Rated T for some creepy stuff.
A/N It's been forever! I feel terrible! Tiva Lova, you now have the right to harass me to get out chapters, oh, wait, you already had that right. I know, I know, I'm a horrible person, I'm so sorry, but I've just been so out of it since…. I think I updated after the last episode of Season 7. So, here's the dealio, boys and girls, I will start updating every Wednesday! If I don't, you can throw virtual rotten tomatoes at me and not review (I love my reviews!) Now enough of this rating Author's Note crap, time to get back to my fanfic.
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Quote: "In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe." –Michael Jackson
Chapter 4: Mom
Waking up was horrible. My eyes where crusted with mascara I'd not bothered to take off and my muscles ached. But there was no way to go back to sleep when Ryan ran into my room, jumped on my bed and started using it as a trampoline.
"Kelly! Kelly! Kelly!" His knees landed straight on my stomach.
"Son of a- ow!" I coughed out.
"Sorry." He smiled.
"What time is it?" I looked at the clock. 6 a.m.
"I'm hungry!" Ryan pulled the cover all the way off of my bed. "And Uncle Tony's here!"
"What?" I sat up straight.
"Uncle Tony's watching TV." I watched as Ryan rushed out and followed close behind.
"Morning." Tony said, holding a cup of coffee.
"Do you realize how rude and creepy it I that you're sitting on my couch in my living room at 6 o'clock in the morning?" I sat down next to him, taking the cup from him and sipping its contents.
"I like this look." He ignored my question and wrapped his arm around my waist.
I looked down. Of course he did. Short shorts and a tank? Yep, any straight male likes that look. He stood up, releasing my waist and walking to the mantle, looking at the pictures. I knew he'd notice the age gap. There where pictures of me up until age 7 and then there where no other pictures until I was 16.
He looked at me simply, the question in his eyes. "I, um, well, I wasn't too well off after my moms death." I muttered, hoping it'd be a sufficient answer. It wasn't. He sat back down next to me, holding a picture of Mom and I dancing around the living room while Dad sat on the couch, one Grandpa had taken.
"What happened, Kels?" He placed the picture on my lap and I looked down at it. A single tear fell, but I brushed it away quickly.
"She was killed by Mexican drug cartel." I gripped the frame and then set it down on the coffee table.
"What happened when you where kidnapped, Kelly?" His hand gripped mine and I stood up quickly.
"Did you read my file?" I snapped.
"I may have- well- glanced at it, but I wouldn't say I read the whole thing." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Get out." I demanded. The anger in me was boiling over. Memories fled back.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Dark rooms, screaming voices, pain.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Apartment." I kept my voice low so that Ryan wouldn't hear.
"Kelly-" Scary men, so scary.
"I will shoot you, how dare you read my file, how dare you look me in the eye and ask me about something like that! Something that I can't even talk to my father about!" I hissed through my teeth.
"I'm sorry, Kelly, I didn't think-" And that one corrupt cop. The one that'd visit me twice a week, to make my life hell.
"That's right! You didn't think! Now get out before I shoot you in the head." I spit the words out.
Without another word, Tony left. I sat down, sinking my head in my hands. "Kelly! Where's Uncle Tony?"
"Work." I smiled and pat him lightly on the head. "No more!" I'd scream. "Please!"
"Can I go to work with you?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, my neighbor Mrs. Jaso is going to watch after you today, she has a daughter who's 5." I smiled.
"Girls are gross." He said simply and walked into the kitchen.
I had a bad feeling about him being in the kitchen alone. Walking in, I realized just how right that feeling had been. A jar of jam was open, the contents spilt on the floor. The loaf of bread was opened, its contents gone, and like the jam, all of it was on the floor. Ryan was sitting with a spoon in his hand, eating the peanut butter and looking up at me.
"Oh. My. God." I sighed.
Ryan jumped up and took off into the living room, spoon in hand.
I followed him and he was on the couch, stripping, the peanut butter spoon on the coffee table, his pants on the floor.
"Ryan! Stop it!" I ran over to him, but he took off around the couch, avoiding me completely.
The door to my apartment opened and closed. I looked over and saw my dad.
"Help!" I said.
"Ryan!" Dad kept his tone firm.
Ryan stopped dead and looked at my dad.
I grabbed him, just as he went to pull his underwear down. He was sticky, probably from the jam or peanut butter.
2 hours and a whole lot of clean up later, I sat at my desk, looking over the pictures, trying to find something we may have missed. I pushed them away and stood up abruptly.
"Why did the killer murder these people like they where vampires?" Abby was sitting at Dad's desk, bored while waiting for the results of a test.
"For the shits and giggles of it?" I offered as I started pacing.
"Hate crime?" Tony added.
"What kind of hate crime?" Tim asked. I completely ignored Tony as he watched me pace, not saying or looking at him.
"Religious?" Ziva looked up at me.
"Neither of them had any disabilities, so not that." Abby commented.
"Both of our victims where Caucasian."
I looked at Tim. "So there's a murderer running around killing people because they're white?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Just an idea." He shrugged.
"I doubt that race has anything to do with it." Tony nodded. "Maybe someone's been watching Dracula too many times and snapped. Had a mental break down, decided to play Buffy, and started killing random people."
"What if Seth Foley and Juliet Marshall actually where vampires?" We all looked at Abby.
"Abbs." I sighed.
"No, not like that. There are these groups of people that believe they're like psychic vampires it's kind of like a religion. They have clans, and rules, and all of this really interesting stuff, there's even a pretty prominent clan here in DC. Led by a former Senator, Alexander Barry." She went to my computer and pulled up pictures of the ex Senator.
He was older, probably 10 years older then my father, at first I was caught up studying his face, but soon enough someone behind him caught my eye. "Lena Barry." I murmured.
"Lena Foley." Tony said louder, at the same time.
"Maiden name Barry, daughter of former Senator Alexander Barry." I turned and looked at Tony. "How the hell did I miss that?"
"We all missed it." Tim sounded stunned.
"But how does Juliet Marshall play into that, and we don't even know if Seth Foley was the same thing as his wife?"
"No idea. But what if they where both part of this clan? That would mean the members are getting killed off." Abby commented.
"Where's Dad?" I asked her.
"Autopsy, Ducky wanted to talk to him apparently." Tim said.
"Somebody call down and grab your gear." I said quickly. "Abbs, try and pull up as much information as you can, I know it's not your job, but since you have time, try and connect Juliet Marshall to the clan, find any phone numbers, or email addresses that match both. Timmy, do you have the address for the Barry residence?"
"Got it." He nodded.
"She is very much like her father, she takes the lead very well." Ziva was saying to Tony.
"She does." He nodded and looked back at me. I was at my desk, pulling out my gun and badge. I quickly looked down. He walked over to me. "I'm sorry, Junior."
I shook my head. "If I was ready to tell you about what happened, I would have. And it would have gone over much better if you'd just asked me, DiNozzo."
Ziva, Tim, and Abby had already left. "You will tell me someday though, right?"
"I don't know, Tony. I don't know if I'll ever tell anyone exactly what happened. I'm sorry." I stared up at him.
"I'll earn your trust, Kels." He swore.
"It's not a matter of trust. It's a matter of my fear. I don't ever want to relive what happened to me." I walked around my desk and kissed his cheek.
I was starting to walk away when he grabbed my arm, "Then I'll find a way to make you feel safe."