Summary: Tony knew he would see Gibbs again. He just wished it was for a better reason.
Disclaimer: The show NCIS belongs to Donald P. Bellisario, Bellisarius television, CBS network and Shane Brennan. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to the story "Slaughter House," if you haven't read that one, then this story will not make any sense whatsoever. Well, it might, but I have OCs that were introduced in Slaughter House, so it might be difficult to keep up with them. If you haven't read Slaughter House, I would suggest turning back, unless you want to read that one, no problems with that, lol. Moreover, since its a sequel, it is also a GEN fic. However there will be relationships of the heterosexual and the homosexual nature. They are NOT part of the main story, so I'm not going to overload you on love, don't worry, I'm just giving you fair warning.
Like my last two long projects, this one is a writing in progress, but I'm currently working on chapter six, so hopefully, I won't make you guys wait too long for updates.
I've said all I've needed to say, except that this prologue is incredibly short. Like really really really really short. The next few chapters are a little longer, but as always, don't expect long chapters from me. Sorry. But now, onward!
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" His father shouted at him. Jamie just rolled his eyes and kept heading for the front door. There was nothing the old bastard could do to stop him.
At least until he grabbed Jamie's arm and yanked him back. The young boy jerked back so he was standing only a foot away from his father. The man was big, bulky with a closely shaved head and deep brown eyes. Jamie had inherited his father's eyes, but everything else he got from his mother.
"You do not leave until I give you permission to leave, do you understand me?" His father was angry and he wasn't afraid to show it.
But Jamie wasn't going to back down. "You can't force me to stay here!"
"You wanna bet?" He started dragging Jamie back towards his bedroom. Jamie tried to struggle, tried to stay as far away from this man as possible, but it wasn't working. He was just too damn strong.
He couldn't stay here, he knew that. He couldn't stay with these people,not after everything that they had done. Not just to him, but the people around him. And he wasn't going to risk his life for for another day. Before they made it to the hallway, he found the picture frame that held a photo of his family on a vacation to the Caribbean. It was one of the few family moments that he actually enjoyed.
Without hesitation, Jamie picked it up and slammed it into his father's head. The man jerked for a second before he fell to the floor in a heap. In the background, Jamie heard his mother scream, but he didn't turn towards her. He was too busy staring down at his father.
He wasn't moving, Jamie couldn't see if he was breathing or not. No, he thought. No, no no no no!
He didn't wait any longer. He grabbed his bag and ran out the front door.
"Jamie!" His mother called. "Jamie!"
But he didn't stop. He just ran as fast as he could. He had to get away. Off the base, out of the city. He had to get away.
He was so busy running, he didn't see the people slip into his house.
Well what did you think? I know that it's short, I told you, but did it at least interest you a little? Maybe, hopefully?