Author Note: I know this is short, and I am sorry about that. I am in a rush since school is almost out. I have like two and a half weeks left- two more days this week, next week, and then four days. So only….11 days left? Plus there's a lot of tests still happening at my school- there is good news. I got a 44 out of 50 (advance) on my Eighth grade math test, a 45 out of 50 (advance) on my reading, and a 46 out of 50 on my Algebra I test (I am in advanced algebra- hence taking it in Eighth instead of ninth). I still have a history test though, and semester tests, those tests were just state tests…wish me luck…I hope I survive.

If testing wasn't enough, my grandfather has cancer. So, if I don't update for a while it's because I'm trying to be there for him because we don't know how long her has left- he's in his nineties after all. Plus drama at school- not the tests- is getting a bit much.

Sorry.

~CWA

Chapter 8- Recapture:

Danny:
I came across a problem…I don't know where to go. I can't leave the state, I like it here. I won't let him scare me off. I need to find him. Maybe then I could stop him?

Third Person:

"What you got, DiNozzo," Gibbs demanded as he walked into the bull pen with a coffee in hand. DiNozzo brought the information on the screen.

"Daniel Jack Fenton, born in Amity Park, Illinois, best friends with Samantha Manson- declared dead after the scene-, and Tucker Foley- deceased-"

"DiNozzo! Get to it," Gibbs growled. DiNozzo gulped.

"Family friend was Vladimir Masters. Danny was supposed to go into his custody if his parents died but Danny bailed. Vladimir, man I hate that name reminds me of Dracula, went to collage with Danny's parents. He was got sick in college- undocumented cause of illness- and when he was better he was suddenly a millionaire and named one of the richest men. He kept trying to buy the Packers….but there are a few cases here in there where people such as Harriet- a reporter who went to high school with Vladimir and Danny's parents- noted that there was a great degree of hate between Jack Fenton and Vladimir Masters, and one-sided hate between Danny and Masters. Danny, apparently, hates the guy's guts. Harriet mentioned in one of her reports that 'Danny glared at Vlad with such a high degree of hate that it was frightening, especially since Masters just smirked as a reply."

Gibbs growled.

"Contact this Masters, we need him for questioning. I think we found suspect number one…"

Danny sat in the alley crying. He needed a break, he needed to rest. But…

"Hello little badger."

Danny felt something heavy hit his head and then all he saw was black.
***

Gibbs shut his cell phone in anger.

"Looks like we found Danny."

When NCIS arrived, they were shocked. Gibbs was the first over to Danny, who was handcuffed by some cops. His hair was badly matted and wet with blood. He was covered in blood head to toe and he looked shocked. He looked terrified and…thoughtful.

"What happened," Gibbs demanded.

Danny looked at Gibbs with wide eyes. The cop crinkled his nose.

"He was found with the bodies of your naval officers."

"He's not the murder," Gibbs growled, "he was with us when the other murders happened."

The cop muttered in frustration, but let Danny go- after all NCIS was a bit bigger than the local police. With the cops gone Gibbs barked out his orders.

"DiNozzo, McGee, David, bag and tag!"
"On it Boss/Yes, Gibbs," were the replies. Gibbs stayed with Danny.
"Danny," Gibbs muttered, "what happened?"

"I…I remember…"