Trisha's POV:

We had rushed into the house, combing everything and getting everyone who was still there, about 15 people, out into the open and into the living room I remember listening to my Uncle tell me stories in.

My aunt and uncle were on their knees in front of me, their hands tied in front of them with rope I found in the kitchen. The cellar had been repurposed into a jail cell, one that looked like it had been used a lot longer than the few days we'd been here.

My aunt had been cackling, saying that my Uncle Fernandez deserved it. Apparently, he had been locked up in the infernal cellar for a year. She had done everything in her power to get more money, including kill for it.

Walter had found a room full of high tech computers that they had used for their schemes. I was disgusted with the lot of it.

My uncle, a man who I used to respect, had just gone along with whatever his wife said. Pathetic really.

My aunt grinned at me, "Well, little Trishie, looking sooo proud of herself. I got what I wanted though. I took away your friend! Not to mention your uncle. But he had it coming. Your friend, she was innocent, wasn't she? Didn't even know anything better. Just came to Ireland to help you deal with your dear grannies passing. Unfortunately, I ran out of the delightful poison she was oh so eager to drink. Stupid witch."

It took every ounce of self control I had not to lunge at her. Gibbs was at my side, looking like he was having more trouble than I was.

My aunt winked at me though, "Oh, but she's fine now. However, it was a life for a life exchange I should think. After all, my hounds don't leave any of their prey alive. Your friend shouldn't have run like she did, or she'd still be alive! Even if the hounds didn't get her, they were still going in the direction of the river. Don't you remember Trishie?" Her tone was mocking, and I was shaking with the effort of holding myself back. "That river wasn't meant for people to go in during a storm. And you know as well as I do, this moor was excellent for thunderstorms. What do you think? Did she get fried with lightning? Turned into a chew toy for my hounds? Froze to death with the cold you are oh so familiar with? Or, did she drown in the river? Stupid brat, she deserved it for getting my favorite dress mucked up with her bloo-"

She didn't get to finish. The right hook delivered was swift and precise. My aunt's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed on my uncle's lap, who determinedly didn't look up.

Gibbs shook his hand out, stepping away from my aunt, and gave me a slightly impressed look. "You held yourself back." He noted.

I shrugged, "Figured Kiley wouldn't want me to get into a fight." My voice was shaking with rage though, so it kind of defeated my words. I stepped forward, and grabbed my uncle's jaw, forcing him to look up at me.

I glared at him, and gave him a sickly sweet smile. "Uncle Fernandez is and always was a better man than you. And Kiley is worth 100 of both of you. You cannot hold a candle to either. She is my sister, you worthless coward." I snarled at him, before knocking him out and looked up at Gibbs. "Then again, I've never really listened to the Jimmny Cricket that is Kiley anyway."

He smirked at me.

Toby's POV:

I never, ever want to piss of Kiley's friends. They are extremely scary. Trisha is scarier than any other person I've ever faced, and Cabe was already scary; now a taller, stronger version of him with a better poker face? No way, no how was I ever getting on his bad side. Or his team's bad side.

I will say this, if Kiley chooses NCIS, she will be well taken care of.

And who says we have to vanish? She'll definitely be getting calls, a lot. No need for us to bow out gracefully if she does pick NCIS, and I don't plan on it either.

We just gotta find Kiley first.

Tony's POV:

We staggered through the muddy forest, listening to the roaring of the river next to us.

Ziva broke through the tree line and got next to the river. I'm not old, and I will deny it till the day I die, that said, Ziva was trying to give a guy heart problems.

She walked alongside the edge of the river, and I quickly joined her with my hand straying near her arm, just in case she slipped. She gave me a flat look but didn't stop me.

We went along the edge like this for a few yards, keeping an eye out for Kiley.

Suddenly, Ziva stopped, and pointed to something up the river bank. "Look! Someone's there!"

Athos began barking as the figure floated closer, dipping and bobbing in the water, trying desperately to keep afloat. It wasn't a girl. Instead, it looked like a man. Then again, I could barely see with the dark and the rain.

Then lightning struck the moor, illuminating the river like a flashlight, and giving us a perfect view of a man, holding someone up.

Athos dived into the water as the light faded away and swam towards the figure. A yelp echoed in the air, and the man was trying to get Athos to go away. I cupped my hands over my mouth and shouted, "We're trying to help you! Let him help!"

Ziva was getting closer to the edge, and she shouted at me, throwing me her phone and her gun, "Stay here!" Before leaping into the raging torrent.

She got to the man and to the figure, then, with the help of Athos, managed to drag them towards the bank.

I fell to my knees, not caring if my nice pants got muddy, I was already soaked to the bone.

I reached out to Ziva and the two figures. She shoved the man into my waiting hands and I hauled him over the edge. He curled up on the bank, shivering and coughing. Ziva crawled up the bank, dragging the dog and the other person with her.

When she got up, I sucked in a breath at seeing Kiley in her arms. From what I could see, she was shivering violently, and her face was paler than it should have been. There was also a sizable bump on the side of her head.

I stood up and took Kiley out of Ziva's arms. She was breathing, if a bit laboriously, so I picked her up and slung her over my shoulders in a fireman's carry.

Ziva stood up and picked the man up, and together we stumbled through the forest in the direction of the highway.

NCIS

We stumbled onto the highway and Ziva pulled out her phone, dialing someone. She shouted, "We have Kiley! We are on the road now, near the bridge. We also have an unidentified man with us."

The man groaned and murmured something that I couldn't hear and Ziva shushed him lightly. She nodded, then ended the call. "They are coming." She informed me, readjusting her grip on the man's arm slung over her shoulder.

We waited in the freezing cold weather as Gibbs came to get us. Soon, a car appeared in the darkness, pulling up beside us.

I opened the back door, allowing Athos to leap inside. Ziva stuffed the man into the far back seat before getting in after him. I handed Kiley to a waiting Trish, then jumped into the front seat.

The moment the door closed, Gibbs hit the gas and we zoomed down the road.

Trish had taken off her jacket and wrapped it around Kiley, murmuring lightly.

I allowed myself to breath. Kiley was with us, and she'd be fine.