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Chapter 1: No Emotion

Alex stood over the body. Ever since Jack's murder, Alex had become emotionless; accepting his role in MI6. Alex found Jack in the kitchen. She had been standing in front of the sink when the bullet had slammed into the middle of her head. She had died instantly, without any pain. But Alex didn't care. He hadn't said a word since that incident about 2 weeks ago.

Blunt had given him a mission the day after Jack's passing. It was to find and murder a sergeant in the US Navy. Apparently Sergeant Willows had cryptic information that is believed to have been passed onto a dangerous organization. Blunt wouldn't tell him the name of the organization, but Alex had a suspicion that it was SCORPIA. Why Blunt insisted on treating him like a child, Alex didn't know. At 14, Alex was going on 50. Now that Alex thought about it, no man should have seen the things that Alex did, or have done what he did. But didn't he save the world? Shouldn't that mollify his guilty conscience? But it didn't. This was his first cold-blooded kill.

Alex shook his head. It was better if he didn't think, but standing there in front of a dead body made Alex second guess himself. Alex blinked and looked at the gun in his hand. It was comfortable in his hand, but deadly. There was blood splatter on his hand, and Alex wiped it off with his sleeve.

"I should really get going." Alex thought, but his legs wouldn't obey him, nor would his eyes stray from the cold, lifeless eyes of the sergeant. Alex realized he had been standing there too long. The neighbors surely would have heard the gunshot.

Alex's feet were about to move, but he heard a noise. It was the noise of people stomping up the stairs to the little apartment room. Alex instead of moving continued to stare into his eyes. Maybe he wanted to get caught? Alex couldn't figure himself out. That was why Jack had always been a comfort when he got home from a mission. She was his grounder. She helped him slide back into the world before the knowledge of spies, before his life was ruined.

But Jack was dead, and he was drifting. He could feel himself breaking into a billion pieces, but he was still alive and had a job to finish. Alex's feet started to move once again, but then he heard the door crash open.

"NCIS! Freeze!" he heard a male yell. Alex ran to the open window in which he had climbed into the apartment by. Alex knew he could use his gun, but he just couldn't kill an innocent person.

He heard a gunshot, and felt something slam into the back of his shoulder. But that didn't slow him down in the slightest. He had almost reached the window facing the alley when he heard another gunshot, only this time he felt a searing pain in his calf.

You didn't have to use your arms that much for running, so when the bullet entered his shoulder, Alex shrugged off the pain. When the second bullet entered his leg, Alex collapsed and rolled onto his back.

"He's just a kid." He heard a voice say.

"McGee, call an ambulance." Alex knew this was another voice, more pronounced with authority. He heard heavy footstep recede out of the room and a cell phone flipping open.

The man who had demanded an ambulance went over to Alex's side to help him, but was surprised when Alex sat up and picked up his gun by the barrel and held it out for him to take.

He was done, Alex knew. So when the man came near him, Alex didn't want to get in anymore trouble or pain for that matter. Surrendering was the best option. When you become a spy, you know when to pick your battles.

The man took the gun, and gave it to a beautiful Israeli woman. Once again, attention was back on Alex.

"Hey kid. It's alright, just hold on a little longer. Help is coming." Gibbs said as he saw the blood pouring from both wounds.

Despite the position Alex was found in, the team of NCIS agents were not able to believe a kid could kill someone, even if the evidence was right in front of them.

"They are on their way Gibbs." said McGee as he reentered the room.

"Good McGee. Now help me carry the boy here to the lobby, he won't make it much longer. If we wait for them here, he will bleed to death." Gibbs grabbed Alex's arm and slung it around his shoulder while the man named McGee took his other arm. Alex had to stifle a cry of pain that flared in his right shoulder. Spies didn't show emotion. That was drilled into Alex's head from the moment he was fourteen.

Together, Gibbs and McGee managed to drag Alex to the elevator. Gibbs was surprised as well as the other agents. Ziva just stared at the young boy in her boss's arms. He was not making one sound of pain or of protest, despite the amount of pain he must be in. Either he was used to pain, or he was dying.

A stretcher was waiting for them when they arrived down in the lobby. When Gibbs and McGee carried Alex out, he was taken from them and laid on a stretcher.

"We need to stop the blood from flowing!" a male paramedic shouted. Indeed, Alex's vision was turning black and a haze had settled over him.

"Hey kid!" Alex heard from a distance. He tried to respond, but his vision had turned as black as night. The last thing Alex heard before he slipped into oblivion was the sound of snapping fingers and someone grabbing hold of his arm and moving.

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