I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry. I am a terrible person. You should all just kill me. On second thought don't cuz I deserve whatever flames I get. I tried to make this story at least half as good as your expectations and i hope you still love me after you read this XOXOXO I really hope you like it!

Chapter 9: They Strike Again

Alex fell asleep shortly after Doctor Smiley's visit. Tony had come up with the name in a lame attempt to make Alex smile. He didn't know why, but Alex kind of felt like a little brother to him. Tony knew that Alex would go back home to England but he couldn't help it. The child obviously needed help. Tony wouldn't nurture him like a mother. No, he would give him advice on girls and stay up all night watching movies with him. With that thought he turned and left through the door with Ziva and Probie behind him which left Gibbs in the room with an unconscious Alex.

Gibbs sat in a chair next to the window that overlooked an alley with another building slightly shorter than the hospital across; definitely a beautiful view to wake up to. Gibbs stayed in the same position for half an hour before it dawned on him that Alex didn't seem to be waking up anytime soon. He looked as if this was the first nightmare-free slumber he had had for a long time.

Gibbs lifted his cup of coffee to take a sip only to realize that he had absentmindedly been drinking it when he was waiting for Alex to regain consciousness before Dr. Smiley had lumbered through the door.

Standing up and going to the door, Gibbs looked back at the sleeping form on the bed. Alex had muscle, that was for sure, but he bet if Alex lost all of his muscle, only bone and skin would remain. Frowning, Gibbs concluded that he would have to eat more while in America.

Gibbs opened the door and checked one more time that Alex was sleeping before slipping silently out the door to go get some more coffee from the cafeteria, almost as silently as the assassin crossing the rooftop of the building next to Alex's window.

Man I would have loved to end it there, but it was only 200 or something words and I promised myself I would not disappoint you so I will continue…this is also a sorry for not updating in like 2 months! Anyway, ON WITH THE SHOW…..errrrr…..STORY!

Marcile Karulli looked at the photo and address again. He had to be sure who his target was befor setting off on the mission assigned to him. He was now a member of SCORPIA for 7 faithful years now. A member of the most terrifying terrorist group in the world until a man, no, a child, had ruined their reputation. The little imp had not only thwarted their plan, but also escape death from a trained assassin.

Alex Rider was the boy's name. He had memorized his name and burned the image of his face into his brain. The photo that he was holding was of the boy. Rider was looking away from the camera. Of course he was Karulli smirked. The shot was taken a day ago when they had found him in protective custody of an American agency NCIS.

What the boy had done did not matter to Karulli nor the fact that his target was in fact a boy. All Karulli was focused on was the six 0's that he would be at the end of his paycheck if he did this job right. Not to mention the fact that he would be the one to capture the boy that had brought SCORPIA to its knees and redubbed it as the laughing stock of the whole criminal world.

The only thing that Karulli had been disappointed in was that this was not a normal job, at least for an assassin. Karulli was supposed to not kill Rider, but kidnap him and bring him to the board of SCORPIA.

Feeling slightly put-out, Karulli laid the picture on the bed of the hotel room that he had rented for the night and picked up the address slip. It was the hospital right next to his hotel, a perfect and easy way to get to Rider while he was weak and defenseless. He had arranged for a couple of his associates to bring round a van to make his escape. Satisfied that his plan would succeed, Karulli put the slip next to the picture on the bed.

Going to the door, Karulli reached for his briefcase that was on the ground. Inside was a not paper, but a drug that could knock a person out for a day.

Karulli exited the room and shut the door behind him and walked down the hall expertly avoiding the security cameras.

Thought about leaving it here too, but I'll show you how sorry I am.

A man crept across the roof silently. He held a black briefcase in his hands and was dressed all in black acting as though he didn't want to be seen, which was exactly the case. Kneeling down next to the edge of the building, the man started the execution of his plan. If he was correct, then he was staring right at Rider's room which was conveniently next to a fire escape. The man opened his briefcase and pulled out its only contents, a syringe.

He slipped it up his sleeve for easy access, making sure that the cap was still on. After closing the case, the man backed up away from the edge. After around 20 yards, the man took a breath and sprinted for the edge, hoping against hope that he had calculated the jump right.

At the last minute, the man leaped from the building flying across the alleyway below. The man grabbed onto the bar of the fire escape expertly and pulled himself up swiftly. He peered through the window at the sleeping boy inside the room and smirked. This was just too easy.

The man lifted the window and silently stepped through into the room. It was silent except for a steady beeping showing the heart rate of the patient. Slipping the syringe from its place, the man flicked the cap off of the needle.

He knew he had to do this swiftly. The man stilled for a moment, the right moment. Suddenly he pounced. His left hand flew to Rider's mouth, just as his right brought the drug to his neck. Rider gasped into his hand and jerked reflexively, but was too caught off guard to do anything to help himself. The heart monitor gave a wild beating pattern, but was soon mollified as the man emptied the drug into Rider's body and slowly, the boy became still, his eyes drifting shut.

Karulli's eyes shone. He had done it. He had rendered Alex Rider completely helpless for the time being. Quickly but gracefully, Karulli slipped the IV out of the boy's arm and unhooked all of the equipment attached to him. An alarm sounded, and Karulli knew he had to move fast.

Throwing the boy over his shoulder, Karulli slipped out of the window and down the fire escape. Halfway down, he heard people rushing in and out of the room. Flying down the next flight of stairs and out of the alleyway, Karulli threw the boy into a waiting black van, clambering in after him.

Gibbs walked into the cafeteria with a bad feeling. He could not pacify it. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, his gut told him that something was going to go wrong. Past times had taught him to always trust his gut, so with a somewhat hurried step, Gibbs grabbed another coffee and made his way to Alex's room, not wanting to be away from him any longer. That's when he heard it, a loud alarm. With trepidation, Gibbs made his way even faster to Alex's room.

At the doorway, Gibbs froze. Alex's bed was empty. Security was gathered around the bed and they were talking to the doctors.

"What's going on here?" Gibbs demanded.

All eyes shifted to him and the room became deadly silent. Even Dr. Smiley wasn't smiling.

A stupidly brave nurse timidly spoke up.

"He was abducted we believe" at Gibbs's furious look she added "sir".

"Out!" Gibbs barked. To say that Gibbs was furious was an understatement. He wasn't med at the staff, he was mad at himself. The kid was in protective custody, and was taken because of his incompetence, just because of a stupid coffee.

The hospital staff hurried past them into the hall. Gibbs took out his cell phone and called his team. The bastard who took his Alex was going to pay and pay dearly if they even just touched a hair on his head.

OOOOOOOOO now Gibbs is mad! No one messes with HIS Alex! I hope you liked it and I'll update as soon as I can. School is getting in the way. There is just way too many projects and also a bunch of soccer practices as State Cup is coming up soon! So tell me what you think and maybe I will be a little more motivated to write more. Keep up the good reviews I love to read them! ''Over and Out'' (Idk why i just said that)

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