A/N A short story I wrote, 2 parts.
Disclaimer; I don't own anyone apart from Annie and David.
Part 1
Tony clicked the mouse with a flourish and the computer emailed his report to Gibbs. He was finally done; McProbie had left a few hours ago, and Ziva had gone shortly after. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to play computer games instead of write his report, but he had been sitting alone working in the dim lights of the building for a long time now and was beginning to think it might have been a mistake. He gathered up his things, muscles protesting after being un-used for so long as he swung his back pack over his shoulder and stood up,. He walked over to the window and peered outside into the dark sky. Rain poured from the heavens and there was a blanket of cloud, he could see no stars. The skyscrapers lights sparkled and twinkled, street light cast and orange glow over the pavements. He was glad he wasn't out in that, glad that he wasn't walking home. His left hand slipped into his pocket and brushed his car keys.
Tony turned away from the window and walked towards the elevator. The silence echoed in his ears and the air had a certain dead quality to it. Tony was just glad to be getting out of there. He pressed the button and the elevator doors opened in front of him. He walked in and pressed the button for ground, and the elevator started moving downwards. Tony watched the lights moved, 2…….1…….G………………, but to his surprise, the elevator went down another floor, B……… the basement. Tony was frustrated and pressed the button for ground again, but nothing happened, and after a few violent presses and kicks, he finally accepted that the elevator was not going to move. He cautiously stepped out of the elevator, if this was one of the tech guy's pranks someone was going to find superglue on their keyboard. Tony walked down the dark hallway, a hand on his hip straying close to his holster. He peered into Abby's lab, but there was no-one there, the lights were dim, there was no music blaring. He walked on further down the corridor, still seeing no-one. He reached the end of the corridor, and opened the door in front of him, the one that lead to the evidence locker. He stepped into the room and squinted through the dim light, and his eyes met a sight that surprised him. There was a pale girl sitting in the evidence locker, about 4 years old, and clothed in a red dress. She was sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, mumbling to herself. When he entered, she looked up, and he saw a startled pair of bright blue eyes.
"Are you lost?" he asked, but she just stared at him. He walked to the gate that split the room in half, and punched in his code to open it.
"You should come upstairs, and we'll try and find your parents, and get you home. What's your name, do you know your parents name?"
"Annie," she said and then after a pause, "It's a long walk home." Tony reached out his hand to her and she took it and stood up. He walked back to the elevator, but it still wasn't working, so he took the stairs, and went back up to the bullpen, all the time with Annie close behind. He led her to his chair, and she sat down, still looking at him but not saying a word. Maybe she was disabled? He asked her questions about how she had gotten into a locked evidence locker, but she didn't answer and he was at a loss. He didn't know what to do. He supposed he'd have to call social services in the morning; they probably wouldn't be open now. He sat in silence, an unusual feet for him, and waited for morning, no doubt one of the team would comment on his appearance the next day. Against his will his eyes slipped shut, he dozed in McGee's chair.
Tony woke up to the sound of voices, and the colour of the light seeping through his closed eyelids told him it was almost dawn. He saw a man standing by Annie, the man helped the girl up and, began to walk away with her.
"Hey," Tony called out after them and the man turned. "Who are you?" Tony asked.
"I'm her father," the man said. Annie's father was short and slightly chubby, but his eyes were the same bright blue as his daughters, sharp and piercing.
"What happened," Tony asked. "I found her in a locked section of the basement."
"I'm not exactly sure," the man answered, "I work here, my wife was out of town for a few days and I had to bring her into work. She must have gotten lost."
Tony nodded. The explanation made a sort of sense, but something about it still jarred with him.
"You work here? I haven't seen you around much."
"I work in human resources, that's probably why."
"Oh, okay." The man turned and started walking away and Tony's eyes saw the man's back, and it made him freeze. The back of the man's expensive white tailored shirt was stained with blood. And not just a little, a lot. Tony knew he had to delay the man, there was something wrong here, and the little girl…..well something was odd there too.
"What's your name?" Tony called out to the retreating figures. The man turned back around to face Tony. "I mean, Annie told me her name, but I never found out her full name, or yours."
"I'm David Jackson," the man said to Tony. Suddenly Jackson's facial features shifted sharply and the man must have seen something in Tony's face that gave his misgivings away, some suspicion that must have leaked onto his face. Tony suddenly found himself pressed up against the wall by the elevator, but no-one was holding him there, at least not with their hands. He felt his throat being crushed although he could see nothing near his throat that could be causing it. He fought the panic rising within him as he choked and spluttered trying to get air into his lungs and circulating into his brain. The man, David stood there just a few feet away, expressionless, staring at him, and Tony found he could not draw his eyes away. Tony felt his legs and arms flail and jerk, as he struggled helplessly. Blackness descended over his vision, and he closed his eyes.
A/N Thanks for reading, part 2 will be up in a tomorrow or the day after.
