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"If I charge, follow me. If I retreat, kill me. If I die, revenge me."
-United States Marine Corps
Lieutenant Armina J. Gibbs stood in the interrogation room and leaned casually against the grey wall. Her arms were crossed on her chest as she waited. Her Steel grey eyes were closed and dark eyelashes casted shadows on her cheeks as she breathed in and out, chest rising with her arms up and down.
A small strand of golden brown hair fell on her face and she let out a frustrated sigh, which blew the hair away. Her head snapped up with open eyes as the door was opened by a man, who looked bit geeky. ''I am Special Agent Timothy McGee..'' the man smiled at the woman who pushed herself away from the wall, letting her arms to fall to her sides.
''Lieutenant Armina J. Gibbs, pleasure if you'd tell me why exactly I'm here.'' she nodded back and sat on the chair, hiding her dog tags under her green top. Her eyes twinkled in amusement when she saw the shocked look on the Agents face. ''You have met with Leroy Jethro Gibbs, right..'' she leaned against the table.
''Well.. uh..'' the man rambled and looked over his shoulder and then back to the woman, tho had her head tilted to the side, lips curled into a small smirk. ''Well.. He's my b.. boss.'' he cleared his throat and placed the folder in his hands on the table, making her eyes to snap on it for a second before she looked up.
''He's my father.''
The man looked at her with wide eyes and mouth parted like a fish on a dry land. She leaned back against the chair, pleased with the look on his face. ''But only by blood.. he is a shitty ass of a father. So, Agent McGee.. please be so nice and tell me.. why the hell I am in NCIS.'' her voice brought him back from the shocked bubble.
''Well.. yeah.. right..'' he rambled and she rolled her eyes, taking the folder and opening without asking anything. Her eyes ran over the photographs which were thrown on the table one by one.
''That is a classified.. I can not tell you anything until I have the permission.'' she threw the covers of the folder on the table. ''I was on the mission, target was Malik al Khan, this man.. there is nothing I could tell you further.'' she continued and pulled her pony tail free, running fingers through her silky waves.
''But you'd cooperate if we get that permission?'' he leaned forward.
''Agent.. that bastard killed my team and tortured me.. of course I would cooperate.'' she hissed and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. ''Get the permission and then call me..'' she rose from her chair, pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket, writing down her cell number with the pen from her jackets inside pocket.
McGee rose from his seat before she could leave ''Lieutenant, wait..'' She stopped and turned around on the heel of her brown boot. ''Premission, signature by Lieutenant Commander Reyes himself..'' he handed her the paper which was taken from the inside of his jackets pocket.
She folded the paper open and ran her eyes over the text and the signature. ''Nice try, Agent, but this is not Commanders signature..'' she smirked and folded the paper together, stepping closer. The woman placed the paper into his chest pocket and patted the spot ''I've been in Afghanistan, undercover, Iraq.. I think I know my Commanders signature... Call me, Agent McGee. I like Italian, by the way..''
With that she left the room, fixing her leather brown jacket. She started walking down the hallway, when suddenly the door next to the interrogation room flew open and Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stepped out, looking like he was going to snap her neck. ''You better start talking..'' he motioned towards her with his cup of coffee.
''Ooh.. scary..'' she waved with her hands as a smirk appeared on her lips. ''I won't tell you shit about Malik al Khan until I see a permission.. with a real signature of Lieutenant Commander Reyes.'' Armina rolled her eyes and threw her hair over her shoulder ''I don't have to take your orders..''
''You're my daughter..'' he hissed, stopping her from walking away.
''No. Your daughter is the baby girl you left twenty-six years ago. That little innocent child. At that moment when you walked out of the house, never returning, you weren't the father.. only the man who gave life to the child.''she snapped angrily and looked at him, eyes sparkling.. burning.. in hate.
He looked down at her and tried to say something. She only sighed and looked at the woman behind him with a man. They both looked shocked when they saw her, the woman more than the man. ''Ziva David..'' Armina nodded at her and walked pass her father, reaching her hand out.
''Miss.. Lieutenant Gibbs.'' she nodded back and shook her hand. ''I presume that Reyes was a fake name.'' Ziva continued and released her hand.
''Not.. so much. Lieutenant Commander Robert Reyes is my grandfather.. he was the father of my mother... it wasn't entirely lie when I used that name..'' Armina nodded anc crossed her arms on her chest, turning her body weight on her left leg, as the right one was in certain pain.
The stranger man stepped closer, reaching his hand out ''Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo..''
''What's so special about you?'' the woman raised her brows, making Ziva David to chuckle as his face fell. ''Seriously, what's so special about him?'' she questioned as she pulled out her vibrating cell phone, frowning at the name on the scree. Her thumb pressed down on the green button and hand raised the phone to her ear. ''It better be shit loads of important information..''
There was couple of seconds in silence as her face changed in different emotions. ''What? How? You know what? Don't answer.. you were supposed to keep him safe you morons... no.. no, no, no.. don't even try, Winslot! I will snap your necks if anything has happened to him..'' she nearly yelled into the phone and ended the call, rubbing her forehead. ''Work calls..'' her lips curled into a smile as an apology. ''Oh, Agent McGee..'' she looked over her shoulder. ''I'll be waiting for that call..'' the woman winked at her as she walked away, throwing one last glance over her shoulder before she disappeared into the elevator.
