Prologue
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Full Summary: That tragic event which lead Gibbs to where he is today, the disastrous car accident which stole from him his family has changed, this time it left his daughter. Kelly managed to survive the car crash, barely. Now, she is a high-ranking FBI Agent but that's about to change, everything is about to change. Due to the fiasco in the last case they worked together, an inter-agency program between the FBI and NCIS has been created. They needed someone who could work with both agencies. Kelly Fieldings was the perfect candidate, the daughter of a brilliant NCIS agent and one of the most accomplished young FBI Agents. But can she handle working for her father? Especially when she falls for someone she shouldn't have? Begins after 'Yankee White' and continues on.
Kelly's POV.
Fear was slowly taking over my body, and the bodyguard didn't make much of a difference. I wanted my dad, he could protect us. All I wanted was for my father to come home, safe and unharmed, so that he could look out for us and make sure we were safe but he couldn't, he was busy fighting in the war. I just wish my mother didn't have to testify against this dangerous man, that she could just give her statement and we could stay safe. But I knew why she had to, she couldn't let the man get away with murder and I knew that it was the right thing to do, but I just knew something was going to go horribly wrong. It was a gut feeling, a sixth sense almost when just thinking about the trial and events leading up to it fills you with dread.
"Kelly, are you okay?" The soft voice belonging to my mother broke me out of my thoughts and I quickly glanced up at her, nodding to reassure her that I was fine even though I wasn't. She looked as though she didn't completely believe me but knew that I wouldn't admit to being scared, I was similar to my father that way she always said. My eyes drifted to the mirror as I saw an old car race past us. It was a gorgeous car. That was when I glanced at my reflection. The girl staring back at me had dark brown hair like her father that hung down her back and vibrant blue-green eyes, a mix of her parents' eye colours.
Next, I turned my attention back to the Sudoku puzzle sitting in my lap and quickly became frustrating me as none of the numbers seemed to want to fit. For the second time, I rubbed out all the pencil marks and started over, the puzzle of it sucking me back in even though I had declared I would never play it again just half an hour ago. It was addictive, that thrill you got when everything fell into place and fit together perfectly. After nearly 15 minutes of adding, switching and removing numbers, I finally got it right and finished it, chucking it on the car floor in triumph.
"You finish it?" The bodyguard asked, chuckling quietly at my obvious joy. Then my fears which had been in the back of my mind came back full force and I felt the happiness leave my body, being reminded of what was going on. Even the joy of completing a Sudoku puzzle couldn't completely erase the fear that was always on my mind. I faked a smile and nodded not wanting to worry my mum.
Trying to fall asleep and get a break from the constant feeling of being scared, I leaned against the car door and listened to the boring chatter between my mum and the military agent assigned to protect us. The car's vibration helped me to relax but sleep continued to evade me, even as I dissected everything they were talking about. That grew boring quickly so I studied my mothers and the guard's features, listing them in my head. Short dark brown hair and almost black eyes, taller stature, quick reflexes from the way he had caught my water bottle earlier when it rolled off the table. When I glanced at my mother, I could tell she was just as scared as I was. She had pretty, wavy red hair that ended just below her shoulders and bright emerald eyes with petite features which I had inherited. In the mirror, I caught my mother's gaze and she smiled at me, trying to reassure me that everything would be okay but it didn't stop the feeling in my gut, warning me that something bad was about to happen. As though she knew that I was troubled by something, she handed me another Sudoku puzzle, knowing that they would soothe my fears slightly. I grabbed the pencil off the car floor and began completing the puzzle, glaring down at the few numbers there and daring them not to fit into place.
Hearing a horn beep, I glanced back up and looked out the window on my left, only to realise that it was a nearby car. The man seated in the sleek red car was in his mid-thirties and looked to be just a few years older than my dad, with light blonde hair and dark eyes. He passed our car quickly but left me thinking about my father, away and unsafe. Fighting in the war. In that moment, I just wanted him next to me. I just wanted him to hold my hand and protect us from the dangerous man my mother was testifying against but I knew it wouldn't happen. Thinking about what he had told me just before he left however, brought me a sense of happiness.
"I'll always be with you, in your heart and memories. If you miss me, just remember that."
My hand drifted got over my heart and I smiled, shutting my eyes and imagining him sitting next to me. I though of him laughing and joking with me, teasing me for worrying so much and helping me with my Sudoku puzzle. It had been something we did together all the time, work on the puzzles, ever since I could understand them. I imagined helping him with the boat and sanding it with him, while we talked about random things. It felt real for a few moments and everything was perfect in those five seconds before everything changed.
A loud, blood-curdling bang filled my ears and I opened my eyes to see the front windscreen shatter and seconds later red covered the spider web cracks which had spread across it within seconds. I felt a scream rip through my throat as the navy blue car smashed into a metal fence, knocking it down and forcing the car to roll over. I clenched my eyes shut in fear as the car tipped over, each time worse than the last as I was pushed against the seatbelt. Sharp pain flooded through my chest, the pain almost unbearable as I clenched my hands together as the car continued to roll. I let out another scream as I almost fell out of my seatbelt and held my hands out, hearing a loud crack as I stopped my head from hitting the seat in front of me. It was painful but I was soon distracted as I was jolted forward again, a sharp blow to the head because this time I couldn't block it with my hands. When it finally came to a halt, I let out a sigh and reopened my eyes. When the blue car finally came to a standstill, I slowly opened my eyes and was thankful that the car was in an upright position.
Tugging the seatbelt out of the latch, I fell forward a few inches as the pressure on my chest disappeared. I pushed on the door but it wouldn't budge, it must have been smashes against the car in the crash. Careful not to injure myself anymore, I moved over to the other side but that door was damaged as well. I was thankful that I had my mum's petite stature as I moved in between the front seats so that I could see if my mum and our protector were okay. Blood was splattered over both of them and I felt tears falling from my eyes as I tried to shake my mum awake.
"Wake up! I need you mum" I cried out. Hearing something beep, I turned around to see that it was the NIS Agent's phone and quickly grabbed it. With shaky fingers I dialled '911'.
"Hello, how may I help you?" a cheerful voice spoke a few moments after I dialled.
"I need an ambulance, my mum and the person protecting us are unconscious. The doors won't open and I don't know where we are, we were driving when I heard a loud bang and then we crashed and the car rolled. Please help us" I begged, unable to see the street sign.
"I am tracking your location but I need you to do something for me, okay?" the woman asked, and I said yes straight away.
"I need you to be brave and wait in the car for the paramedics."
I answered yes again as the reality of what had happened began to set in. She continued to speak to me but I could barely hear her, still reeling from the crash. When I could hear the ambulance sirens I let out a breath of relief, feeling safer as the sirens got closer. When the ambulance van finally got here, three paramedics jumped straight out and rushed towards the car. The first one out was a blonde guy, older than the other two who ran straight over to me and focussed on opening my door. As he pulled on my door the other two paramedics, a youthful blonde woman and a brunette guy, tried to get my mother out of the car after realising that the agent was dead. When he finally got the door open, he gently placed one of his arms under my legs and the other on my back before carrying me over to a gurney. While he carried me, my wrist began to flare in unimaginable pain from being jostled so I cradled it close to my chest.
"Where are you hurt?" he asked after lying me down on the gurney and I pointed to my wrist and my chest, where I could already feel bruises forming from the seatbelt. I heard someone yelling from car and watched as the blonde paramedic that had looked after me, run to the car. After they lifted her from the car, one began to press on her rest while the other listened to her breathing. Moments later, I heard two words the made my heart break in two.
"She's gone" the second the words fell from the paramedic's lips, I jumped from the gurney and ran over to her, praying for him to be wrong. I felt tears falling down my cheeks as I felt her cool skin against my hands and even though I begged her to open her eyes and prove the doctors to be wrong, she didn't.
I felt hands on my shoulders, small and feminine; slowly tugging me away from the body and after struggling against the paramedics grip for a few seconds, I stopped resisting. Wiping at my eyes I allowed myself to be placed back on the gurney and tried to calm down. When I finally let myself relax, well as much as I could, I stared at the paramedic who had pulled me away from my mother and studied her features. She had long, sleek blonde hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail and soft hazel eyes. When I stared at her and saw the nurturing in her eyes, I thought of my mother which only made me cry more. I cringed in pain as she softly touched my chest, checking for injuries.
"She may have a broken rib; we better get her to the hospital straight away in case any shards that could potentially puncture an organ have broken off." She said, speaking loud enough for the others to hear and with the help of the older blonde paramedic, lifted me into the van. After climbing back out of the ambulance, he gestured for the brunette to drive and said was going to wait for the Medical Examiner to get there and collect the bodies.
I cringed back, away from the doctor, when she went to insert a needle into my arm before she explained that it was procedure and she had to do it. Closing my eyes, I thought of my dad to relax and not tense up when she went to insert the needle. When the stinging sensation faded away, I opened my eyes. I looked at the kind woman who reminded me of my mother and felt tears begin fall from my eyes. Turning on my side and facing away from the doctor, I felt grief begin to fill my body again. Feeling warm hands on my shoulder, I turned back. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and hugged her, enjoying the comfort. It felt nice to feel the warmth of a motherly hug, the slow comfortable feeling which spread all of my body.
As I moved to the left, the warmth was replaced in an instant by pain. I felt the pain in my chest get worse within seconds as blurriness seemed to take over my vision and it was getting harder to draw oxygen into my lungs, my eyes drifting shut. It hurt trying to keep them open and I only just felt the paramedic lying me back down on the gurney, trying to see what was wrong. Before I was plunged into darkness, I heard the machine I was connected to begin to beep uncontrollably and her shout.
"She's crashing, I think a piece of the rib pierced her lungs. We need to get her to the hospital now!"
Seventeen Year's Later
Gibb's POV
I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for the elevator door to open, grumbling under my breath. Finally, the shimmery silver doors slid open and I stormed out of the tiny space. As I walked past the bullpen, I heard DiNozzo call out to me but I simply waved him off, walking up the stairs. The moment I walked past the director's receptionist on the way to his office, she called out to me and told me that he wasn't in there.
"Then where the hell is he? Do you know why he called me and told me to meet him here?" I asked her, annoyed at being taken away from quality time working on my boat.
"He's in MTAC, I don't know what this meeting is about. You should ask him yourself." I turned on my heel and headed over to the room the director was waiting in wanting to get home as soon as possible. When I reached the door to MTAC I pushed it open, calling out to the director.
"Agent Gibbs, nice of you to finally arrive." I turned around to see FBI Agent Fornel seated in the front row, next to the Director. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I saw another figure covered completely in darkness seated at the end of the row. Ignoring the third person, I concentrated on Fornel and the Director.
"Director, what is this meeting about?" I asked, looking between Fornel and Director Morrow.
"I'll be back in a few moments, it is best if I'm not here when he finds out." Fornel said, walking out of the MTAC room.
"Given what happened on the previous case NCIS and the FBI agencies were involved in, we have decided to create a program for interagency coöperation and a young, prosperous FBI agent will be joining your team while one of our own agents will be transferring to the FBI." Morrow said and I understood exactly why there was a third, unannounced person in the room.
"Director, I have just hired a new agent and I don't have the time to train another one as well. Also, I don't want an FBI agent to report everything that is going on to Fornel" I responded, noticing how the third person didn't' even react. They just sat there, as though they truly couldn't care less that I had effectively fired them.
"Gibbs, you do not have a choice in the matter. Besides, I believe you will enjoy having this remarkable agent on your team, I have read her file and she will be an amazing asset to NCIS." The Director told me, making me even more curious about the unknown agent.
"Who is this 'remarkable' agent?" I asked, the disbelief dripping from my voice and finally, the mysterious agent moved. She stood up, moving into view and I felt my jaw drop in shock.
"Me." She said, flicking her brown hair over her shoulder and I was shocked by who was standing in front of me. I felt confusion spread over my body as my eyes widened and she simply smirked at me, the trademark Gibbs' smirk.
"Kel?"
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-Addy