I know I haven't updated 'Saving His Mockingbird' but this story line always pop up every time I tried to edit the other story.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.


Tony was bored. Ziva was nowhere to be found and breaking rule three. McGee was down in the lab with Abby to fix the security breech. And Gibbs was in MTAC all day with Director Vance. He was all alone with paperwork to do. But doing paperwork alone is not making him feel better right now. He played solitaire instead though it still bores him.

"One move then it's game over." Her voice was so soft and it sounds familiar but not too familiar. He glanced up and saw a little redhead. He smiled.

"What can I do for you?" He asked politely which was very unlikely of him.

"I'm looking for Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Is he around?"

That's odd. Well, not exactly odd since every redhead with extremely good genes that pass by NCIS seemed to be looking for that certain silver-haired fox. But it was odd enough that this one is a very young girl. He examined her. Although young, she suit up quite well. She was wearing a white buttoned blouse, blue cardigan, blue above-the-knee skirt and stilettoes. Everything doesn't add up. His brows deepened.

"Are you sure you're asking for Gibbs?" He seemed to be asking that a lot.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. She pulled out a piece of paper from the right pocket of her cardigan. She unfolded it quickly and showed it to him.

He stretched his hand to grab the note but she hurriedly snatched it away. She stretched the paper instead and showed it in front of his eyelevel.

In a neat handwriting, there was then name of his boss and the address of NCIS headquarters including the country and zip code.

"I'm sure that I'm asking for the right person. You must be thinking why I'm asking for him." She read his mind. "Well, I think it's none of your business, Agent. But I really need to find Agent Gibbs." She glared.

He stopped staring at her and looked right into her eyes. Now he realized that this young girl has Gibbs' eyes and he swore that she mastered the infamous Gibbs' glare.

"Are you his daughter or something?" He knew Gibbs wasn't in a serious relationship for the past years and he doesn't have any child with his three ex-wives. And the only daughter that he had was long gone.

But before he could get an answer, his head slammed forward and almost hit the computer monitor. "Gibbs." He quickly recovered.

"Stop confusing the little girl, Tony." He warned.

Tony is more confused. "You know her, boss?"

Gibbs looked at the young girl. He didn't actually know her either. She seemed so familiar and his gut was telling him something that he cannot point out. It felt like she's almost like a daughter. A daughter?No. Kelly is his only daughter if he will not count Abby and Ziva.

He was unconsciously staring at her but didn't really see that she was staring at him back. She got him out of his train of thoughts. He didn't realize that she was towards him and stopped near his desk.

"Agent Gibbs?" He blinked at the sound of her voice. It was familiar. He knew that voice. But he hoped he was wrong. It's just so good if it was proven to be true but it will hurt much more if his thought was correct.

"Yes?" He answered. He saw his own eyes in her. A crystal cerulean blue.

She quickly answered him. "You see, I just came back from Europe. I haven't been in America for maybe 10 years, at least that's what I was told. Anyway, I -" her voice faltered. She didn't know exactly how to tell him. "I kind of need a place to stay and you're the only person that I know how to get to in this country." She looked at him sweetly but not too sweet as if she was going to break down and plea for a place to stay.

"Who send you to come here?" who would be crazy enough to let their child flew all the way to America alone and without a place to stay.

"My mom." She smiled. "Jenny Shepard." Her smile broadened while her eyes twinkle at the sound of the name of her mother.

While the child was gleefully reminiscing the memories of her mother, his world collapsed. He hadn't heard that name for almost four years. It's been too long. And this girl who looked like Jen, who dressed like Jen, who sounds like Jen, it's too much. It's like he was seeing Jenny right in front of him in a younger form. She had a daughter and he didn't know about it until now.

He looked up to her warm smile. He flashed back to that day when he called her and found out that Jenny died.


Should I continue?

Comments, suggestions, criticisms anyone?

-ToI