Target (NCIS fan fiction)

Chapter 1

Copyright © 2016 Melissa P. // Asuna K.D.

I woke up around 5am on a Sunday.

It was beautiful out and I stayed positive as I always try.

I get up and turn off my alarm, as I change into a black sports bra and black shorts.

I slip on my running shoes and tied my dyed light purple hair back into a ponytail.

I run downstairs and grab an apple from the fridge as I head out the front door.

I jog down the streets at a steady pace. The town looks beautiful at this time in the morning.

The sky was a dark, yet light blue with some stars and the moon was about to set.

I sighed happily at the smell of aging cheese, and freshly baked bread.

I lived in a medium sized house in Florence, Italy. Where I was born, raised, and trained in everything I know.

It was around 6am when my work phone rang.

I took it from my pocket and answered it.

"Parissi." I say simply, stopping at a corner to take a breather.

"Alessia, This is Director De Rosa ." My female Italian director.

"Yes Vanessa?"

"I have news from NCIS. I'll give you a call in an hour or so. Keep your phone on you." She says.

"Yes Ma'am." I say and hang up.

I jog back to my house and by that time it's 6:45.

I close the door behind me and double lock it.

I put my hair in a messy bun and run upstairs to strip from my sweaty clothes and head into my shower.

I turn it off and step inside.

I'm washing my hair when I hear faint gun shots.

Normal for my neighborhood, gunshots weren't rare.

I wash my body with vanilla soap.

I shave and wash the rest of the soap off.

I comb my dyed hair and put my hand on the shower nozzle.

I am about to turn it off when I shortly hear footsteps.

I step out and onto a towel as the cold air hits me.

I grab my pistol from underneath the bathroom sink.

I put a towel around my soaked body and grip my gun.

I slowly open the door and swiftly close it behind me.

All I could hear was the faint sound of the shower and faint footsteps.

I open my bedroom door slightly and tiptoe downstairs.

I check my surroundings as I slowly walk towards the kitchen.

I hear boots quietly squeaking.

4 pairs to be exact.

"Clear." A female voice whispered.

Sounded Israeli.

I put my back against the wall and took a breath before turning and seeing a light pointed at my face, down the hallway with a gun.

"FREEZE! FEDERAL AGENTS!"

"Who are you?" An older man's voice shouts from our small, yet far distance.