I woke up and it was sunny, well of course it was sunny. It was frickin LA! I felt so much better, but then I remembered everything I had said and done. Holy Shit, did I actually say that to Callen!

I sat up and looked around the room. I was in a bed, but I don't remember actually ending up in here. I walked out of the room and saw Callen asleep on one of the couches. Ohh god it must be early there was no one else her thank god. I went out the doors and started jogging down the street in to down town LA. I was thinking about how I was going to apologize. This was going to be hard.

I am a little stuck up to be honest and who isn't. I made a complete ass of myself. I reasoned the smart thing would probably to ask to be assigned somewhere else. Of course I wasn't though I loved it here. I loved the people, the food, and the weather.

"Ouch Damn It!" I can't believe I just ran into the damn light pole. I mean seriously I just had to be thinking about something while I run. Another thing I need to be honest about something else I am kind a klutz. The thing is I can't do something that relaxes me and think it just never works. I can shoot a gun and think and I can run and shoot a gun with 95% accuracy but something basic like walking and talking and making sure I don't run into anything it escapes me.

I worked my way back to NCIS which took me a while cause I couldn't remember which way I needed to go. Another affect of running into crap. Okay so I can be a little hot tempered so can anyone else. Ohh and while I am in the confessing mood I also need to tell you I can be a little sarcastic at times. I mean everyone is good at something I just happen to be really good at attitude, movies, and shooting. Most people that combination is a bad thing and with my past most of the time a behavioral analyst would look at my folder and say serial killer in the making but no for some reason I am the lucky one for once.

There I go thinking and moving again. I really need to stop that. Ohh just fantastic I am in some neighborhood in the middle of LA without a gun and by myself. I wonder if and when they find my body they will know what happened. That I got lost and walked into the wrong neighborhood and got killed for it. I wonder if they will even care. After the way I acted I won't blame them for cheering after my funeral. Ohh my god I recognize that house that's one of my old foster homes. I wonder if Maria my old foster mom still lives there. Well I am lost and have no idea if this is still a safe neighborhood so I guess it is time to go find out.

"Hello" a familiar voice yelled from inside the house.

"Hi I am looking for Maria is she here" I hollered back.

"Yeah who are you" she yelled back but I could tell she was getting closer.

"Just an old friend of sorts and also an old foster kid" I said in a lower voice knowing by her footsteps she had already made it to the door.

"Which one you don't sound familiar and I live in a pretty bad neighborhood" she said in a monotone she used when she needed an answer that second.

"Well let's just say I still enjoy my attitude and movies but I added shooting to my list of skills" I said in my classic sarcastic voice.

"Christy DeVries is that you sugar well it has been a long long time well do come in I have some people I am sure would love to meet you" she said in her voice that was sweet as sugar. She opened the door and went to usher m in when I looked around and noticed a group of men that looked Russian coming down the street in a black car. Now don't get me wrong I am not in any way prejudice but I had seen those looks and that car far too many times today. I think that car passed me five times ever since I went into that bakery where the guy sounded Russian. Ohh shit this was not good I mean normally I would be fine but the mission I just did in Russia. The government over there was messed up half of them were trying to protect the president half trying to execute him and I had gotten right in the middle of that was. Smart move on my part.

"Umm Maria do you still keep that gun by the door I think I am going to need it" I said in a low menacing voice that fought off any questions.

"Of course but you don't know how to shoot do you?" she asked in a timid voice.

"Yes I do" I snapped at her harder than I meant to "look I am living and working in LA now with the navy now give me the gun before the Russians come and shoot the house up."

"Here it is" she said shaking.

I handed her a card with Eric's emergency number in case I ever needed help. "You need to get anyone in the house in a bathtub or in the basement and hide but call this number and tell them I am in trouble."

I turned towards the road and loaded the handgun she had given me. It wouldn't do much against machine guns but it was better than nothing. I positioned myself on the porch where I had a little cover and then it was like an eruption. They prepare you for this in training. They do everything they can. But training never prepares you for the real thing. I was grazed by two of the bullets in the first shower then while they were loading their guns.

I popped out and shot the driver in the shoulder and then yelled "Отпуск теперь или Вы будете арестованы." Which in english means Leave now or you will be arrested. Then I heard more cars pulling up and ducked behind my cover as the shooting started again. I heard yelling from four voices that sounded distant but familiar. The bullets stopped bouncing everywhere and everything was fairly quite. I heard an unmistacable voice yelling for me and waved.

Callen came running up and asked me " Christy, Christy, can you hear me? Are you allright?"

"Well to be completely honest Callen, I don't think I am" I said lifting my hand from my stomache. It was covered in blood.