A/N--Ok, so this is a Gibbs story, with some Trent Kort and some B.A.G.'s (Bad Ass Guys) involved. There will be a lot of Kelly and Shannon Angst, and Trust may not be so impossible between Kort and Gibbs after all. Not a friendship but a trust. This is what happens when NCIS Team Gibbs has to take care of Trent Kort's daughter, while also trying to track down the elusive CIA agent himself. Gibbs and Abby moments included! So I had the weirdest dream last night. My friends and I were hanging out in this abandoned warehouse, when some of them were captured, along with some of our favorite NCIS teammates. Well we didn't notice cept when our friends and all but Gibbs got back. Panick went through me. I practically throttled a traitor friend who eventually led us back to Gibbs. I remember how we raced along the streets I even jumped over a picnic bench! Well the Joker had them, so I tore the front off the building and before Joker could snatch Gibbs heart I got it and ran with it. Forgetting his body which I realized when we got back so I made some of my friends go back for it. His heart was blue and purple goo. So they came back with a disk and said Gibbs body wasn't there so when I put his heart in the middle of the disk it hardened into one of those candy hearts. So I made a pattern of candy hearts on it, and everybody else was making one for their teammate too. Cept I thought Gibbs was dead so I was sad and placed the creation on a shelf in front of me. Then minutes later Gibbs walks in dressed in blue feathers. I ran to him screaming his name and we ate his candy heart together. :)

There were many good hiding places in the dark room, there was the closet that locked from the inside as well as the outside, but that was just behind the door, too easy, plus the boogey man lived there. It wouldn't do to hide from the bad men just to be eaten by the Boogey Man. There was also her little kitchenette cupboards but she was too big for those, and she thought lining two of them up face-to-face may be a give away. She would have hid under the bed but people always hid there in the movies and on TV and got caught, and what good is a hiding place if someone can see you just by bending down? So instead she had opted for hiding in her small, cramped toy box that was nearly three feet off the floor. The bad men wouldn't go looking for an eight year old little girl in a toy box now would they? After all they weren't after her, they were after her daddy.

They had busted in, with guns, one from the front door, the other came in the back door and one they had heard over their heads on the top floor. Her Mother, a brunette with hazel eyes, had been on the couch reading a magazine, while she had been completing her second grade homework for the night when suddenly they heard a loud crash and jumped up. The Mother looked panicked as she saw the barrel of a rifle, jumping in front of her child she faced down the man dressed all in black as he pointed a gun in her face.

"Where is your husband whore?" The man said coldly, a slight Scottish accent in his voice. Her hands shook even though she tried to stay brave in front of her already frightened child. She knew she couldn't answer the question, not only because she didn't want to, but she had no idea where her husband was and what type of trouble he had gotten himself into with his job this time. It was always something though. She had begged him to change jobs, it would be safer for all of them; even if he had gone to the F.B.I., it was better then working for them. She had pleaded this after he implemented their emergency procedures, just in case anything like this happened. But he hadn't listened; he had insisted that these measures would protect them, that he was the best at his job so nothing would lead back to them; not to mention the new protection on the house, having installed ADT. If she ever saw him again, she would murder him for putting their lives in danger because he loved his damn job too much. Her main concern now, however, was getting their child out safely, even if it meant her sacrificing herself for everything and everyone she loved. She would not betray her husband, or her child.

"I don't know." She said surprisingly calm, she had spent years as a jumpy, jittery, paranoid mess. Pointing a gun at the door every time someone knocked on the door, going into lockdown every time she heard an unfamiliar noise or saw an abnormal car anywhere's in a three-block radius, and periodically checking the doorways and windows along with the security system. She had been waiting for years for this day to come, sleeping with one eye open in perpetual fear, but now that the day had finally come, where she may lose her life and everything she loved because of her husband's job, she was calm, and strangely confident. It happened, now she can relax in acceptance.

"Don't lie to me bitch." The man said icily, she studied him, hoping to survive this and be able to give a good description to the police. He was at least six feet one, he was Russian but with a Scottish accent, he had green eyes, his nose was huge, his mouth thin and turned down at the corners. His face was riddled with wrinkles and scars, as well as a small tattoo near his ear of an eagle that went into his brown hair.

Returning her attention to the gun, she swallowed; her hands behind her back starting to go into motion; sign language. She just hoped Kaylie was paying attention to what she was trying to tell her.

"I'm not. I have no idea where my husband is and even if I did I wouldn't tell you!" She said fiercely suddenly brave in spite of the gun in her face. She could practically feel the heat coming off of it, it had been recently fired and whoever it was he had shot was most likely dead. She blinked her eyes, realizing she was no longer of any use to him, and he would kill her to leave no witnesses. She should have lied, misled him a bit, anything to stay alive longer and protect her daughter; but even then she knew they would kill them once they figured out that she had lied to them. Suddenly everything seemed louder, the click of the safety being removed reverberated in her skull, as she closed her eyes. She heard the bang and that was all she knew before darkness took her, and she knew no more.

The men stepped forward as the Mother's brains splattered across the sofa and wall, where an eight year old child once stood now stood nothing but air. "Find the kid." The man ordered, "We find her, Use her for bait. He'll come for his child." They spread out throughout the house, searching every nook and cranny for any signs of a young girl. Not knowing that she was huddled in her toy box, knees drawn up to her chest, hugging them she placed her forehead against her knees, silent tears slipped out from under her lids. She breathed hysterically, hiccupping and giving soft whimpers, a keening sound forming in the back of her throat. She curled her toes under her feet as she prepared to attack anyone who even touched the toy box. She grasped one of her wooden dolls and raised it in an attack position, muttering all the while, "Daddy……NCIS…..daddy,,,,,,NCIS." Tears streaming down her face full force as she remembered leaving her mommy, she had heard the bang, and she knew what happened. She knew her Mother had been killed. She had watched them blow her brains out from the crack in the dining room door. Shaking she used her arm to wipe away the snot that was running from her nose.

She heard her bedroom door open, tightening her grip on her doll she held her breath as they searched her room, cringing each time she heard a crash. Praying she'd make it through this she said a silent thank you to her Dad for building her toy box in the wall and painting it the same color; effectively camouflaging it. They left the room, she gave a small sob, as she began to rock back and forth, her eyes filled with tears and fear. She stayed put just as her daddy told her to. Stay put until I come for you, or some policeman do. Always ask for NCIS, for Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, stay away from DiNozzo. That was what her daddy told her to do if something were to happen, and that's what she was gonna do. Tightening her grip on herself she whispered with a heart broken, pleading voice, "Daddy please come soon."

Focusing on remembering exactly what each man looked like and the basics, she closed her eyes and hoped when she opened them her daddy would be there to save her.

THREE DAYS LATER.

"You only wished you had my muscles, Zee-vah. We both know Probie does." Tony called tauntingly and arrogantly across the bullpen.

Ziva laughed condescendingly before replying, "Why would I need those flabby muscles when I could just kill with this here paperclip?" holding up a paper clip, while fake-glaring at Tony, she bent part of it out straight, using a rubber band she propelled it across the room, causing Tony to screech slightly and fall off his chair, trying to get away. It embedded itself in a bulletin board behind him with a resounding Thwack. Tony brushed himself off as he stood up, pulling his chair over to him, he was in the process of sitting down when Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs swooped in with a cup of coffee in hand and a serious look on his face.

"Gear up! We got a dead marine murdered in her home in Quantico." He called as he grabbed his SIG and badge, and made his way over to the elevator, his team close behind him. It had only been a forty-eight minute drive from D.C. to Quantico but it had felt like three hours, due to DiNozzo shooting off different scenarios from movies, insisting that one of these days his knowledge of the theatre would pay off to solve a crime. He had ended the conversation with a simple, "Why don't you rely on doing your job, and use your investigating skills DiNozzo. It'll do us all a whole world of good."

Ducking under the yellow tape they entered the scene together, walking into a hallway that led to one room that connected to all the others, and a stairway. Moving into the living room Gibbs stared at the young Marine. She was about five feet seven inches, brunette hair, slightly curly with blonde highlights, shoulder length, thin as a rail, maybe 120, 125 tops, seemingly fragile until you got up close and saw the scars that lined her body. She had hazel-honey eyes that were blank and unseeing, staring up at him as he kneeled over her. It is said that the last thing a person sees is embedded in their eyes like a photograph, however the only thing he could see in her eyes was his own reflection. Sighing, lowering his hat down slightly in a show of respect, he started taking notes on the scene, looking back at his team he called out, "Tony Bag and Tag, Ziva interview the neighbors and friends, McGee start sketching and taking photos of the scene. I want this crime scene processed as quickly as possible. We have a missing child!"

"Wait, Boss, how do you know there's a missing child?" McGee asked confused.

"The Mantle McGee." Gibbs said before leaving to speak to the people who found her. McGee glanced over at the fireplace and saw a picture of a woman and a small eight year old girl outside a small church.

"She's a beautiful child. She doesn't look like her Mother though." McGee stated as he began processing the scene.

"Appearances can be deceiving probie. Just because she doesn't look like her Mother doesn't mean she wasn't like her Mother." DiNozzo said

"I know that Tony." McGee said rolling his eyes. It was only after they were done that Ducky finally swooped in with his bags and other equipment. He looked agitated, an even more irritated Palmer followed, both were unusually quiet, as they began to insert the liver probe and take in the scene. Shrugging Tony and McGee followed the wreckage up to a little girl's room.

"They must have come in here and kidnapped the girl." McGee said quietly.

"What is the point of kidnapping the child, if you're gonna kill the Mother?" Tony asked loudly as if the answer was obvious, which in this case it was.

"Other relatives perhaps?" McGee said as they began searching the room carefully.

"All photos have no one but the Mother and Daughter in them. If there were any other family they weren't close." Tony said.

"Doesn't mean the kidnappers knew that." McGee said.

"They'd have to. We're on a military base, McGee. You don't get in here without I.D., these guys were good, they'd have watched the house, they'd have planned this out. They'd know everything about this family." He replied.

"Maybe they wanted information from the Lieutenant." McGee said.

"They'd have tortured her first." Tony said shooting down the theory.

"We're on a military base, torture means sound, people around here know the sounds of torture." McGee replied smirking.

"Then why kidnap the girl?" DiNozzo asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Maybe she isn't kidnapped." McGee stated quietly pointing to the box in the wall where a muffled sniffling sound was coming from. Tony unholstered his weapon and covered Tim's six, pointing it lazily at the toy box as McGee opened it, jumping back they came in full view of a little eight year old girl, with brown-honey colored hair and seemingly black eyes; she had circles under her eyes, the whites of her eyes now red and still moist, snot dripped from her nose as her body shook, fear and mistrust in her eyes as she clung tighter to herself and kicked out when McGee tried to touch her.

"NO! Daddy! No!" she yelled hysterically, breathing deeply and exhaling fast. She calmed down slightly as they backed away and lowered their weapons. "NCIS. I want NCIS!" She cried out.

"We are N.C.I.S. I'm Special Agent DiNozzo and this is Special Agent McGee. We're here to help you." He said warmly as he stepped forward. She scooted back in the toy box.

Shaking her head she said, "No, I'm suppose to stay away from you!"

"Who told you that…….?" Tony asked gently trailing off realizing he didn't know her name.

"Kaylie. My name is Kaylie. And my daddy told me that. He also told me that when N.C.I.S. appeared on scene to ask for a Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." She said dutifully, repeating from memory, almost proudly. Tony and McGee looked at each other.

"Who's your Father Kaylie?" DiNozzo asked quietly.

"Gibbs first." She said still wiping away tears from her sore eyes.

"Alright I'll go get Gibbs." DiNozzo said walking out of the room and the house. Looking around he spotted Gibbs speaking to the Commander in charge of the scene.

"Um Boss. We have good news and a slight problem." He said hastily interrupting what seemed to be a dispute between the two. Gibbs turned to him, giving him a look that clearly said 'this better be good.'

"We found the little girl, however she won't come out, she said her Father told her to stay away from me, and when NCIS appeared on scene he told her to ask for you specifically and not to go anywhere's unless you tell her to." He informed Gibbs, who nodded and silently stalked back to the house.

"Hey Gibbs we're not done here." The Commander shouted loudly.

"But he is." Tony said to the man, smirking and following his boss.

Once again inside the house he watched as Gibbs approached the little girl. Bending down slightly to her level Gibbs smiled at her. "Hello Kaylie."

"Hi. Are you Special Agent Gibbs?" She asked hopefully, with fear still prominent in her eyes.

"Yes. See?" He said noticing her look of distrust, she took his I.D. and read it, nodding she gave it back to him.

"My Daddy told me to wait for you. Said you would help me, and keep me safe." Kaylie said.

"I will." Gibbs said simply.

"Promise?" the girl asked smally.

"Double pinky cross my heart and hope to die promise." He said seriously, "And I don't pinky swear to just anyone."

She smiled, "Ok Agent Gibbs." her face suddenly frowned. "But you can't protect my Mommy anymore can you?"

"No sweety, she's dead." He said his voice gentle and warm, staring her in the eyes, she looked back tears forming again.

"I heard the gunshot. I saw them murder my Mom! Blood was every where's!" She cried out, tears slipping down her face. "I want my Daddy." She started to sob a little, but tried to stop by pushing her hands in to her eyes.

"Did you see who killed your Mother?" He asked, as he placed a hand on her knee comfortingly, she had crawled out to sit on the lid, her legs dangling off.

"I saw all of them. My Daddy told me if anything like this happened to memorize what they looked like and everything possible about them. And I remember. I remember everything." She said through her tears, her chest heaving, only interrupted by hiccups that shook her whole body. Gibbs stared at her for a moment then smiled.

"That's real good Kaylie. Do you think you can tell us what happen then describe the bad guys to a sketch artist?" Gibbs asked gently.

"Will you be there?" She asked frightened again.

"Of course. I promised didn't I?" He answered, calming her fears.

She nodded and said, "OK. Mommy and I were reading, well I was doing my homework and mommy was reading. Then these big guys came through the door, one came from the back and the other from the front, and another came from up here. There was a Russian guy that spoke in a Scottish accent he pulled a gun on my Mommy, she stood in front of me. Then the man asked where my daddy was and mommy said she didn't know so he killed her. I ran and hid in my toy box till they left." She said tears dripping down her cheeks, she suddenly looked back at Gibbs.

"My Mommy died because of me didn't she?" she asked a cry of guilt in her voice.

"Your Mommy loved you very much, you were her world. She may have died for you but not because of you. The only people who are to blame for your Mothers' death is the ones that shot her. You did nothing wrong, in fact you did everything right." He replied quietly but firmly. She nodded, accepting it at face value.

"Are the sketch artists' friendly?" She asked suddenly.

"Very. In fact the last time we had a little girl talk to one of them, they bought her a teddy bear and a milkshake." He said. She smiled and swung her legs, "Are you ready to come out now?"

"Where's my Daddy Agent Gibbs?" She asked suddenly, worry in her eyes.

"We're not sure Kaylie. We don't even know his name right now. We talked to your Mom's boss and he doesn't even know your Daddy's name." Gibbs said looking at her, raising an eyebrow.

"If I tell you will you find him?" She asked hopefully.

"We will Kaylie. I'd never desert a Marine." He said fiercely.

"But my dad's not a marine. He's a C.I.A. agent." She said insecure once again.

"Even so I will find him." He said hiding his surprise.

"Ok. My daddy is Trent Kort." She said, ignoring the shocked faces in the room she went on, "I want him Gibbs, I want my Daddy!"

Gibbs lifted her out as she put her arms around his neck and cuddled closely to him. "We'll get him Kaylie. I promise."