So I was listening to Dinosaur by Ke$ha and I thought that creepy uncle fanfiction with Gibbs that I read earlier by the awesome :) Just search "creepy uncle gibbs" on this website, it's hilarious.

So I decided to write my Creepy Gibbs in Interrogation story with interactive music. So feel free to listen to Dinosaur when it is indicated. Warning – no plot.

I shifted nervously in the stiff chair, gulping as I stared at the mirror in front of me. It was just like one of those criminal investigation movies where they chose the wrong person as their number one suspect. The only problem was that that person was me.

I was having my daily morning jog around the city when an expensive – looking car began tailing me and, in a panic, I broke out in a run. Obviously…bad thing to do. These cops…NCIS…tackled me to the ground and handcuffed me. In shock, I fainted. Next thing I know, I'm in a room that just feels like an interrogation chamber. While I had been busy musing about ways to escape, a gray-haired man walked in and takes the seat across from me. "My name's Gibbs." He slapped a folder in the table. I flinched.

"You name is Olivia Harrison. Twenty – five years old. Red hair. Blue eyes." His eyes lower a bit. "Decent figure"

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

Dinosaur time! –

"You heard me, Miss Harrison." He abruptly stood up from his chair and walked slowly around the table, his fingers tracing the edge of the black wood. Before I could reply, he was behind me, fingers resting onto of my bra strap, which was exposed because of the black tank top I wear when I run. His fingers drew gentle circles on the side of my neck. "Or maybe I should call you Olivia. Hmm, yes, Olivia." His lips moved closer to my right ear. "I like it."

I tore away from his touch and backed up into the nearest corner. "What did you just -"

His index finger pushed against my lips. I could feel him breathing on me. "Now, now," he murmured. "No need to get scared. Just trying to loosen that tense body of yours." He stressed the work tense as he lead me back into my seat and then turn me away from the mirror by ninety degrees. Standing in front of me, he looked down. "I need to know where were you at six this morning."

"Running." I stated flatly, a tad bit scared at how fast his mood changed.

"In that?" He stared directly at my chest. I turned red.

"Yes."

"Have any witnesses who can testify that?"

"No, I run alone."

For a second, I thought his eyes glittered. "You might have a witness and not know it. Plenty of men don't mind watching young attractive women such as you run. Particular with such a lovely set of -"

I fake coughed, not wanting to hear him.

He chuckled. Creep.

"I didn't do whatever you think so can I just leave?" I pleaded, my eyes searching his face for some sort of emotion that wasn't smugness. "Or just get a lawyer?"

"Olivia." He leaned forward and brought his hands to rest on my armrests. I quickly put my hands on my lap. His nose was touching mine. "Why do you want to leave so soon, hmmm? Do you have something to hide?"

I tried to look down but his nose was holding mine still. "Everyone has something to hide." I whispered, stealing an old line.

I felt his right hand on my thigh. My eyes widened. "I really -"

"Shh." He kissed my nose bridge, hand continuing to move up my leg.

"Umm sir." I heard a creak of a door being opened and the sound of a man's voice that seemed to be around my age.

"Yeah McGee?" He didn't move from his position.

"She's free to go."

Needless to say, I never jogged again.

AN – Her story is much better than mine. Check it out!