Hey peoples, I'm back and fixing this story! So I decided that I dislike how I went to twilight in an NCIS story! Don't ask me why I did it, I don't even know! I deleted the spin off story and deleted the twilight like parts of this story. I am going to try and update this story more after I post this chapter but it might not happen for a while cause I am working on a different story I would like to get done and I have other stories I have to finish too. Plus today (It is the 16th) is the last day I can make my friend's birthday youtube video before she leaves on holidays. I could give it to her after her birthday but I don't want to do that.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, I do own Nova and the plot.

"Miss. David you may go tomorrow." said a doctor, it was two weeks after the shooting and everyone was trying to make Nova's life as easy as possible. And when she says as easy as possible she means it. No opening doors, no picking up anything. And also, no packing stuff.

"Thanks!" Nova exclaimed, the doctor walked out and Ziva walked in. "Hey Ziva." said Nova and smiled at her mo- no "co-worker"

"I am not a horse Nova." she said exasperatedly.

"Okay not what I meant. Okay, it is slang for hello. Hi. That sorta thing." she said.

"Oh. Anyways, you should not be up and about..." Ziva trailed off.

"I am not a baby. I can do it myself. I am thirteen. And missed Halloween..." she said annoyed.

"It is fine Nova. It is a Holiday." said Ziva wondering why she is acting like such a child. Nova rolled her eyes.

Nova point of view

I looked at Ziva and wondered how long it would take her to figure out she is my mom. Like really, she would have read the letter so she would know. But whatever, she can be as clueless as she wants.

"So what are you doing?" asked Ziva.

"Packing because I get to leave tomorrow." I said, hoping Ziva would talk.

"Well I came to check on you. I must go. I will see you tomorrow Nova." she said and moved her arm a little but stopped it. She turned and walked away. I sighed and continued. I picked up my phone and looked at the display. Me when I was little, my hair in pigtails like Abbys and in a purple dress holding my "Blanket" then a now picture, me with my hair in two buns, in my skinny jeans, and lacy tank top.

The different was noticeable from then and now. Then I was innocent, a child. Now I was a teen and not as innocent. I've seen people be killed and almost have been killed myself! I have a real mom now, if she knows it or not. But she saw the letter so she knew... she just wasn't bringing it to light that she knew.

I put some of my books into a suitcase with the rest of my clothes. I guess it was back to the orphanage for me. Wow, my life is really depressing. Parent that doesn't know (or doesn't acknowledge) that I am her kid, living in a foster home where everyone hates me. Well at least I get to go back to school and I get to see Alissa.

I don't remember anything guys... this is sad. Since it is almost 1am I am going to bed! So good night and REVIEW!

~Elekat