Her mother. Stood. Hands outstretched. Kyrie wanted to run into her arms. Until she saw that her mother wasn't standing on the ground. She was above the ground. The picture started to take focus – it was window. Second story of a building. But Kyrie couldn't breathe as the blackness darkened, the smoke fuming out of the windows, her face was burning from the heat that was coming from the building. Kyrie reached out her hands, trying to find her mother's, and she was just inches away when her mother's eyes grew wide, and a scream echoed from her lips, her eyes piercing a wordless cry for help. And suddenly the whole building collapsed, flames eating through the walls, leaving embers flying through the empty air. Screams still echoed. Kyrie realized they were her screams.

She bolted out of her dream. She looked around the room to find four pairs of eyes on her. But she could still see her mother's eyes in the background. It hurts so much.

Catching her breath, she realized that she must have scared everyone sitting up so fast. She saw the time on the clock on the wall – 11:45 – and realized she had been asleep for a few hours. In that time, the other members of the team had been called in – and she hadn't heard them come in at all.

"Are you ok?" Ziva asked, concern on her face.

Kyrie nodded, "I'm just not used to waking up here." She plastered a smile on her face, hoping that no one noticed her shaking hands and heavy breathing.

Tony piped up, "You're hanging here all day? Interesting." He looked with suspicion at Gibbs, who ignored the agent's curiosity. Which just caused Tony to keep fishing. "Couldn't find a babysitter when you got called in a few minutes ago?"

"As if!" Kyrie muttered. Tony looked at her with interest, and Gibbs shot her a look that told her to be quiet. But she was still pissed off with him. Without tearing her gaze away from the head agent in the room, she told Tony, "We've been here since five thirty this morning. Paperwork."

She turned her eyes to Tony, who was now smiling ear to ear looking at Ziva. He tried to whisper, but the whole room heard him as he said to Ziva, "See, told you he has no life – even with a kid."

Ziva shot him a look that would silence even Abby, but as usual, Tony didn't get the message and spoke without thinking, "Wonder how this kid ever happened with two parents so committed to work – must have taken five minutes out of their schedules to make a baby."

Gibbs. Didn't react.

Maybe he's deaf. She thought – but her thoughts were silenced when he stood up, walked over to Tony's desk, and said, "Something you wouldn't know how to do, huh, Tony?" And with that, Gibbs walked over to the stairs going up to the Director's office and MTAC.

McGee and Ziva cracked up – and Tony's face was almost as red as a firetruck – then they looked over at her, to see her reaction.

But she wasn't paying attention. And they went back to whatever paperwork they were doing.

She was thinking about how fast her heart was racing, how the light coming in the skylight was so bright, almost blinding. Her hands were shaking so badly that she could barely find her pocket to finger the small bag. It's been almost 12 hours since the last fix. I need to get some more. But she looked at the agent's around her. But how? They'll notice…

"Where's the bathroom?" She asked.

Ziva stood up. "I'll show you."

Kyrie opened her mouth to argue, but Tony interrupted, "NCIS rule – all guests have to be escorted in the building."

She followed Ziva down the hallway, knowing Ziva was talking to her, but all Kyrie could think about was getting those pills into her body – she could barely open the door to the bathroom she was shaking so badly – but Ziva didn't seem to notice.

Ziva waited outside the restroom while Kyrie went in. She walked into the stall, locked the door behind her. She grabbed the pill bag, her breathing was so heavy she was sure Ziva would notice even from outside the door. But she got the pills out of the bag. She looked around for somewhere to crush them – the sink counter outside the stall would be the perfect place, but someone could walk in on her at any time.

I have to get these. And soon. She thought, sweat running down her face, but she was so cold. So she did something that made her feel disgusting and cheap. She knelt down on the ground, the cold tile on her knees rubbing her jeans into her skin. She set the pills on the floor, pulled her left shoe off her foot. She set the heel on the top of one pill and ground it, the floor and her shoe heel giving it enough friction to level the tablet into powder. She did the same thing with the second one. Leaning her face down close to the ground, she took a deep breath through her nose – the tiny specks of powder crawling into her body with the air she breathed.

She sighed with relief as the drug began to take effect. She leaned against the bathroom wall, her body so in ecstasy that she could barely move. Something in her subconscious told her to get up, that she had to pretend that she hadn't been doing that - but her whole body felt heavy and perfect as it was - so she lay there, on the floor of the bathroom, completely oblivious to the world around her.