Uggg. I had a major writer's block on the LAST chapter of my other story It's A Hard Knock Life and it was making me really mad. I haven't been writing because I've been obsessing over 'In Plain Sight'. I have seen one episode and like ten fan vids…and I love Marshall…any IPS fans out there?

I am rambling! And I think I will go into detail thanking my readers and reviewers:

LivieLi- Fellow NCIS fan, I salute you! Tiva? Or Tate? McAbby?

ReillyScarecrowRocks- Random comic relief, kind of a random thought. And you are such a good guesser! ;)

The-Gallagher-Girl-Zammie- I like your user name! :D

ImogenXx- NCIS is like the best show ever! It's about the Navy…and I don't know how to describe it…so Google it! : ) And you are not crazy! And there is no such thing as an ugly smile!

LucyReywood- It's okay about the reviews, it's the thought that matters!

Baaahhh! I need to stop writing author's notes and get to work!

Alex's POV:

I think that Cam and I saw the woman in the doorway at the exact same moment…and I can't say for sure, but I think we felt the same fear.

"Oh, man," I muttered.

"That's a very…mild way to put it," Cammie replied. She smashed her hand against the window, "I knew it was too good to be true!"

"Don't give up yet, we have the plane, she doesn't-" I stopped as ten more people like shapes appeared out of the darkness.

"No," Cammie replied sarcastically, "She's got the backup…with large guns."

That could be a problem. "So what do you suggest we do?"

She looked around the plane then back at the thugs who were coming closer to the plane, their heads bent against the wind from the propellers. She took a deep breath, "We get out of here. Back the plane up."

"What?" I said, turning to see her face. As usual, it was showing absolutely nothing. "Are you crazy?"

She nodded, "Probably. But I have a plan. Put the plane in reverse."

This was insane. But I started cautiously scanning the switches, knobs, and the sticks I had no idea of their purpose, watching Cammie out of the corner of my eye, making sure that she didn't try something stupid. "So, I'm going to assume here that you're remembering the dynamite here…right?"

She nodded, "I haven't forgotten it."

"If I go out the back, we might set off the whole building, blowing everything, including us, to heck."

"I never said that we were going out the back," she grinned in a devilish manner.

And that's when things started happening.

London- No Particular POV

Alan Blunt pinched the bridge of his nose for the sixth time in the last three minutes, "And you're sure that they got onto the boat and were rescued after it went down."

"Yes, I'm sure. My sources tell me that after the rescue some family member's showed up and took them 'home'. I believe that the Circle had them."

"Had?" Blunt asked.

The face on the computer nodded, "There's been no chatter that Cam-Miss Morgan has been brought to the base camp."

"We've lost all contact."

"I know."

"Most likely they're dead, and they're not coming back."

The computer shrugged, "If she's alive, she'll come back. If you'll excuse my abruptness, I know Gallagher Girls better than you do."

Blunt almost smiled as he moved the mouse to ex out the conversation, "That may be true, Goode. But I know your mother. She isn't easily stopped."

Alex's POV

The first round of bullets when wide and missed the plane completely. The second round lodged themselves in the left side of the plane, and one went through the windshield between Cammie and me. "This might be a good time for you to tell me the rest of your plane!" I shouted over the steady whine of the engine and the spray of bullets.

"Spin around a couple times, we've got two stowaways on the left wing!" Was her reply.

I jerked the joy-stick back then to the right, all the while pushing up the speed on the little plane. I saw a flash of color out of the corner of my eye as one of the stowaways flew off the wing, quickly followed by his companion. More bullets peppered the plane, several more hitting the windshield.

"Two minutes!" Cammie screamed, "Let's get out of here before they do any more serious damage!"

Sometimes, Cammie pretended to be an optimist. I was willing to bet that one of those bullets had done some sort of damage, but for right now, we needed to get out of there. "Here goes absolutely nothing!" I yelled.

"Don't say it like that!" Cammie screamed as the plane spun back to the open doors. All of the men had run for cover, leaving Quinn squinting into the wind, a rifle pointed at Cammie. The wind had blown off the wig she had been wearing, and now I could see long auburn hair and the pure hate.

At the last possible second the rifle exploded and the bullet hit the windshield, sending spider web-like cracks across the whole wind shield, but somehow it managed to hold.

As Quinn too dove out of the way, I swore I heard her scream over all the noise that this wasn't over. As much as I wanted this to be in my imagination, I knew that the words might be in my mind, but the danger wasn't over.

As if to illustrate my point, as we reached the horizon, the building exploded into a huge ball of flames. But when I glanced over my shoulder, I could see three or four shapes running from the burning building and that hope that Quinn and her cronies had been killed went up in smoke. This wasn't even getting close to the end, it was hardly just the beginning.

Was that to terrible? I know it was rather short, but I wrote nearly the whole chapter, hated it, and deleted all of it. This story is sucking my creative juices dry, and I'm afraid it's showing…please tell me the brutal truth. Is this getting bad? If it is, I might consider putting this on hiatus…which would really make me feel stupid.

Uggg, please tell me if it's okay!

~S