I drove all the way to the only motel Forks had. Pulling up into the parking lot, I saw that the exact car I rode in yesterday. I shut the engine to my truck off, looked at the door, and walked into the old motel. At the front desk, an elderly woman was reading one of those gossip magazines. I coughed to catch the woman's attention. She looked up at me with a shine in her eyes and a smirk. Oh no. She was one of those women.
"Is there anything I can do for you, sweetie?" she asked me.
"I'm looking for my uncle and his group," I responded.
"And who would that be?" she questioned.
You had to be kidding. There was only one car in the parking lot; ergo, there was only one group that could possibly be here. I stared at her in disbelief.
"You're joking, right?"
She stared right into my eyes, being totally serious. Her head was slightly tilted, and she still had that annoying smile on her face. I stared right back at her until I heard chuckling behind me that sounded so familiar to me. I smiled brightly and turned around to the source of the laugh.
"Hey, Bellarina," the person said.
"Tony!" I yelled, running into his outstretched arms, where he spun me around in a circle.
He then led me down a corridor to the right of the lady and her peering eyes. He stopped at the door, pulled a key from his pocket, opened the door, and went into the room first, keeping me out of sight.
"Tony, what took you so long?" a male voice called from inside the room, sounding like Tim.
"I found someone outside," Tony told him.
"Well, isn't that a surprised," I heard Ziva's voice sarcastically say.
"We don't have time for this, DiNozzo," Uncle Gibbs told him.
"Oh, really," Tony said, moving out the way so the room could see me while pulling me into the room.
Uncle Gibbs smiled, walked over, and hugged me tightly against him, and kissed me on the top of my head. He let me go so that everyone else could see me. I looked at Ziva, and she looked sad. Tim looked at me, almost worried.
"Should you really be here? I mean, you were just kidnapped."
"Don't worry. I've been through worst."
He looked at me even more worried. At least I was telling the truth. The ordeal I went through with James track, or should I say stalking me, was even worse. This time, I didn't have a broken leg or broken ribs puncturing my lungs. Then again, maybe I should have lied, but then everyone would know I was.
"What happened?" he nearly screamed at me.
"A couple of weeks ago, I fell down two flights of stairs and fell through a window," I said in case someone decided to look at my medical records. They looked even more terrified than I thought would have been possible. "I'm a klutz, so it was only a matter of time." It looked like that didn't make him feel any better. "When are you guys leaving," I said, moving on to another topic.
Flight leaves in four hours," Uncle Gibbs tells me, returning to packing up his bag, "so we have to be at the airport in an hour."
"What about your guns?" I asked him.
"That's why we're leaving so early," Tony answered instead. "If this was DC, all we would have to do is flash out badges. Forks probably have never heard of NCIS. This will give us about two hours to explain why.
As he finished, a phone started ringing. Everyone jumped, not expecting it. Uncle Gibbs opened his cell phone, answering it.
"Hello?" he asked and then quickly pulled the phone away from his ear. There was a high pitched voice on the other side, screaming. "Abbs, calm down," he told the person.
Abby. I should have known she would be the first person to call. I held out my hand, asking for the phone. My uncle willingly gave me the phone. Abby was still yelling into the phone while someone else in the background was telling her to calm down as well.
"Hey, Abby," I called into the phone.
She calmed down long enough to ask, "Who are you?"
"It's me, Bella."
After stating my name, I quickly pulled the phone away from my ear before she could start screaming again. It had been at least two years since I had last seen her. I put the phone back to my ear once she was finished yelling at me.
"Bella! How are you? Where are you? Why are you with Gibbs? Is something wrong? I mean, you're a total danger magnet, and I mean that will love, of course, but then again, that is the understatement of the year and the last two decades, most likely. You're okay, right. There is nothing I should be worried about, right?"
"Are you done?" I asked her before she could continue that line of questioning. "And yes, I'm fine, nothing to be worried about.
"Then why is Gibbs with you? He didn't tell me he was leaving."
"There was a small situation. Again, not for you to be worried about."
"And how small was the supposedly small situation."
"There was just something with this guy named Ari and it..."
Abby started screaming before I could finish my sentence.
"What do you mean Ari? He's a sadistic murderer! He killed Kate and hurt Ducky! How did you get involved with him?"
"How is Ducky?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Trying, being the keyword.
"Don't try to change the subject! I need to know what happened now, and Ducky is fine! Now, tell me what happened!"
By this time, I had the phone permanently away from my ear. The others were done packing their stuff and were staring at the phone in my hand. Everyone had heard what she said. I couldn't give her an answer because I didn't know what happened anyway. All I know is that he kept calling Uncle Gibbs my father and called me Isabella Marie Gibbs. What was I supposed to tell her?