Hi guys, sorry for this taking a while but I hope you think this rewrite is an improvement.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own NCIS or any copy writes for it, but I can dream.
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Chapter One:
The open sky cries down upon me, soaking me to the bone. I ignore it. My legs burn in pain, but I keep on running, I can't go back. I don't know where I am, but it's dark and cold, I'm petrified that they will find me. I'm taking the streets at random in the hope that they will not be able to follow me, but I am being gnawed away from the inside, by the doubt reminding me that there is no escape. Cause they are the daemons who haunt my dreams and are leaving me no choice but to run. I've spent so much of my life running that it has become second nature, and I know that I can never stop. I've always wished for a normal life, but from an early age I learnt the cruelty of the world and that danger is around every corner, and the corners will always follow me everywhere I go. I'm running faster than I ever have before, trying to run past the pain, but I accept it as a punishment, though I am unsure what I have done wrong. My mother left me a mission; to stay alive.
I run into another side street trying to stay hidden. I trip and fall on what I presume is some bin bags, but then I hear a small moan of pain and I know that I am not alone. I feel myself tense ready to run but I resist the urge, curious as to why my gut is telling that there is no danger.
"Who's there?" I call out into the darkness
"Might have to ask you the same question." The voice responds with slight sarcasm, throwing me for a second.
"Show yourself." I manage to stutter.
"Yeah, yeah, just move your foot." The voice replies this time sounding slightly annoyed. As I analyse their voice I quick come to the conclusion that I am talking to a man no more than sixteen years of age.
"Why?" I ask cautiously, unsure if I can trust him.
"You're standing on my jacket."
"Oh sorry." I babble and take a couple of steps back.
"Thanks Newbie."
"Newbie?"
"You're obviously new to the world of the streets." He explains.
"Why would you think that?"
"You apologised."
"And?"
"It's rare for people normally, but for those who live on the streets it's nonexistent."He replies and I can hear his smile in his voice.
"Perhaps I have manners." I respond with a slight grin.
"I doubt that." The voice replies as he finally stands up and I presume he puts on his jacket. When he walks closer I notice that he is reasonably tall, possibly fifteen; sixteen at the most. He has wild brown hair, which he has long since given up trying to tame, compliments his fair skin. I know immediately that most girls would find him attractive, when he quickly pushes his hair away from his hidden eyes. As I gaze into them I am amazed by their complexity as they harness no prominent colour, yet they are filled with such life and amusement that I cannot even begin to comprehend.
"Who are you?" I ask more boldly than I feel.
"Does it matter?" he asks with another smirk
"To me it does."
"My name is Anthony DiNozzo." He replies with a broader grin "But I tend to go by Tony".
"Italian." My mouth sharply points out before I have a chance to stop it. "You don't look Italian." I state quite bluntly causing him to let out a light laugh.
"And you don't look like a know it all." He remarks.
"Appearances can be deceiving."
"I agree with you there." He mutters his voice turning more serious. "So what are you doing here?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Why not?"
"Touché." I remark with a short smile and we stay silent for a few endless minutes observing each other.
"You're not going to tell me." He finally concludes with a smile.
"You're good." I reply to which he shrugs.
"Takes a runner to know a runner."
"What are you running from?"
"Uh huh" he waves his finger in a mock scolding action "I'm not telling you any more until I at least know your name." he teases with a grin, I shake my head at him in slight amusement and disbelief, unsure why I am still here talking to him but then again I do not want to leave.
"Alexis." I reply after a few minutes matching his grin "But I tend not to tell anyone."
"Very well Alexis, do you have a surname?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Perhaps" I reply with a shrug.
"Helpful." He grins at me and I feel a strange sensation build up in my chest. "Do you make a habit of running?" he asks, and I can tell that he is trying to suss me out.
"If I need to."
"Why?"
"Is this twenty questions or something?" I ask in a slightly agitated voice.
"If you want." He shrugs.
"We'll your hardly participating." I remark slightly too cold for my own liking.
"Yeah, but my life's no fun." He replies shrugging off my sudden change of mood.
"What makes you think my life's any better?" I ask looking into his hazel eyes and once the contact is made, I can't bear too look away even when I notice that he is starting to read them as if they were the pages of a book, and I don't stop him because there is a part of me which wants him to know the secrets I am forced to keep.
"It's not at the moment, but it was, and it will be again." Tony replies after a couple of seconds.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I'm gonna make it happen." He grins lifting the sullen mood "Come on!" he beckons as he starts to leave the alleyway.
"Where are we going?"
"I know a little place." He says not giving anything away. I sigh in response; my brain is screaming at me not to go, but my heart tells me to follow him and enjoy the happiness he seems to bring, for once I choose my heart and I quickly walk over to join him.
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A/N: Ok so I really hope you think that this is an improvement, because the reader's opinion always matters. So any way the offer still stands for any readers to create a character for this story and I look forward to bringing them to life.