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Chapter One- Grace

"Who are you? What do you want? Just-just get away from me!" The man yelled, throwing another glass plate at the person walking towards him.

"Honey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down?" They said. All the man could do was stare at the knife in their hands. Cold sweat ran down his face.

"Get away from me!" He yelled.

"Dear, what is the matter with you?" They asked.

"Dear God leave me alone!" He cried. They got closer. The man panicked. "Don't touch me!" He ran into his room, desperately searching for his gun. The Marine core had forbidden him from having it due to his mental health. They said he was going to hurt someone. He guessed they were right.

"My goodness boy, what are you looking for?" They asked. Damn, the man thought, throwing over his nightstand. He was desperate. The man then ripped open a drawer in his desk. Finally he had found it.

"Damian Smith what the heck do you think your doing?"

"Get the hell away from me you crazy bitch!" He yelled. He pulled the trigger. They fell to the ground, blood seeping from their chest. He sighed a breath of relief, and laid down on his bed. That impersonator of his mama was gone. He couldn't wait to tell her. He closed his eyes. Sleep over came him.

I woke up to the sun hitting my face. I got up, and remembered the events of the night before. I run out of my room and to the phone, where I dial mama's number. She will be so glad to hear what I did. That evil person is gone for good and I needed to tell mama right away. I lift the receiver to my ear, awaiting mama's sweet voice. The phone rings. Pick up! I think. That's what I always think when I am about to call mama. She is so beautiful. I hear a ring behind me. Startled, I turn. And there is mama, sweet and lovely mama, dead. My heart stops beating. Tears form in my eyes. I wipe them away, no tears. My commanding officer said crying made you weak, and I took his advice. I walked over to her. I couldn't help but cry. She was my only love, my only friend. There was a note sitting atop her chest. I knew right away who did this.

Another one gone, just stop trying and just give in. Or else all of you will be dead.

I had seen this message before, on Tommy and Jan. On Mason and Ozzie. On Jude and Max. On my entire platoons bodies, my friends' bodies. This sicko would not stop. I needed help. My mind raced and I was crying. Mama said that there were these nice people who would help me if anything went wrong. She gave me their number. I went to my desk and looked at the paper she had only given me yesterday. NCIS. I needed them now, I really did. I dialed, and prayed to God that they would pick up.

"Hello, NCIS this is Special Agent Timothy McGee how may I help you?" McGee asked. Tony made a face. Tim gave him a quick shut-the-hell-up-Tony and he fell silent.

"He-hello?" A man's voice spoke.

"Uh, yes, this is Special Agent Timothy McGee of NCIS do y-"

"Someone just killed my mom," the man said. McGee was taken aback.

"Excuse me sir?"

"Someone killed my mom and my entire platoon," the man said.

"Sir, where are you?"

"At my house."

"Where is that sir?"

"5468 16th Street..."

"Sir we will be there in a moment to help you," McGee said.

"Thanks," the man said, then he hung up. McGee hung up.

"Who was it McGoogle?" Tony asked.

"Uh… I'm not sure. He said that someone just killed his mother…" McGee said.

"That sounds serious McGee. Grab your gear." McGee stiffened. He hated it when his boss came out of nowhere. And always at the worst times. McGee sighed and grabbed his gun and backpack, running to the elevator where Gibbs, Tony and Ziva were already waiting.

"What took you so long Probie?" Tony asked with a smile.

I waited for them to come, fearing for my life every second. I couldn't bear to look at mama, lying there with blood pooled around her. After I made the call, I ran outside and threw up. This guy was a monster, trying to torture me. Sending someone to hurt me was bad, but sending someone to hurt mama, that was the devil's work. I hated whoever did this, and I was ready to kill him. I stood on the porch, waiting for the bullets to hit me. I waited and waited, my heart pounding. I sat down and I cried.

They arrived sometime later. I looked up just as several white vans pulled up in front of my house. An old man walked out of the first van, briefcase in hand. His shirt said "Medical Examiner". I knew that he was here to take mama away. A young man with curly red hair, also a medical examiner by his shirt, followed him. He was pushing a gurney that was also for mama probably. Someone got out of the second truck. He was also on the older side. He was a marine I guess, by his haircut. Behind him, a young pretty woman who was punching a young man with slightly spiked brown hair. By my experience, he was a somewhat of a lady's man. Then the last person walked out.

"Who are you?"

He looked familiar, I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Your dead."

I knew I had never seen him before in my life, I didn't even know his name. Yet, for some reason I hated him.

"Your gonna be dead soon like your mom."

Then I remembered. He was the man I dreamed about last night. He was the one who hurt mama. He was the guy who hurt my friends and family. That was the sick bastard who ruined my life. He walked up to the old marine, and said something to him. I stared; ready to run inside and blow his head off, and I didn't even know his name.

"McGee! Get the camera!" The spiky haired guy yelled. The man perked up. It was him. The man from the phone, Agent McGee, it was him. He seemed like such a nice guy. Well, so was the rest of my platoon. I knew deep down that I was going to have to kill him.