"Take a breath." I slowly breath out as I watch the road ahead of me as the song and rain begin. "Take it deep. 'Calm yourself', He says to me. If you play, you play for keeps. Take the gun and count to three." I come to a stop and turn my blinker on as I wait for any cars but when none come I turn off of 73 and onto Irish Potato rd. "Im sweating now, Moving slow, No time to think. My turn to go." I take a minute to catch my breath as I continue on my way down the road as the trees begin to branch out over the road giving some cover from the rain. "And you can see my heart beating. You can see it through my chest." My phone begins to buzz in the cup holder so I quickly pick it up, hit answer, and pressed it to my ear.

Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
I know that I must pass this test
So, just pull the trigger

"Hello?" I ask.

Say a prayer to yourself

"You're going to pay for what you took from me." Someone growls.

He says 'close your eyes, sometimes it helps'

"What? Who the he'll are you?!" I yell but the line goes dead.

And then I get a scary thought
That he's here - means he's never lost

I pull my phone away from my ear and quickly go to my history to see the call came from my father's cell phone. Confused I sit back, slipping my phone under my leg, and focus on the road.

And you can see my heart beating
No, You can see it through my chest

I hear the hum of another car engine coming from behind me. I look into my review mirror to see a large four door Chevy speed up headed for my rear. I slam down on the gas and fly back against my seat as I keep a steady watch on the road in front of me and the car behind me. "This can't be a coincidence." I think to myself as I jerk my wheel to the right and head onto Gold Hill rd almost losing control of my small Ford. "Shit!" I scream as my car swings side to side skidding across the slick asphalt.

Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
Know that I must pass this test

So, just pull the trigger

I look back up at my review mirror but before I can check on the other car it rams me in the back throwing me forwards into my steering wheel. I yell out as pain explodes across my face but I quickly ignore it and open my eyes, grab the wheel, and focus on the road again straightening my car.

As my life flashes before my eyes

I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise?
So many won't get the chance to say good-bye
But its too late to think of the value of my life

I slam down on the gas again as my right hand pops open the center console and grabs around for my pistol but when the red truck hits me again I stop and quickly get my phone out from under my leg and begin to dial 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A voice answers after a bit.

"Hello, my name is Taylor Mackenziee Harper I'm currently on Gold Hill rd about to turn on Mt. Olive rd. I have a red Chevy with a safe driver sticker on the front windshield trying to throw me off of the road after I got a threatening call from my father's phone and the caller was NOT my father."

And you can see my heart beating

No, You can see it through my chest
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving no

After a few seconds there's an answer. "Alright miss the police have been dispatched."

Know that I must pass this test
You can see my heart beating

"ma'am I am the daughter of Staff Sergeant Ronald Harper. I need you to call NCIS and get someone down here. Anyone." I instruct her.

"Please remain calm we're going to help." The woman says urgency in her voice. I throw my cell phone into the center console and slam it shut as I look behind me to see that the truck is now entering the lane next to me but I notice to late as they hit my back and I begin to spin slamming into the front of their car before I fly off into a ditch. My eyes close on there own as I get thrown back and forth slamming into the window, steering wheel, and center console.

Oh, you can see it through my chest
I'm terrified but I'm not leaving no
Know that I must pass this test

I grab the door and grip the stirring wheel trying to keep myself from hitting the door and steering wheel anymore but when I crash into a tree trunk I scream in pain as glass rips my face and arms and my head flies forwards again hitting the steering wheel even harder this time. Everything stops and goes silent except for the soft hum of a car engine somewhere near by. I don't move afraid of hurting myself more or pointing out that I'm still alive. My whole body aches. My legs are the only part of me that feel fine except for the fact that there stuck. Something has pierced my stomach and is still in my skin. I hear someone stepping on glass as I lay against the steering wheel taking deep breaths as I turn my head to look out my window blood running down the side of my face. As I try to make something out everything is blurry and I feel so tired. A dark figure appears at my window. For a second they just stand there then they lift there arm and I know what's about to come so I close my eyes. "So, just pull the trigger." I sing softly with the last bit of strength I have then pass out hearing one last sound.

Bang...

I open my eyes as voices echo around in my head and the sound of broken glass being walked on reaches my ears. When my eyes open I see a man in a police uniform talking to a tall man with long grey hair, light skin, and icy blue eyes. I pull away from the steering wheel with a hiss as pain explodes somewhere near my hip. I look down to see glass sticking out of my left side right above my hip. Tears jump to my eyes as I grasp the large shard of glass and take a deep breath before I jerk is out. Once it's out I open the center console and grab my pistol in case. I hear people start to yell as I open my car door and fall out hissing in pain as it continues to run through me. I roll onto my side and off of my stomach and look around for any threat but see none. Someone grabs my arm and I immediately go into defensive mode letting myself roll away from the stranger before I get onto my knees and point my pistol at who ever touched me as my empty hand flies to my side.

Screams fill the air as people take notice of my gun. "Everyone step back!" And "She's got a gun!" Ring through the air.

"Touch me again and I'll shoot you." I growl angrily at a fearful looking man with dark green eyes and brown hair. The man backs up and puts his hands in the air slowly.

"Boss!" The man yells and I look away from him to see the man who was talking to the copes before walking closer watching me intently.

My arm shakes as a wave of pain washes through me but I don't lower my weapon. "DiNozzo back off." The man yells as he comes closer.

I throw the hand holding my wound up to cup my gun steadying my aim. "Stop!" I cry out as pain shakes through me causing me to lose focus for a second. "St-stay away from me." I snap as I gain focus again.

"It's alright I'm not going to hurt you." He says his voice low and protective. "Do you know who you are?" He asks staying where he stands.

"Yes. Taylor Mackenzie Harper daughter of Staff Sergeant Ronald Harper." I state as the world around me begins to spin a little.

"I'm Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." He states and I lower my gun some.

"NCIS?" I ask as he takes a step closer.

"NCIS." He confirms with a nod as he flashes his badge and ID. I move my thumb over the safety and push the button in, turning it on, before I drop the gun and I fall to my side pressing my bloody hand back to my wound to feel my clothes wet with blood. I feel someone pat my cheek so I open my eyes to see the NCIS agent staring down at me. "What happened?" He asks nodding down at the blood flow.

"Impaled by glass. It... it wasn't that bad but it still hurts." I mutter as I look around at my car and the onlookers. When my eyes travel back to the agent he's watching me his blue eyes burning into my head.

"Ducky!" He yells over his should getting the attention of a short man with glasses and a hat on.

"Right here Jethro." The man replies in a British accent. When the man, Ducky, begins to walk over I move away from him.

"It's alright he's my ME, Medical Examiner, he'll be able to fix you up." I explains gently. I nod my head as the man moves over to us and kneels down. "Ducky." The man says with a nod of his head.

"Jethro. Alright miss what are we looking at here?" He asks and I look him over quickly. He wears a plaid blue shirt and brown business pants and he smells of fresh brewed tea. I slowly pull my shirt up and lay down on the ground trying to relax a bit.

"Impaled by glass." I repeat as I stare at the grass in front of me.

"You pulled it out I presume." He states sounding annoyed.

"It was more painful with the glass in." I offer with small smile.

"Alright roll onto your back dear." He instructs as he begins to rummage through his bag.