AN: *Creeps out from behind brick wall* Hi, so don't shoot! But if you have any cookie flavoured guns then sure! I love cookies. So I've been away from this for a while, at least a good month or so but a lot of stuff has gotten in my way. I've restarted college in the next year up - go me! - meaning I have lots more to get done, lines to learn, assignments etc. Which sadly leaves little time for my writing/uploading. *Frowny Face*

The other is I just didn't have the drive to write. At all. I was on the wavelength of being very depressed but not really. I pretty much ate ice cream/cake and watched Youtubers - they actually really help sometimes - Ho hum. Thankfully being back at college with my friends and more doeses of fresh air have helped massess! Buut I've got this lovely chapter here for you! So I apologise for the long wait and hope it doesn't happen again soonish. Thanks everyone for sticking with this (and me) along with all the new followers/favourites :) *Internet cakes for all* Love to you all as always!

Disclaimer: I wish I did but all rights go to Donald P Bellisairo and Joss Whedon.

20:30 hours. Tuesday.

At first I thought, well I didn't know what I thought but it was bad. I knew it was bad. Guess this is what happens to people like me. David – the idiot he so lives up to be – thought it would be wise to drag us halfway across the world – to Asia! – just because he was there. Oz and Gunn's killer. David, just because he was there for 5 – 10 consecutive minutes does not constitute the whole MCRT along with the Baltimore police officers coming all the way to Asia! I swear I will murder that boy when I get the chance.

The only reason he isn't dead yet is because he's useful somehow by actually doing his job sometimes.

I don't even know why I'm still hooked on this murder – find killer spree. Is it because they're my friends? Because I care too much? Maybe it's because I want to prove myself to Gibbs for whatever reason. Even I can tell NCIS is getting frustrated which if I can notice, it is never a good thing.

Maybe it's also because I view Gibbs as an uncle/father figure, an actual, stable support. I suspect I need that in my life, I did walk out on my own parents and other family. That chapter's totally closed now though. I think. I hope. And anyways they were always getting on my case. Never seemed to understand my dealing with the death of my friends. I wish they could have.

Maybe they would have stayed, maybe I would have also. They instead just let me walk away. Whose parents does that?! I was only 15 years old! I lost my closest friends, my childhood friends. Gone within the blink of an eye and how do they treat me? "This is what you get. You deserve this by being friends with them"

I spent too much time – I still spend too much time – thinking about this, replaying the scenes over and over in my head. The nightmares - even with Willow's magic charms – are still here. They're stuck, never leaving. I want them too. Why don't they leave? Tell me! WHY DON'T THEY LEAVE?!

Tony – per his bosses order's as usual – had been sneaking around Angela Callie's desk for the past two hours into the evening. He hadn't even known that she kept a sort of secret diary/journal thing. So now he did, his curiosity had overtaken him. Now of course, he wished it hadn't. He read up to half the diary before reading the entry before putting it down almost ready to cry. She'd already suffered. And for what?

What did he know now that he hadn't before? A lot of things. Her parents were not nice people. Her friends – even the ones that had passed on – remained close to her heart.

She had no family, no real blood family to take care of her or run to when she needed it most. He'd have to show Gibbs all this in the morning. The one page he tore out never to tell his boss?

That the supernatural existed.

And what the hell were Rules number 36, 7, 14 and 16?