Family Secrets
LB Gregory
Rating: T
Summary: "Why didn't you tell me about your family?"
Disclaimer: Sadly…I don't own…I wish
A/N: Okay, so my muse came back from Tahiti (It took so long b/c she had to go through customs…) And when I heard the line from PROBIE, She hit me upside the head. The conversation went as follows:
PYE: smack
LB: OW! What was that for?
PYE: To get you to pay attention. I have an idea for a story
LB: Can it wait? I'm watchin' NCIS…
PYE: smack
LB: OW! Would you STOP IT????
PYE: It's about NCIS.
LB: Hold on…commercial Okay, I'm listening
PYE: About Jen's family…
LB: OH! Cool! I think I'll Show comes back on Wait.
And that's how it came to be! I hope you'll enjoy!
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When Jethro Gibbs came into work that morning, there was already someone waiting for the elevator. Usually, around this time everyone was already there, so he had some time to himself. But not today. Dressed in Jeans, a grey polo shirt, and a Navy Blue tank top, stood a girl around 15. The second thing Gibbs noticed, was that she had red hair. Around shoulder length, it was parted so that her bangs hung just over her left eye. She didn't seem to notice Gibbs yet, but stood in front of the elevator rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She wasn't carrying anything, and Gibbs could only guess that the several bags by the metal detector were hers.
The elevator dinged, and the girl was the first in. it was then she noticed that he was there. "Hello." She said simply. "Hi." The special agent replied in turn, pressing a button. Boy, this kid was talkative. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Visiting. You?"
"Uh…I work here."
She looked at him, in an examining way. "I can tell."
"You can? How?"
To this, the girl grinned. "You don't have one of these." She held up the visitor's pass, "Obviously know where you are going…and walked into the building with that." She pointed to the coffee. Gibbs nodded, "Good." She shrugged, looking up at the floor numbers. "Never take anything for granted." She said, simply. That made Gibbs stop, and look at her. She turned. "What?"
"Nothing."
She gave him a look, one that he had seen before. "You're lieing."
"…Okay. I know someone that looks a bit like you."
She shrugged. "Well, people say I look an awful lot like my mom." The elevator doors opened, and she walked out, again before Gibbs. "Well, it's been interesting Agent…"
"Gibbs."
"Agent Gibbs. But I must be off." She headed towards the other side of the Squad Room. "To where?" She stopped, turned, and grinned again. "To see someone that looks an awful lot like me." And with that, she continued to walk across the Squad Room.
Tony DiNozzo was the first to see their bosses approach. He saw the girl walk right by him, and up the stairs to MTAC. Gibbs headed to his desk, taking a sip of the coffee. "Who was that Boss?"
"Don't know."
He strode by the other Agent. Ziva and Tony looked at each other. "Relative?" she mouthed, Tony just Shrugged. No sooner had the Senior Agent sat down, then McGee got off the phone. "Boss, we got a dead Marine Major at a paintball field." Gibbs gave a small sigh, then opened his desk drawer. "Right, grab your gear."
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Jen was sitting in the dark room, headseat on. She'd been sitting in there for a while, and her coffee had gotten cold. But she didn't care. For the past 45 minutes she'd sat there, staring at pictures of her obsession. La Grenouille. The French arms dealer. Maybe her eyes were tired, but she didn't care. This helped. Oh how she wanted to kill him. So badly. Maybe she was getting to be like Gibbs, when he went after Ari. She shook her head. That was different. A small buzz in her ear noted that she had a call. "What is it, Cynthia?" she spoke into her headset. "There's someone here to see you, Director."
"Who?"
There was a pause, and a bit further from the phone, she could hear a young woman's voice. "Jayme Shepard." Granted, the girl was talking to Cynthia, but Jen still understood. Taking the headset off, she walked out of MTAC, taking quick strides to her office. There in the entryway was Cynthia, and her visitor. "Well that was fast."
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A/N: Yes, I'm evil I know. This would be my first NCIS fic posted. It had taken me a while after I got the idea to come up with a better plot, and characterization of Jayme. But after several edits and suggestions, I think I got it believably down. Reviews are helpful! I'll right more on this one! I promise!