Okay, so, I'm sooooo HAPPY that you all listened to my last Authors note, and I apologise if I came off harsh or ungrateful, but I usually skip AN's myself, and so, that was the first time that I actually understood the frustration of being ignored!

Anyhows, so far, the top three fandoms with the highest votes are :

Alex Rider - 35

Supernatural - 10

NCIS - 7

Avengers - 7

Harry Potter - 5

Sherlock (BBC) - 5

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D - 5

Rise of the Guardians - 2

Doctor Who - 1

The X-Men - 1

Now You See Me - 1

Hanna - 1

Sherlock Holmes - 0

Pirates of the Caribbean - 0

St Trinians - 0

(Joint with HP with 5 votes, are Avengers and Agents of SHIELD, however, considering that some people voted for A or AOS more than once, i didn't use them, as everyone who voted for HP were separate people… If that makes sense)

HOWEVER!

The voting lines are still open until next Sunday, as my Brought Up That Way followers have not yet voted, so feel free to continue naming fandoms, adding more votes, etc. (PS. Did you know that up until last week, I thought 'etc' was actually 'ect'. I have been spelling it wrong my entire life…)

Rachel

Chapter 21

"Amnesia Cub?"

I smirked, "Well, you know me Fox. Always willing to try new things".

He grinned, "Good to see you again, man".

"You too" I replied honestly, pulling him into a hug.

He winced slightly as we pulled back, and I glanced down at his shoulder, "Sorry... That was three years ago wasn't it? Feels like only yesterday when you got shot..."

"Feels like that for me sometimes too" He replied quietly, and I sighed, "I'm never going to get used to this, am I?"

"You remember nothing?" He asked quietly.

"I... I remember a few things" I admitted, "Just... One or two missions, things like that".

"But nothing else?"

I shook my head.

"ALEX!"

I froze, and Ben glanced over my shoulder at the elevator, to where I just knew Ziva was storming out off.

He frowned, "What did you do this time?"

"I... May have unintentionally spoken Russian to get a terrorist to surrender and allow himself to be arrested" I said, and he stared at me, "Who the hell taught you how to speak Russian?"

"Exactly" Ziva growled, spinning me around to face her.

I winced, "Hey! Injured teenager here".

"Injured? Then where the hell are your crutches?" She yelled.

"I don't need them".

"Well then you're obviously not injured enough not to be yelled at then" She shot back, and I glared at her, "Yea, well, you're doing a pretty damn good job at that already".

"HEY" Gibbs yelled, pulling us apart, "Both of you. Shut up. Right now".

"But-"

"No 'buts' Ziva" He ordered, "We got a bigger problem on our hands than finding out what languages the kid can speak".

I glared at him for the 'kid' comment, but wisely chose to stay silent.

"While we were out today, a call came in... Made by the CIA" Gibbs started, "A well-known assassin has recently came back on the grid. Them at Langley are currently holding him but they want us to finish the job. Ask him questions. Get some answers. Help them put him away for a very long time".

"And they're sending him over to us, right now, as we speak?" Tony guessed, and Gibbs nodded, "We're due a briefing in the office in 5... Alex, you better come too".

"Why?" I asked and he sighed, "Because I don't want you be left alone".

"Because I'm weak?" I shot back, "I'm not suddenly gone powerless, Gibbs, just because I lost my memory".

"You're not" He agreed, "You're suddenly gone powerless because you got numerous amount of bullets in your stomach, over four dozen stitches, and should still be on crutches. THATS why I'm not leaving you alone".

"I can handle myself" I growled, "And I don't need someone like you telling me what to do and acting like my father!"

Silence.

"You are coming with us, Alex" He finally replied, voice suddenly calm and quiet, "And that's final".

"No. It's not. Because if you think that-"

"CUB!" Ben snapped, and I angrily turned to him, "WHAT?"

"They're only trying to help" He replied quietly, "And besides, what else were you going to do?"

"He's got a point, kid" DiNozzo continued, and I slowly turned my glare on him.

He quickly held up his hands in defence, "Wo, hey, come on now! We only want what's best... And besides, knowing your line of work, you may even be able to help us".

"-killed many innocent people in the past, including marines. This is the most recent picture we have of him" Vance finished, motioning towards the screen in front of us.

I looked up.

And froze.

The man on the screen was tall and thin, with curly dark hair and just-as-dark brown eyes. He was tanned, had a faint stubble, and was leaning slightly on a walking stick.

A contract killer.

SCORPIA.

Anthony. Sean. Howell.