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A/N: This is my first NCIS story. I absolutely love the show. This plot has been going through my head for a while. I hope it's good! Before you read, just know that if I continue the story (which you'll tell me if I should in your wonderful reviews!), upcoming chapters will have differences from the show.
Here goes! Third Person POV:
Gibbs couldn't believe what he was doing. A call from a six year old girl had came through approximately a half of an hour earlier. Her parents had died in the military as marines and she was under the custody of her eighteen-year-old brother. The girl was smart, knowing to call NCIS.
The team had begun to "gear up," but Gibbs stopped them. That's what he couldn't believe. He had stopped his team from coming with him, something that he never did. He would work this beginning of a case alone.
Gibbs pulled up to the house. A little girl was watching in a window by the door. She ran outside as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.
The little girl was in tears, but you could still tell that she was beautiful. She had long locks of deep brown hair and eyes the same color. She had pale skin tone. Her face was covered by a display of tears and a mess of hair and sweat.
"He's in there! He's mean!" The girl ran and clung to Gibbs' leg. "Make him go away! Make him stop! Please, please, please! Please make him stop!"
At that moment, a teenaged boy stepped out of the house. "Christina, what you doing? You get the fuck back inside this instant! I didn't give you any freakin' premission to leave the house! You ain't gonna like what's gonna happen if you don't get you ass in here!" he yelled.
Gibbs decided that he had enough with this boy in these mere seconds. He placed Christina in the car and walked up to the doorway. "You nasty, low-life, dirtbag...how is it that you live with yourself?"
"It ain't my fault she was dumped on me."
Gibbs' eyes narrowed. "You listen, and you listen good. You're not going to see her again."
The boy scowled. "You have no authority to do this."
"Wanna bet?"
The kid thought better of it.
"Be ready to show up in court soon. Not that it'll do you any good."
The boy slammed the door in Gibbs' face, not somethng the pleased the agent.
Gibbs went back to the car. "It's going to be okay, Christina, I promise. Just hold on a few minutes."
He sped away to the NCIS building. Grabbing a visitor's pass for Christina, he carried her to the elevator and into the bullpen.
"Oh my gosh, what happened, Gibbs?" Ziva asked nervously, her heart breaking for the tear-streaked girl in the arms of her boss.
"Her brother is a bastard. Can you guys keep her down here while I go speak with the director?" Gibbs asked.
The team nodded. Gibbs placed Christina on his desk and went upstairs.
Christina cried a bit more. Surprisingly, it was Tony that got up and walked over to her.
"What's the matter, sweetie? Huh?" He picked her up and sat back down on Gibbs' desk. "What's your name?"
She sniffed. "Christina. I'm six years old."
"I'm Tony. That's Ziva and that's Tim. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Ziva and Tim watched in amazement at the sight of Tony and Christina.
"I-I have nowhere to go. I won't go back to my brother, I just won't." Christina pouted.
"I can take care of that." Gibbs walked over to them.
"Would you like to live with me, Christina?"
The NCIS agents looked at their boss in shock. That was the last thing that they had expected to hear.
"Okay, thank you."
"Well, first we have to go to court, but under the circumstances, it seems like you'll be with me." Gibbs lifted Christina.
"Where do I go before that?" she asked in a small voice.
"With me," Gibbs confirmed.
Christina nodded.
"Are you ready, honey?"
"Yes."
Gibbs carried her to the elevator, gesturing for Ziva to follow.
Gibbs whispered, "Will you help me with her? She doesn't have anything with her."
Ziva nodded. "Come to my apartment."
After a short ride, the drive ended.
At Ziva's place, Gibbs sat Christina on the couch. Ziva came back with a pajama shirt. "This'll probably work as a nightgown for you."
Because she was so tired, Christina received help from the NCIS agents with changing into Ziva's spare pajama shirt.
"Time to go to bed," Gibbs declared, heading back to the parking lot of the apartment building after saying thanks to Ziva.
Christina fell asleep in the car. Gibbs carried her inside.
Feeling that the spare bedroom just wouldn't do for the little girl, Gibbs brought her into his own room.
Christina's eyes fluttered open. "Is it bedtime?"
"Yes, honey, time to go to sleep," Gibbs said.
Just before Christina fell back to sleep, she murmured, "Good night, Daddy."
Gibbs had to smile at that.
A/N: And there it is! Please review and tell me if it's worth continuing! I'm also in the process of creating another NCIS story.