I woke up with what could be considered the worst headache ever. I felt like someone was continually beating me upside the head. However, that was probably what happened since it hurt to move my head even slightly. I heard a door opening to my left. I didn't want to move, but I had to. I slowly say up on the bed I was confined to and looked at the man standing at the door. He had an evil grin on his face and had a glint in his eye. Then I noticed the knife that he had in his hand. Ari strolled toward me, keeping a smile on his face. He brought a key, a key that would unlock me from my confinement. He put the key into the handcuffs hole, and as so as he turned the key, unlocking them, I quickly got up and made a break for the door that was still open. Of course, being the klutz, I tripped halfway to the door. This gave Ari enough time to close the door and turn his attention back to me.

"Trying to escape, are we?" he asked in his sickening voice.

Instead of answering, I slowly tried to crawl toward a corner of the room, to curl into a ball. Still, I wasn't as fast as I thought I would be, already skinning my knee on the hard cement floor. To make matters worse, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me to the center of the room, making me hit my face on the floor with a loss of balance. He turned me over so that I had to look into his eyes, eyes that were filled with the rage of me trying to escape him twice. Ari slowly moved his hand back but quickly sent it forwards into my face. He did this several times to the point that he broke the skin. I could smell the rust of my blood as it trickled down my face. He looked like he would hit me again when I heard a buzzer that went off twice.

Ari looked up, his smiling slowly leaving his face, but then quickly coming back. He had yet to look at me from the place that he was staring at on the wall. I looked toward where he was staring and saw a screen that I had not noticed before in my attempts to escape. On the screen, I saw my uncle with his gun held out, coming toward a door that looked similar to the one Ari had closed, keeping me in this room. I felt a hand on my upper arm, pulling me to stand. He brought the knife I forget about to my throat and moved me so that my back was pressed against his chest. He leaned down and whispered in my ear:

"If you make one sound, I will not hesitate to slit your throat. Do you understand me?"

I quickly nodded my head and made sure to clench my teeth, so I didn't make a sound. Ari then busted the door open, making sure that he kept the knife to my throat. There, a few feet in front of us, was my uncle. I remembered Renee saying that I was an open book and know that the fear that was undoubtedly showing in my sees would be seen by him.

"Well, Gibbs," Ari started talking, "I finally got you where I want. Who knew all I had to do was find your daughter? It's funny, really."

There he goes again about me being his daughter. Do we really look that much alike?

"What I find funny is that she isn't my daughter," Uncle Gibbs replied.

"What do you mean? Her pictures were all over your house. She even has your nose."

"My daughter died years ago. You were too late in your decision to kill her. Who you have there is my niece. But, I bet I can pull this trigger faster than you can move that hand with the knife."

"Who said I was going to use a knife, Gibbs," Ari asked.

You did, I want to say but kept my mouth shut. Ari dropped the knife and quickly moved his hand toward his pants and took something out of them. He then did a potion with his arm, and then I felt something cold against me temple: a gun. How does Edward call be perceptive, and I don't even notice a gun in someone's pocket.

"Now Gibbs, who do you think is going to win that bet of yours," Ari said while laughing like a crazy person.

I saw my uncle slowly squeezing the trigger, but before he could finish, a shot rang out through the building. As a natural reaction to the sound, I tightened my eyes. I opened my eyes and expected to be at the gats of heaven. Instead, I stood in the same place, except there was no longer a chest on my back or metal to my temple. Uncle Gibbs ran toward me and took me into his arms; I felt like he was shaking me until I realized I was the one shaking. I turned my head and looked toward the ground. Ari was lying on the floor with his eyes open and a gunshot wound in the forehead. I looked up toward the second level of the building and saw what I thought was the outline of a woman running toward where I presumed were stairs. I felt my uncle move me away from Ari's body and where doors were located, hopefully leading out of the building. I pressed my face into his chest and wished that what had happened to me was only a dream.

I opened my eyes to the sound of an ambulance. It was coming for me, I knew, but I hoped I wouldn't have to go to the hospital. The ambulance pulled up to the building I now understood to be a warehouse. The medics ran up to Uncle Gibbs and me, pulling me from his arms. They made me sit in the ambulance, but not on the gurney to take care of my wounds. None of them were bad enough that I needed stitches. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. Uncle Gibbs was right behind the medics, watching what they were doing; I saw Tony walking out of the building with a man and woman I didn't recognize. Tony walked straight toward me while the woman seemed almost scared to come up to me.

"Hey, Bellarina," Tony greeted me with a massive smile on his face. He only called me that because I was terrible at ballet and blushed at his teasing.

"Hey, Tony," I said to him. "Can you please stop calling me that?"

"No can do, Bellarina," Tony said and then turned around, pointing to the woman that was still behind him. "Bellarine, this is Ziva. Ziva, Bella."

"Hi," Ziva said. I got a better look at her face and noticed that she looked a lot like Ari.

"You look like..." I started to say, but she interrupted me.

"He's my half-brother."

"You're the one that shot him, weren't you?"

"I was."

"Thank you. Sorry, you had to shoot your brother, though."

She just smiled at me then turned toward where the other man went. I looked past the medics who looked like they were just about done and saw two figures making their way up the street. One was clearly the man that walked away earlier, but the other one I couldn't see well enough to be sure. By this time, the medics were done covering my wounds and said that I was fine as long as I took it easy for a while. I got out of the ambulance and walked to where Uncle Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva were standing. I turned around in time to see the medics get into their vehicle and drive away as more police cruisers pulled in. As soon as they were out of my sight, cold arms wrapped themselves around my waist and pulled me into a cold chest. I felt my heart rate double in tempo, knowing that this was the love of my life. Edward chuckled quietly in my ear, hearing how my heart sped up.

I turned around in his arms and enclosed my arms around his waist. I pressed my face into his chest, and we stayed that way until someone cleared their throat. I had a feeling it was Uncle Gibbs. I turned around and saw the man I had yet to learn the name of and Ziva in a conversation. Uncle Gibbs looked at Edward and me with his signature look and Tony with a huge smile on his face. He reminded me so much of Emmett with that smile.

"Shall we go," said mystery man.

"Yes, let's," Tony said with the smile still on his face and then spoke directly to me. "Since he's going to be rude, that's McGoo."

"It's Tim," I heard whispered into my ear.

"Hey, Tim," I said to Tim, who looked shocked that I knew his name.

"Are you coming or what?" we heard behind us. We turned, and Uncle Gibbs was already about half a block away from the rest of us.

We walked in the direction that Uncle Gibbs was and got into the car that was three blocks away. I was assigned to sit in Edward's lap in the back, with Ziva and Tim on either said. The whole wat back to Forks, I hoped that all the drama was over for the rest of the week. With my record of bad luck, no way that was going to happen.