The young woman entering the bull pen was a mystery. Long, dark hair fell down her back in curls, bouncing with every brisk step she took. She walked with a purpose and one couldn't help but feel as though she wouldn't detour from it, no matter what the circumstances. Coming to a halt at the nearest desk she looked at its resident, impatiently waiting for him to look up.
"Can I help you?" Tony Dinozzo asked the stunning woman in front of him.
"I'm looking for Timothy McGee." She said
"He's not here right now, but he'll be back soon. Why are you looking for him? I can help you with anything that you need." Tony replied, his voice full of innuendo.
The woman just stared at him with a gaze that would make lesser men cower. "There is nothing that I would want you to help me with, Agent Dinozzo." She said in a scathing tone. "If you show me his desk, I will wait there for him to return." Silently, Tony pointed out the appropriate desk and watched as she perched herself on the edge of the chair, her back ramrod straight.
"If you'll tell me who you are, I'll see how far out McGee is."
Primly, she answered: "My name is Cheryl Banks. I am with Child Services." Silently, Tony picked up the desk phone and dialed the familiar number.
McGee was at the suspect's home, helping a little boy pack a bag with a week's worth of clothes and some toys that he couldn't leave behind.
"Mr. McGee, when will I be able to come back?" The boy was about six years old, cute as a button with thick brown hair that curled around his collar bone and a smattering of freckles across his nose.
"Well, Chase, that all depends on your dad. Hopefully, it won't be too long. I bet the time will pass so quickly, that you won't even miss it too much." McGee said with a gentle squeeze of his shoulder before guiding him out of the house and into the waiting sedan.
Just as he made sure that Chase was secure in the back seat and he was about to turn on the car, McGee heard the familiar jingle of his cell phone. Pulling it out of its case clipped to his belt, he brought it to his ear, greeting Dinozzo with a "McGee."
"McGee, there is a Cheryl Banks from Child Services here to speak with you. She is very impatient and will only speak with you."
"Wow, that was quick. We only informed them about Chase around 20 minutes ago. Tell her we'll be there in about an hour. Traffic is awful this time of day."
"Will do."
Forty minutes later found McGee and Chase exiting the elevator. They'd gotten lucky that the beltway had little traffic which made a tedious drive merely monotonous. Although Tim's tales of scouting adventures seemed to keep the little boy entertained until he'd fallen asleep about halfway in. Tim sat Chase down at Gibbs' currently unoccupied desk and then turned his attention to the social worker.
"Ms. Banks. I'm Timothy McGee. Thank you for getting here so promptly. In those two duffel bags are a week's worth of clothes and enough toys and keepsakes to keep Chase occupied until we can get the situation resolved. If you would sign …." McGee was interrupted when she stood up and slammed her hand down on the desk top.
"Agent McGee. I have no clue who you are talking about. I am here about a little girl, not a little boy." Confused, Tim kept quiet and stared at her. "Sharon Bellows died this morning. In her will she left you the care of her three year old daughter, Summer Tabitha McGee."