answered.

"I'm bored, Sarah." Kensi complained. Kensi was Sarah's only non-JCC friend and for that Sarah was grateful. It meant she would never have to kill her.

"I have to pee." Sarah complained back.

"You always have to pee." Kensi pointed out.

"But I have to pee."

"So go to the bathroom."

"I know." Sarah said.

"I'm still bored, Sarah." Kensi complained again.

"Go read a book." Sarah told her before hanging up, she had to make it back to DC by midnight. She barely made her flight, not that the private plane would leave without her.

As she climbed down the airplane steps hours later, Sarah streched her neck. She had a job to do, still. Sarah smiled as she walked down the narrow sidewalks, to an empty bar. There were glasses still on the table.

"Damn it, Jones." She muttered under her breath. There was supposed to be someone waiting here for her. Veira had never met her, but her name was Sarah Jones. She pulled out her phone and hit the speed-dial.

"Where are you Jones?" Sarah Veira snapped into the phone. Though she was younger, Veira held more power in the organization.

"Partying, Veira." Sarah Jones answered on the first ring. Pounding music could be heard in the background.

"Get back to the bar." Veira snapped her phone shut on Jones's sigh. She didn't want to hear it.

It took twenty minutes for Jones to get there. Her blond hair was wild when she walked in, looking up to see Veira holding a needle in her hand.

"What the..." She sputtered, demanding an answer.

"Sorry, Sarah." The younger girl whispered, pushing the needle into her the girl's neck. The poison worked slowly. Sarah Jones would be able to complete her mission, stealing McGee's phone.

A/N- Okay, sorry guys, but you can't blame lynnbin (Sarah Veira) for this chapter. All my work!