Chapter 5- The Witness:

Danny:
 I sat on the couch and closed my eyes, breath in…breath out…I had to keep calm. The pain of losing everyone I've ever cared for…it was overbearing. I just couldn't let it become so overbearing I became Him...or worse.

I've sat here on the couch trying to meditate, anything, for the past seven hours. I was still in shock though. I didn't feel...the same...What bothered me most, though, was that I couldn't remember it.

I know they're dead. I remember their bodies. I remember Sam's ring…but I can't remember the murderer, and I know I know him. I know I know who it is, but my mind blocked it out.

Therefore, here I was, sitting on the couch with only my sweats on (and the ring with the necklace on it). Suddenly, I jumped as I heard knocking on the door. I grabbed my purple shirt and quickly pulled it on to open the door.

Third Person:

Tony felt a bit dizzy. He wasn't sure who drove the worst, Ziva or Gibbs. Nevertheless, they made their ways to the apartments. It was covenant that the apartments were literally next door neighbors. They decided to check out the one had the second name it was signed under was Tucker, their dead boy.

Gibbs stood in front of the manger, who was shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, but you need a warrant."

"The renter of the apartment is dead and getting us inside that apartment could help us find the murderer."

"The renter isn't dead, or at least not all of them. Two apartments were signed under three names, and paid under two. The payers were Samantha Manson and Irene Manson, the names under it were the residents- Samantha Manson, Daniel Fenton, and Tucker Foley. Even if two are dead, I know for a fact that Daniel is still there since I saw him. You need his permission- or a warrant- to get inside that apartment. I'm sorry, but that's all I can do."

Gibbs gritted his teeth in frustration, but finally nodded curtly. He walked away with Tony and Ziva following, all the way to apartment B777. Gibbs knocked on the door, still a bit frustrated. Finally, the door opened.

They stood face to face with a fifteen year old boy. He had pale skin, blue eyes that looked lifeless and dull, and slightly long black hair. He wore black sweats and a dark purple shirt that showed some muscles. He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"May I help you?"

"Daniel Fenton?"

The boy shot awake. He looked at them warily and a bit scared.

"Yes? And please, Danny."

"We are from NCIS. I'm Agent Gibbs, these are agents DiNozzo and David. We are here to talk to you about the death of Tucker Foley."

Danny looked tired and sad.

"NCIS?"

"Naval Criminal Investigation Service."

"Tucker wasn't military."

"But the one murdered near him was."

Danny seemed to think about, finally he sighed.

"You can come in."

He opened the door. The three agents walked into the apartment and noted the pictures on the walls. One showed the three teens- Danny, their dead one, and a black haired girl. One showed Danny and what they thought was his family. More than one was of the three teens though- obviously close friends. There was also about five of just Danny and that black haired girl- one was even of them nose to nose under the sunset.

"Nice photos," Ziva commented.

"Thanks…it's mostly of me, Tuck, and Sam though. Best friends since kindergarten and Sam is, was, my girlfriend for two months."

Ziva noticed the sorrow in his voice. Two months didn't seem like a lot, but he seemed as if it was a lot longer. Tony looked to the corner of the room and nudged Ziva. She saw and nodded. The shoes in the corner looked like a size 9, and they were covered in blood.

"Mr. Fenton," Gibbs said, "we need to get into Mr. Foley's apartment but can't do so until you give us permission."

Danny:

I don't trust the government and I hate cops. I also hated how I can't remember the murderer. These people though, they are most defiantly more effect than Amity cops and the Guys in White. Maybe…maybe they could help? It's a long shot, but I have to know.

"Sure, but only if I come in to."

Agent Gibb's face hardened, but he nodded. I showed them to Tucker's apartment and used my key to open it.

"There you go."

Third Person:

Gibbs saw the shoes in Danny's apartment, but didn't comment on it…yet…They walked into Tucker's apartment. There were PDAs, games, and food everywhere.

"Hard to see what's evidence and what's trash," Tony muttered.

Danny winced.

"Tuck wasn't the cleanest. Actually, neither am I, but…Sam…kept our apartment clean…We were going to start work soon, all three of us, but…our interviews were…"

"I understand," Gibbs said, taking in all the new information, that meant that the two had been living in the same apartment. He briefly wondered if the two teens let hormones get the best of them, but after taking another look at Danny he dismissed the idea. The kid didn't look like the type that would just get with a girl to leave her. This wasn't that type of case.

After they got what they needed, Gibbs brought the kid to the NCIS. They all got out to go inside the building. Tony swayed and looked at Danny.

"How are you unaffected by the driving?"

"Dad drove worse."

Tony froze, I really hope that kid was kidding. I don't think anyone can drive worse than Gibbs…or Ziva.

Gibbs led the kid into the building.

"McGee, meet Danny Fenton, the witness."

Danny blinked.
"How did you know I was the witness?"
"Bloody shoes in the apartment, and you just admitted it. Would peg you as the murderer, but you seem too distraught," Tony answered.

McGee got up and shook hands with the teen, yikes. His hand is cold…

Gibbs sat down in the chair across from Danny. They had to question him, after all, he wasn't entirely off the hook for murder.

"Daniel Jack Fenton?"
Danny looked up uncomfortably.

"Yes…uhh…I….just how much do you guys know?"
Gibbs raised an eyebrow and Tony (who was behind the glass with the others) did too.
"Why don't you tell us what you think we know."

Danny:

I couldn't help it. These guys may be the only chance I have about finding out the truth. I sighed.

"Well, I think you know almost everything. I think you know that my family was murdered, as was Sam's and Tucker's…or uhh that is the Manson's and the Foley's. I think you know that the same person killed all of them, and your officer…and I think you know that the same person also killed my best friend, Tucker, and my girlfriend…Sam…I think you know that he was after something….I saw how him kill Tucker…I think he killed Sam too..she…she's gone…and…I think you know that he was chasing someone…he even left that message….He…I know who he is chasing now and…I don't know if you know it….but…I…I'm sorry…I don't think I can- I'm sorry."

I hated crying in front of people and I knew these guys needed as much truth as possible, but…I don't know if I can do this…Gibbs's expression softened slightly. He sighed.

"You need to tell us everything…We won't let him get you…"

"I don't think even you guys could stop him."

I looked down. Gibbs turned firm.

"We are trained agents. We will protect you…"

"But then who will protect you," I muttered.

Third Person:

After ten minutes, Gibbs sighed in frustration. He couldn't get any more information. Finally, he gave Danny his glare and was surprised when Danny didn't react to it.
"Who is doing this?"

"…I can't remember…"

"What do you mean?"

"I remember the murders…I mean murder...but the murderer…I get blurry…I…I know I know who it is…but I can't…"
Ducky, who was behind the glass, stiffened and Gibbs walked out.

"What is it Duck?"

"I believe the young lad is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. He couldn't remember who it was if he wanted to. The lad's mind is blocking it out…"

Gibbs nodded stiffly.

Tony knew it was a bad idea, but he thought it would be okay. Gibbs did saw to keep the kid busy. He brought Daniel to the lab (Tony didn't think Danny would like to see the body of his best friend in the morgue). It wasn't like he was alone, McGee was coming with him.
"So, you play any video games," McGee said trying to get a conversation.

"Umm…yeah…I played DOOM."

"Really? What's your screen name?"

"Uh…Phantom…and Tuck's is- was Fryer-Tuck and Sam is…was…Chaos."

McGee's eyes lit up.
"You're Phantom! All three of you are legendary-"

Tony groaned, but the elevation finally stopped at Abby's lab.

"Finally! Come on!"

They took Danny inside.
"Tony? Tim? Whatcha doin' here," Abby asked as she took a sip of her Calf-Pow, "who's the kid? Not another lab assistant…?"

"Daniel Fenton, witness."

"Danny, please."

Abby looked at the kid, and then smiled seeing as he was smiling at her- not the typical reaction with the way she dresses, then again the kid looked almost Goth himself.

"Like the tattoos," Danny said.

"Thank you, not the usual reaction I get as a Goth."

Danny laughed, surprising them.

"Sorry, it's not you…My girlfriend was an ultra-recyclable vegetarian, and a Goth. She tried to get me to go Goth too, but this as far as I would go."

Abby smiled. She then looked confused at the piece of evidence she was looking at.

"What's the matter, Abby," McGee asked.

"This," she held up the bad with the ring in it, "I can't figure out the word, 'Wes.'"

Danny walked to Abby and they were surprised at the sadness in his eyes. He reached under his shirt and pulled out a ring on a chain. It looked exactly like the one in the bag, but Abby (and Tony and McGee) saw that it had 'Danny' engraved on the inside. Danny gently took the bag and flipped it upside down.
"It's not 'Wes'…it's Sam…"

"But, Gibbs," Abby whined, "please?"

Gibbs gritted his teeth, not pleased. He didn't think Daniel was off the hook as a suspect for murder, yet, but he might as well lead the kid into false security. But of course, as soon as the two were introduced, they hit it off. Now, it was a matter of where the witness would stay. Though, Abby genuinely thought that Danny was a good kid. Gibbs trusted her sense of judgment.

"Fine, Abby," Gibbs sighed, "The kid can stay under your care."

Gibbs could tell that the kid was scared beyond his wits- at who, he didn't know. However, he knew that the kid couldn't be alone. Whoever murdered their officer, murdered the kid's family and friends, and may be after the kid next.

"Yay," Abby cheered, "I'll go get him!"