ARNCIS

*3rd POV*

The crew came onto their new crime scene. They looked down at the ground where three Marines corpses laid, bloody, broken, and beaten on the concrete ground. Blood splattered the alley surrounding the three dead men in a gruesome form of artwork. "Time of death, Duck?" Gibbs, the leader of the team, asked.

Ducky looked down at his watch, "About four hours ago, so around 3 AM."

"Jethro, there's way too much blood for only three people, there has to be at least another body," he noted.

"Look around for another body." Gibbs ordered Ziva and DiNozzo. Tony went to the left and Ziva to the right while McGee continued snapping photos of the scene. DiNozzo didn't find anything so he wandered back towards Ducky. Ziva, however, was surprised everyone had completely missed the rather large blood trail. She followed the trail and found where it lead. Behind the Dumpster. Looking behind it, Ziva was utterly horrified. "Gibbs!" Ziva's voice was tinged with the gruesome horror she was currently looking at.

*Alex's POV*

Alex was slowly coming back to his senses when he heard voices. He could barely make out what the voices were saying and even then, his mind couldn't process it. Too much blood loss. Alex was in a horrid shape and he knew it. He was having trouble clawing his way out of the blackness. When Alex heard a woman shout near him though, Alex shot right up, ready for a fight.

The woman spun around with a hand on her gun just in time to catch the blonde teen as he fell from his perfect fighting stance. Alex could feel himself slowly being lowered towards the ground. Alex started coughing up blood and brought a hand up to wipe the blood away. It hurt like hell just to breathe so raising his hand was pure agony. He immediately abandoned the idea and dropped his hand. His other arm, though, was pushed down against the stab wound that had punctured his lungs. It was the main reason blood was dripping from his mouth. It honestly surprised him that he hadn't bleed to death.

Luck of the devil Jack would say before crying and hitting him for getting hurt if she were still alive and around.

The woman took off her jacket to help stop the blood flow with. She pushed down hard and Alex had to bite his lip to keep from crying out in pain. Stop, you're used to this. You've had worse so quit being a baby, Alex reprimanded himself. More people had joined them at this point. One baby-faced man was calling an ambulance. The oldest man with a British accent was trying to help Alex the best he could but there's only so much the man could do on a living person. (After all, dead people were his specialty.)

Meanwhile, Alex kept coughing and was slowly fading. The lady was slapping him and telling him to stay awake just a tad longer. "Hey kid, just stay awake a little longer, the ambulance is just down the road." It was true; everyone could clearly hear the ambulance at that point. All except Alex, he barely heard anything as he slipped into oblivion.

This is a rewrite, and it's still pathetically short. I'm sorryyyyyyyyyy!

I love you guys!

-Ghost