Hi guys, here is the new version of chapter two. I'm not an expert on anything to do with architecture, so I am sorry if I get it wrong.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own NCIS or any copy writes for it, but I can still dream.
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Chapter Two:
I study the gray building in front of us; I quickly come to the conclusion that it is some kind of community centre. It's defiantly not new, I can tell that by the grime on the concrete walls, but I can tell that it's not that old because of the box style of the building.
"What exactly is this place?" I ask pretending that I don't have a clue.
"It's a soup kitchen." He responds with a knowing grin.
"And why did you bring me here?" I ask and he rolls his eyes.
"Come on." He sighs and takes my hand, leading me inside the building. Inside there is a large hall with off-white walls and blue-gray tiles, Tony leads me through a maze of chairs and tables full of homeless people of all ages, until we finally reach the make shift kitchen on the left-hand side.
"I still don't understand." I moan playing my confusion up dramatically, I can tell that he knows what I'm doing, but he doesn't admit it and continues to play along.
"I thought you might be hungry." He admits with a shrug and I can't help but smile.
"Thanks." I mutter, this time not pretending and I feel my cheeks start to burn. He ignores it to my relief and leads me over to the back of the queue.
"Thanks." I mutter again once we are seated with bowls of soup and cups of tea.
"No prob." He responds with a smile that makes me blush again.
"So perhaps it's time for the twenty questions?"
"Lady's first." He says with a childish grin.
"How old are you Tony?"
"Fifteen."
"Why and how long have you been on the streets?"
"That's two questions." He grumbles.
"Just answer it!" I exclaim in annoyance.
"My dad kicked me out the house a couple of months back … we did not exactly see eye to eye on most things after… well… my…um…" He stutters uncomfortably
"Yeah, my dad has defiantly not been the best role model." I interrupt him, saving him in from any further explanation.
"Why what did he do?" Tony asks, making it my turn to become uncomfortable.
"It's…um…complicated." I mutter avoiding his eyes.
"So how old are you exactly, you never said." He asks quickly changing the subject.
"Fourteen, fifteen next May." I reply glad of the quick change of topic. We sit there in silence, hardly eating, trying to think of something to stop the awkwardness. Eventually I give up with a sigh, and just ask him the question that keeps on bugging me.
"Why are you doing this?" I blurt out.
"I um… thought that you would … um…" he trails off.
"What did you think?" I spurt out before I realise how tactless I sound.
"I thought that you might need a break." He mutters.
"You don't know anything about my life." I respond getting quite defensive.
"It's not hard to guess."
"Tell me." I whisper, the anger gone from my voice.
"Everything used to be happy-clappy, then suddenly everything came crashing down on you, and you can't stop getting hurt. You're obviously fed up with it all, and you've decided that running is the best option, even though it will cause more problems when you have to go back."
"I'm not going back."
"I don't blame you." I lift my gaze so that our eyes are level "There is more isn't there."
"It's complicated." I murmur, hoping that it is a good enough explanation. To my relief he accepts it and continues to eat his tomato soup
"But seriously, why are you helping me?" I ask after a few more minutes of silence.
"I'm giving you the break that no-one gave me." He admits with a sigh.
We stay silent and finish the rest of our meal, not sure if we can trust our mouths with anymore words.
"What now?" I finally ask when we have returned our cups and bowls.
"We find somewhere safe for the night." He tells me and leads the way out the building.
"Is anywhere safe?" I ask with slight sarcasm earning me a grin.
"Depends on who you are hiding from." He replies. "But this place should do for the night." He grins as he points inside a dark alleyway.
"Fine." I sigh and follow him in. We sit down behind some empty dustbins for shelter and to remain hidden. I pull my thin jacket closer to my body, trying to get warm. Tony notices and starts to remove his jacket. As soon as I notice I protest but he shrugs it off and continues anyway.
"Thank you." I smile when he places it over me, already warm from when he was wearing it. I pull it closer and I can smell his scent, it's kind of musty but I like it and I instinctively bring it closer.
When I wake up it is still dark. My position has moved and I am surprised to find my head on his shoulder and his arm draped around my waist pulling me closer to him, but I make no move to remove it; I feel strangely safe, and I want this sensation to last forever. I close my eyes and drift back off to sleep.
Then next time I wake up it is still dark, but something is wrong, I can feel it. I look over at Tony, he's sensed it too and his eyes are darting around the place looking for any sign of danger.
"Can you see anything?" I whisper as quietly as I can. He quickly shakes his head and brings his finger to his lips, signalling for me to stay quiet. We wait for what seems like hours as the noise in the alleyway dies down and we are left in silence. Once we are both sure that whoever it was is gone, we emerge from behind the dustbins.
"We should move." He tells me and I nod in agreement.
"Do you know who it was?"
"No, but we've got to get away from here and fast. We don't want to be here if they come back." He takes my hand again and I feel it start to tingle in his warmth.
"Thanks for giving me your jacket." I say handing it back over to him.
"I would not have been much of a gentleman if I'd have let you freeze." He says with a shrug.
"So you think of yourself as a gentleman?" I tease.
"No … I was just… Oh never mind." He mutters and his cheeks blush slightly out of embarrassment. "Come on." He says leading the way.
"Where are we going?"
"I dunno, we'll decide that when we get there."He says with a slight laugh and I can't help but join in. After a few minutes we start running, gathering distance quickly from the alleyway in which we slept in, and somewhere along the line we joined hands.
But unknown to us we are being watched… by more than one person…
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Ok, so I hope you guys like it, I added more information as you can probably tell; I noticed when I read through the original that I never properly introduced Alexis and Tony to each other, so I thought I might put it in this chapter. Tell me what you think =)