Here's the second chapter, sorry it took me so long, I've been and still am grounded, so my updates will be few and far between.
Tony's POV
Him and Ziva had sat back, watching the fight with interest. They saw it from start to finish. They hadn't gotten good looks at any of the people involved, but it was still fascinating.
When they were only a few teachers and kids standing around they took the chance to commit the troublemakers to memory, both gazes pausing on the black-haired girl.
"Doesn't that look like Rose?" Ziva ventured.
"Yeah, exactly."
So the two special agents made their way forward to confront the girl and possibly take her in.
Austin's POV
He was quite surprised. He was one of the feared bullies, never putting up with crap, especially from people messing with his little brother.
When that blond headed idiot had shoved him fury took over.
Now, he has had a hard life so far. Living in a rundown apartment with his brother and sickly mom, he had to provide most of the food and with gangs on every corner he had learned to always carry protection so he and Ben kept pocket knives on them.
He himself had been part of a gang that had been disbanded a few years back so he knew how to fight.
He wasn't going to hurt the kid much, just scare him a little, but then that girl had stepped in.
He didn't know what it was about her, but her presence, her soothing words, her confident stance…it had all comforted him. And as much as he wanted to embrace it, he had never felt comfort before so it scared him.
As he lie pinned to the ground, he concluded that his reactions to what she had done had been a bit overdone.
He was still mad. Mad that a sixteen-year-old girl had defeated him so easily. Mad that he had failed to protect his brother. Mad that he had let his emotions take over. And mad that his little brother now looked ashamed.
He lifted his head, just far enough to catch the girl's eye.
She noticed the calm glint and knew he wasn't going to put them in any more danger.
Slowly, she released his arm and sat up. He did too and stood.
The boy Austin had scuffled with stood a few feet from the girl, studying her for any wounds while Cory leaned against the picnic table, still trying to catch his breath.
Ben, the loner, his brother, whom Austin thought had no friends, walked hesitantly over to the girl and asked if she was okay.
When she nodded there was an even longer and more uncertain pause before he took a spot near his older brother.
Austin stared at the amber-eyed girl, who was shooing away a teacher trying to wipe off some of the mud.
He saw an older man and woman stop near them, simply observing the group and Austin also took notice of the teachers glares towards them.
Austin straightened and gazed at the girl, who returned the stare. Then he asked, "Who are you?"
Ben chuckled quietly, the victim sat heavily on the bench, and the blond guy hovered near her, still unsure if he was needed or not.
Rose smiled slightly. "You know Ben, that's Cory," She pointed at the dude on the bench. "And that's Michael." She pointed to his sparring partner.
"What about you?"
"I'm Rose. You're Austin right?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Ben has told me about you. How you take care of him and your…your family." She corrected her sentence, not wanting to reveal any of his personal facts to anybody else. For that, Austin was thankful.
The teachers were confused.
One second they had been decking it out, the next they were chatting like nothing had happened.
"Who are you?" Rose suddenly called, her attention fixed on the two strangers hanging nearby.
The man introduced himself first. "I'm Tony DiNozzo. This is Ziva David. We're NCIS agents." They both flipped open their badges as proof.
"NCIS? What's that?"
Rose answered, surprising the two. "Naval Criminal Investigative Services."
Michael had finally decided to step forward and start what the teacher had been unable to finish, brushing dirt off Rose's clothes. A bruise was already forming on her cheek and Michael sent a scathing glare at the teenager who had dared do such a thing.
Austin pretended like he hadn't seen.
Now that Austin got a better look at the girl he thought she was quite attractive.
Her hair was perfectly straight, her eyes unusual but still managing to compliment her perfect ivory skin. She wore black skinny jeans, and a long sleeve black shirt with red lining it. Around her waist were three thin chains, the extra length of one on her right hip, the length of another on her left, and the length of the last on her back.
She rose an eyebrow, noticing him checking her out.
His cheeks dyed light pink and he looked away.
Tony and Ziva saw this.
They exchanged amused glances before stepping closer.
Michael visibly tensed as they came up on either of Rose's sides.
"You are Rose?"
"Yes." She answered cautiously.
"We are here to take you into custody."
Now everybody was glaring at them, save the teachers.
"Why?" Cory demanded, attempting to repay Rose for saving him only minutes earlier.
"Confidential." Ziva replied coolly.
Rose's eyes hardened.
"I deserve to know, and if I can know so can my friends."
Tony shrugged. "You're suspected of terrorism."
"TERRORISM!" Her friends exclaimed all at once.
Rose looked shocked.
Cameron's POV
He sat in class, completely ignoring in the teacher.
Instead his mind was fixed on Rose and her current predicament. Honestly, if it hadn't been for Rose he doubted he would be here. When he had been at school he had been sinking deeper and deeper into despair since his father's death.
He'd always hid behind the usual jokes and a goofy act, except now hinted for other people to come along and make jabs at him, but Rose had seen through that.
When she arrived she hung around him, but didn't take his hidden invitations to make fun of him.
She just gave him a look like, I know the truth, so don't you dare play that game with me.
And after about a week he had been ready to commit suicide. He had held the gun to his head and had been so ready to pull the trigger.
He had been kneeling behind a shed on the edge of school grounds, his hand shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut when…gentle fingers wrapped around his, taking the gun from him.
He looked up, only to see Rose's soft gaze staring down at him.
Without breaking the invisible connection they had, she released the catch and the magazine slipped out, landing harmlessly on the ground.
All at once he was angry.
He jumped up, face red.
"What are you doing butting into my business!"
"I'm your friend, so it's my business too."
"I don't care if you're the Queen of England! That's my gun and I will do with it what I please!"
"Not if I can help it!"
"And why would you are!"
"Because I'm your friend!"
He froze. "What?"
"I don't like repeating myself. I'm your friend, now get it through your thick skull before I bash it in there!"
Yeah, Cameron mused. She had a strange way of showing affection. But that is also how she shows how worried she is…
"CAMERON!" He started hearing Mrs. Welsh scream.
He ducked his head. "Sorry." He murmured.
"Well, since you seem to have other things on your mind why don't you head over to the office to think."
Dejectedly, he stood and did as he was told.
But, in the hall he saw something he certainly hadn't expected.
Rose, Austin, and Michel were being led out of the school by the two adults he remembered seeing at lunch.
One was gripping Rose tightly by the arm while the other was walking behind, as if to make sure they didn't escape.
That was the second chapter, finally got it done. YAY! Tell me what you think, please.