Chapter 5

'That's the fifth bar in twenty minutes', Ziva said when they stepped out of the car.

It was already getting dark. 'And all of them know something but refuse to tell. She must be really scaring hell out of them', Tony agreed.

They entered the next strip bar. Ziva gave Tony a tag when she saw him only paying attention on the naked women's big boobs

'Tony', she hissed.

They both went to the barkeeper. 'What can I do for you?', he asked. He was big, bald and tattooed.

'NCIS, Special Agents DiNozzo and David', Tony said and showed his license and badge. 'We are searching a girl called Scarlet Jones.'

'I don't think I can help you', the barkeeper muttered angrily. 'Piss off', he added.

'Hey!', Ziva yelled and pulled him with his collar on the table.

'Who is she and where can we find her?', Ziva hissed.

'The second question I can answer', a female voice said from behind.

Ziva left the barkeeper and she and Tony turned around.

Scarlet came closer. She was self-confident, wore a black leather jacket and black leather trousers, obviously a motorcycle suit.

Ziva nodded. 'We should arrest you', she said but both agents didn't move.

'Then try', Scarlet said openly. 'But I assume you will be the first ones to be killed', she looked around.

The men (and less women) in the bar nodded.

They all seemed to be of the same type: killer, drug dealer, criminals.

'I think we won't', Tony tried to smile.

'Shall we kill them, Scar?', the barkeeper asked.

Scar shook her head.

'Scar? You like that abbreviation? Shall I make you a scar?', Ziva asked aggressively.

Scar just smiled.

'Why do you think she's called like this?', a man from another table shouted.

Some people laughed. Scarlet just smiled and raised an eyebrow.

'I don't see any scar', Tony said.

'That's because you haven't slept with her yet', the girl on the billiard table said.

Ziva and Tony both needed a while to realize what she had just said. 'However, we are here to arrest you', Ziva said and made a step toward Scarlet.

In one moment all of the men at the table stood up.

'Ah, I think we'll come back later', Tony said, grabbed Ziva's arm and pulled her out.

When they were outside, Ziva shouted: 'Why the hell did you pull me out?'

'They were too many. They're all protecting Scarlet. We need her alone', he explained and looked back. 'Let's better disappear before she changes her mind.'

'I heard you'd be back, Doc', Gibbs said when he entered Autopsy.

'Yes, I feel myself stronger than ever before', Ducky said and shut off the screen of his computer before Gibbs could see it. 'What are you hiding, Duck?', he asked and put it on again. There was a picture of Scarlet and what McGee had found out in the background. Gibbs sighed.

'She is not the typical criminal', Ducky said.

'Psychological profile?', Gibbs asked.

Ducky sighed. 'She is smart, intelligent, clever-'

'These are synonyms.'

'I know. She had the chance to kill me but decided just to hurt me. Why?'

'Not because she eventually likes you.'

'When she stabbed me she whispered to me that she respected me as a doctor.'

'Tony and Ziva met her today. She's still here.'

'There is no reason for her to disappear. She got other killing jobs.'

'I think she'll probably kill you.'

'Why?'

'She didn't last time.'

'Why this time? Gibbs, listen to me.'

Gibbs said nothing but did this Gibbs-typical movement with his head.

'She grew up in a bad family. No mother and her father used her for illegal drug trade. Then she saw him dying. She never had anybody in her life.'

'She searches someone? A love? I don't think she has feelings.'

'Usually, you assume that such a girl who had seen such miserable things to early, might have lost her humanity. But she didn't. She was nice and friendly when she was here. She could laugh and she expressed feelings.'

'She lied and her sadness was a lie, too.'

'Yes, but she perfectly knew 'sadness'. She has feelings. I think she searches a father-figure.'

Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

'Understand, Gibbs, she never had nice parents. She always was used and she doesn't know more than killing and betraying. She fights for survival everyday out there and you know, it isn't easy for a seventeen year old immigrant girl.'

'She's a mass murderer, a professional killer.'

'Whatever she is, she also feels…for example love and hatred, anger and sadness.'

'If you were younger I would say a special sort of Stockholm syndrome', Gibbs got louder.

'Don't you understand, Jethro? She is only a girl with no chance. She never had a choice in her life. She isn't responsible for what she became', Ducky said angrily.

Without another word Gibbs walked out of Autopsy.

'She is a nice girl', Ducky screamed before the doors closed again.

'You really think so?'

Ducky turned around. 'I…haven't heard you…how did you get in?', he asked astonished.

Scarlet smiled and came nearer. 'It wasn't difficult.'

'How many people did you kill for this?', Ducky asked suspiciously.

'None. I just stole the identity card of director Vance. He has two and doesn't control regularly if the second one still is in his night table.'

'Why are you here? To kill me?', Ducky asked.

He wasn't scared but he had to admit that he was somehow uncomfortable with a seventeen year old killer alone in a room.

'No, why should I kill you?', she asked and came nearer.

'You nearly did last time.'

'And I regret I didn't.' Ducky raised an eyebrow.

'Somehow Gibbs is right. I am a killer, I shouldn't have any feelings after what happened to my family and my friends.'

'But you do have feelings', he could read this in her face.

She nodded. 'Somehow I didn't become one of those not human killer machines. I can kill without regretting.'

'Why are you here, Scarlet?', he asked suspiciously.

'Most people just call me Scar.'

'Why are you here Scar?...why just Scar?'

She pulled up her t-shirt and he saw the huge scar on her belly. 'Oh my…who did this to you?', he asked and couldn't close his mouth. He swallowed and astonished looked at her. She let her T-shirt fall down and hide her half-moon scar again.

She sighed. 'Two years after my father died I took revenge. I killed his killer On the escape, one of his guards did this to me. I don't even know why I took revenge. After all, I didn't like my father. He was such a big asshole. Now I could even consider of speaking of hatred towards him', she said.

Ducky nodded. A tough childhood, no wonder she had become such a tough girl.

But it was amazing how self-disciplined she was.

'What do you want here, Scar?', he repeated his question.

'NCIS is trying to find me.'

'They did.'

'They don't know that I'm here right now.'

'That's right', he admitted.

'I have got a job offer yesterday for which I have to go abroad. I won't return within the next month. But unfortunately I can't leave the country that easily.'

'Wrong identity?'

'I do have one. But Gibbs' team is running face recognition on every face on Washington airport. I just need a few clicks from any computer inside the building to manage this. Do I have to say 'please'?', she said.

'Yes', Ducky answered.

'May I please use your computer?'

He stood up.

He already knew he would regret this.

Four hours later Scarlet already sat in the plane and under her was water, water and…ocean. She looked out of the window. She really liked Ducky. She planned to send him a post card. She looked at the file she held in her hands.

Actually, what she was just doing was against her morality. But she just couldn't resist the offer. About a day ago, she had accidentally run in agent Fornell. He had heard of her and wanted to use her. He asked her if she would rather go into prison or take along an FBI undercover mission.

She hadn't thought for long. FBI wanted her undercover and she was glad that she could finally do something illegal without being able to be punished for it.

Don't we all want to do bad things we don't want to be punished for?

I'm sorry because of the ending. I don't think it is very good.

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