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NCIS Headquarters- Interrogation Room.
Sienna sighed softly as she rubbed her temples. They'd started aching thirty minutes ago and had yet to be relieved. It was from the tears Sienna had tried so hard to keep at bay. Unsuccessfully, of course. She'd managed to get through most of her story without shedding a single drop, but as always....the end completely overwhelmed her system.
"He found you at your father's house, right?" McGee said.
Sienna glanced up, mildly surprised at his sudden appearance. A look around the room told her that she was with all four NCIS Agents. As another round of drums played against her temple, she groaned silently and hung her head in her hands. Her head hurt too bad to figure out when Gibbs and McGee had come into the room.
"Yes." Sienna mumbled. "I was there for two weeks before I came home and found another bouquet of flowers on the doorstep there. It was the same bouquet as the one I found in the hotel that one night."
"What did you do after he found you at your fathers?" Ziva asked.
"We went to my brother-in-law's place." Sienna said. "Three days later, there was another bouquet."
"What did the notes say on the flowers, Mrs. Cena?" Tony asked.
Sienna gave a small shrug, trying to remember. "Nothing mean or nasty...mostly I love you and I'm sorry....I miss you...those types of things. The nasty letters were mailed...they didn't come with flowers."
"You and your husband went back to work at this time." Ziva said. "Why?"
"We didn't want him to win." Sienna whispered.
"Didn't want him to win what?" Ziva asked, confused.
"We planned our lives with him in mind." Sienna said. "We lost time with our daughter, with our family...with our friends. We spent so much time running from a monster that we couldn't even identify. There just....there wasn't a point in running anymore. He found us no matter where we went, so why hide?"
"What happened next?" McGee asked, looking up at Sienna. "When you went back to work, I mean?"
"We continued to travel with the WWE, performing in shows and such. We would change hotels as often as we could. The letters still came, though." Sienna said. "So did the flowers, but...then....they just stopped coming."
Tears gathered at the corner of Sienna's eyes, slipping onto her cheeks as her lids slowly lowered.
"I thought it was over." she whispered. "But....it wasn't even close...to being over."
Later on in the night.............
She had spent the entire day recounting the events of the last six months. Every moment, every letter...every emotion. She had tried valiantly to keep it together; to hold everything she was feeling within herself. But as the memories arose, her control had scattered.
The emotions ran rampant throughout her body, threatening to choke her. Sienna's system became so overwhelmed; she could feel the old panic creeping in. Feeling like she had no other choice, Sienna did something she hadn't done in years. She shut down...completely.
The empty look in Sienna's eyes didn't go unnoticed either. Knowing they would get no further in their conversation, Gibbs went ahead and dismissed Sienna for the day. With the order to be back at eight the next morning, Sienna had headed towards the elevator.
Minutes later, she along with Agent DiNozzo and Officer David, were in the car on the way to the hotel. Tony glanced over at Sienna, watching her blankly stare out the window. Tony couldn't help but be a little concerned at the dramatic turn her psyche had taken.
"She is too calm, Ziva." he said softly.
"She is not calm, Tony." Ziva responded softly. "She is numb."
"How do you know?" Tony asked.
"Because I do." Ziva replied. It was a survival trait that Ziva, herself, had acquired during her Masad training. Hiding her emotions, feeling nothing. It was an easy switch to turn on and practically impossible to turn off.
"Do you think she's worried?" Ziva asked, keeping her eye on Sienna. "About us finding him?"
"No." Tony said, shaking his head. "She trusts Gibbs. More than your typical 'I trust you because your a federal agent' type of trust, too."
"Did we find out how they knew each other?" Ziva asked.
Tony sighed softly, glancing again at Sienna. "I ran a check on her, but there's nothing that signifies they would have known each other."
"So why does she trust him so much, then?" Ziva asked.
Tony shrugged. ""I don't know. We'll just have to see if we can figure it out tomorrow."
In the hotel room.............................
Sienna slowly turned the lock to her room and opened the door. Reaching in, she let her fingers glide over the wall until they touched the light switch. Flipping it on, she walked in as light flooded the room. Tossing her bag and coat onto the chair, she shut the door and kicked off her shoes.
After a stop at the bathroom, she grabbed an ash tray from the dresser and moved to her balcony. Leaning against the railing, she took her cigarettes from her pocket and lit one up. Peeking down at the street, she studied the scene below taking note of everyone and everything.
An hour passed, then two and Sienna was finally beginning to relax. As she hung up the phone from ordering room service, her butt suddenly started vibrating. Reaching into her back pocket she took out her cell phone and looked to see who was calling her. With a deep breath, she put the phone to her ear and forced a cheeriness that she didn't feel.
"Hi, Carol."
"Hey honey. How are you?" Carol asked.
Sienna flicked the ashes in the tray, then answered.
"Tired." she said. "Tired but okay."
"I'm glad." Carol softly replied. "I was worried about you."
"I'm fine, Carol." Sienna reassured her. "How's everyone over there?"
"We're doing fine, honey." Carol said. "You're dad and mom are coming over tomorrow with Brendan so we can have a play date."
"How is Abby?" She whispered.
Carol hesitated before she spoke.
"She misses you. She cried a little at bed time....asking about..." Carol's voice cut off as she took a deep breath.
"I didn't know what to say..." Carol began again.
"I know, Carol." Sienna said softly, interrupting her. "It's okay. She...still....she just doesn't understand and with everything going on, I haven't had time...."
Thinking about her daughter crying, clenched the strings on Sienna's heart. The thought of having to explain what was happening...again...to her daughter practically choked her.
"Carol....I um...I need to go." Sienna lied. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
Sienna hung up with Carol, not even waiting for a response and immediately put the cigarette to her lips. After taking a few calming breaths, she picked the phone back up.
"Hey, Daddy."
"Thank God." Back in Boston, Mark gave a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Daddy." Sienna said softly.
"Jeff was asking about you. He's worried." Mark told her.
"Yeah, I know." Sienna said. "I'll call him tomorrow."
"He's not the only one, you know." Mark said. "Who's worried about you."
"I'm fine, Dad." Sienna responded.
"You don't sound fine." Mark commented.
Sienna paused, not really sure how to respond that. "It's been a long day."
"You're doing fine, baby." Mark said softly, offering encouragement to the problem she wouldn't voice.
Sienna sighed softly. "I didn't think it would be this hard."
Mark grew quiet for a moment, then said softly. "I could be there tomorrow, Sienna."
Sienna smiled gently at that. "I know, Daddy."
A knock sounded at Sienna's door caused her to look up. Getting to her feet, she put out her cigarette and moved back into her room. When she got to the door, she looked through the peep hole then spoke into the phone.
"Dad, I gotta go. Dinner's here." She said. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"All right, Sen." Mark said. "I love you."
"I love you too." Sienna said softly. "Bye, Daddy."
Sienna hung up the phone and opened the door. A young woman in a waitress outfit stood with a cart. Pushing the cart into the room, the woman parked it by the bed, and then went back towards the door. She paid for the meal, included a tip then settled into bed for a little down time. Her eyes grew heavy and closed despite her best effort to keep them open.