Paths to safety
Hey guys! :D This is a story that has begun to form in my head a few hours ago. Chapter Two will be online soon. If you like it, please review, if you have any costructive criticism you can review aswell or send me a PM.
Maybe you can help me with naming the girl, as I can't decide. The name that appears most in reviews until Thursday 8pm European Central time will be hers. These are the possibilities:
Mackenzie
Connie
Leah
Celina
Anna
Naomi
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the girl (her character) and the storyline.
Thx, and have fun reading :)
Jenny
It was raining buckets outside. Again. Where the hell did those dark grey clouds get this much water?
Gibbs' Team was sitting in the squad-room doing their paperwork from the last case, finally wrapped up the day before. Tony's theory about the wife being guilty had, one more time, turned out to be correct. Much to the others annoyance, because he had made sure that even Fred Collins from Human Resources knew it was his theory. Gibbs himself had gone for a coffee about fifteen minutes ago.
"How does he manage to find his way around town in this weather? It's raining so heavy that I couldn't even see my car from my apartment door!" McGee wondered aloud. Tony looked up from his computer screen: "Inbuilt scanner for surroundings. How do you reckon he always knows where we are and what we are talking about? I could use something like that sometimes…" He grinned and turned his attention back to his computer screen.
About half a minute later the phone on Gibbs' desk started to ring. Ziva got up and walked to Gibb's desk. She was about to answer the phone, when it stopped ringing. "Oh no!" Both McGee and Ziva looked up surprised at his shout. "What?" they said in unison. "I lost the little ball again, and that was the last one. I was so close to my high score this time!"
"Tony!" Ziva sighed, returning to her desk. "I thought you had actually started to do your paperwork… what is Agent Harrison doing up here? I thought he was working down in the lobby now?"
"He is." McGee said slowly. "I didn't know he had a daughter. I thought he wasn't even married?"
"The girl looks like a drowned cat!" Ziva whispered, her eyes trained onto the two coming out of the elevator and continuing their way in their direction.
"Drowned rat, Ziva, seriously, cats can swim, how should they drown?"
-"Well, humans can swim, too, and they drown all the time." McGee threw in.
"Or are drowned" Ziva added, more to herself. Agent Harrison came towards the squad-room, the girl was following him. She was probably six or seven years old and wearing khaki pants, a lime green children's jacket under which you could see a white shirt. Everything was completely soaked and clung to her thin body. She had long hair -dry it would probably be a darker shade of blond- that was glued to her back, dripping onto the floor. Her dark brown eyes swept over the room restlessly, like she was expecting something to happen. She also seemed very careful to keep a few feet's distance between herself and the Agent leading the way.
"Hello Agent Harrison" Ziva, McGee and Tony greeted. "Who's that?" Tony added with a smile towards the girl, who mustered him for a moment through her long, dark eyelashes and took a step back shyly.
"I have no idea, Agent DiNozzo. She came through the entrance and went straight to my desk, asking for the way to Agent Gibbs. I tried to call ahead, but he didn't pick up. Where is Gibbs?"
"Coffee run." Ziva answered. "Are that bruises on her cheeks?"
"Yeah, I think so. I tried asking her where they came from, but she wouldn't say a word except that she wanted to see Agent Gibbs."
"I'll call Gibbs." Tony offered, pulling his cell from his pocket.
"Wait!" McGee whispered in horror: "Is that blood on her sleeve?"
Don't forget to vote for the girl's name. Possibilities are on the top of the page.