Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider or NCIS

Hey everyone! I'm baaaack:) Sorry that it has taken me so long to update but I have had a really busy week last week. I had two tests and two projects due on Tuesday and then wednesday the pipes at my school froze, the intercom system broke, and the they decided that they would start fixing the plumbing and that is connected to the sewage system...So yeah no the best week but I am in a really good mood at the moment so I decided to update.

Replies to reviews-

To "J'aime lire":

I am so glad that you like my story! I am going to need the luck to so thaks for that to!

To "iFicti0n"

Thanks for the sympathy but I think that you might need it more than me! That is a lot of work.

To "Albany"

Thank you for your review! I really needed to make it as realistic as possible to try to get no criticism about how MI6 would have come after Alex and that was the only thing that I could think of, so I'm glad that you like it!

To "flyaway213"

Thank you for the review and I am glad that you found it interesting.

To "writer2be14"

I know that he is head of MI6 but I was thinking how he would feel if he had just lost the most valuable and important asset that you had, its not something that you would just shrug off and it was only a momentary lapse of emotion.

To "HolleyS"

Although what he has does match some of the symptoms of schizophrenia he can think very clearly and although he does have the hallucinations and stuff he doesn't have disorganized speech ad thinking or any social dysfunctions. Thank you for the reviews!

To "yashendra2797"

I am glad that you like my story and thank you for the review!

To "Pounce the Cat"

Yup! I have always loved these stories so I decided that I would write one.

On with the story!

Alex's POV

I was right when I thought that it was going to be a long day but I never realized how bad it was going to get.

I had gone out and done some shopping for the essentials like food but I also got something's that were not necessarily essentials to most people but they were to me like a switchblade. I would have gotten a gun but there were a lot of things that I had to do in order to get a license to carry one and the fact that I already had one. Another thing that I will always be grateful to Smithers for was my duffle bag that had a hidden pocket that would hide any metal object from metal detectors and bag scanners.

I kept the gun in a hip holster at all times, even when I just go out and do something as simple as shopping. Even though all of my enemies thought I was dead that was no reason for me to let my guard down, that will get me killed.

I walked into the lobby of the hotel and I noticed that something was off almost immediately, people were milling around the lobby looking nervous. I went on alert and rested my hand next to were my gun was before walking to the elevator.

This time when I was in the elevator I was alone, Julius had stopped bothering me earlier today and I had actually had a mostly hallucination free day. the elevator doors dinged open and I walked down the hall to my room. I reached my door and I was about to open the door when I saw that the string I had wrapped around the handle was broken.

I took out my gun and slowly opened the door. People were talking and I could tell that there were four different people from the tones of their voices. I slowly crept down the short hallway that lead to the room where my bed is, I looked around the corner and saw that there were only two people in this part of my room, the other two must be in one of the other parts.

The men that were standing in the bedroom where very different in physical looks bout wore the same clothes. It was the clothes that made my heart skip a beat. NCIS, I knew enough about the other agencies to know that they were navy cops. Then I realized why they were here. MI6 had sent them to get me, they knew I was here and they wanted me back. What they don't know is that I am not going back, at leader not without putting up one hell of a fight.

4 days later 3rd person pov

Alex sat in the NCIS interrogation room with a blank look on his face and his arm in a sling staring at the mirror in front of him andat the same time, unknowingly, staring at special agent Anthony Dinozzo right in the eyes. He was thinking about how he had been stupid enough to get himself in this situation.

Flashback Alex's pov

I waited for what seemed like a eternity for one of the men to leave. Finally the man with the brown hair and green eyes left to the other room, once he was gone the other stayed there for a few moments before looking up an scanning the room with his eyes, as if he could feel Alex's eyes on him. Then suddenly he spoke.

"I know you are there" he said looking directly at the shadows that obscured me from view.

I wiped my face of all emotion and took my gun out of its holster. I walked out of the shadow's and pointed my gun straight between his eyes, instead of looking scared he looked more angry and annoyed, but then I noticed that his eyes softened slightly when he saw that I was only a kid. That made me angry. He opened his mouth to speak but I flicked off the safety of the gun and he seemed to understand that he was not allowed to talk unless spoken to.

"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice low and venomous.

"I think you know why," he said and I began to panic but forced it to stay off my face.

I was about to say something else when the three other agents came back into the room. They froze and then they pulled out their guns to point at me. In retaliation I darted behind the silver haired man and held my gun to his temple, wrapping my arm around his neck to keep him in place.

"I would suggest that you drop your guns unless you want your boss here to be killed." I said calmly and the two men slowly bent down and placed their guns on the ground. The woman didn't though, she continued to point her gun at me not even hesitating when I glared at her and tightened my finger on the trigger. I then realized that I knew this woman, her name was Ziva David and I had worked with her during my time helping the Mossad. I smiled slightly and I knew that I must have looked insane so I decided to throw her off a little.

"Ziva David how nice to see you, just as stubborn as ever I see." I said and her eyes widened slightly then narrowed in suspicion. The silver haired man stiffened slightly but other than that he stayed still and silent.

"How do you know my name?" She asked suspiciously but I just smirked.

"That is none of your business. Now, I am going to leave. If you make any move towards me I will shoot him." I said seriously and started to walk backwards.

That was when I made my mistake, when I moved backwards the shoulder of the arm that was holding the gun became exposed and I was too busy watching Ziva's gun. So when the man with green eyes dark dark brown hair lunged for his gun there waz nothing I could do. The bullet tore through my shoulder and everything faded to blackness.

End of flashback (back to third person pov)

Tony was beginning to get creeped out by the kids stare, it was as if he could see right through the glass into Tony's eyes. His partner Ziva was standing next to him also observing the boy and waiting for Gibbs to get there and start the interrogation.

Just then the man himself walked through the door. He walked over to Tony and stood beside him for a moment before turning to him.

"You take this one." He said not turning to him but speaking straight forward, staring at the boy on the other side.

"You sure boss?" He asked in surprise. Gibbs just turned and looked at him.

"Of course your sure, you wouldn't have asked me if you weren't. Going boss," he said quickly and walked out the door.

A few seconds later he entered the interrogation room with a file in hand and sat down across from the boy.

"Adam John Barret, age eighteen, recently returning from France, is that correct?" He asked and Adam just stared at him so he went on, "No offense or anything but why France? I mean the French people would drive me crazy." He said leaning back in his chair.

"It's quiet'" he said, speaking for the first time since they had gotten him here, and Tony noticed that there was a french accent instead of an American one.

"Was it because of the death of your family also?" Tony asked, not trying to be cruel, he wanted to see what would get Adam to show some emotion.

There! A tiny flash of pain and anger flitted through his eyes before disappearing.

"Is that a relevant question or are you just trying to get me annoyed, because if you wanted to get me annoyed you didn't have to even say anything, your face did it for you" he said in a quiet voice with a slight smirk on his face.

Alex was beginning to enjoy myself, these people were just to easy to surprise. He was just about to say something else when he heard a chuckle from behind himself not to spin around but he did stiffen slightly and the agent immediately picked up on this but didn't say anything. Then the person who had chuckled walked into his line if sight and he saw who he thought it was going to be. Julius.

Tony saw Adam stiffen and be watched him closely, wondering what could have caused him to stiffen. He watched as his eyes seemed to follow something Tony glanced around the room and saw that there was nothing there for him to be looking at.

"Hey!" He said and Adam's eyes snapped towards him instantly.

"Yes?" He asked calmly.

"Why did you do it?" Tony asked.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Why did you kill lieutenant Johnathan Sanders?"

Thank god that chapter in finally over! This took me five days to finish due to a extreme case of writers block. Please give me some ideas and please please review!

-yorkiegirl44