Title: System of an Agent
Chapter: 1?
Author: PsychoticScam & Sexc Carebear
Rating: FRT to begin with, but gradually extends to FRAO
Warning/Spoiler: SWAK, Twilight
Summary: Two NCIS agents from Guatanomo Detention Center of Cuba comes to Washington, asking for Gibbs' Team specifically. And what happens when they tell them what's up?
Disclaimer: We don't own, we rent.
Author's Note: Slash to be. Not your cup o' tea, then see that button at the top left corner of your screen that reads 'BACK'? Click it.
"Agent Gibbs," Director Sheppard began, turning in her chair, shoulder haunched so could support the phone she was using to speak through to the older man on the other end of the line. He hadn't hung up yet, so that was a good sign.
Jethro Gibbs, however, stood stoic, though signs of a frown disrupted the creases on his face. It didn't do no good, considering no one would see it if he decided to let it show, but it still gave him character.
"I got a call from a Kayla McClevan. She's an Agent from Guatanamo, and she says she's coming to see us. Are you aware of this? And don't lie to me." Gibbs let that frown he had been containting line his features, his jaw locked and lips a firm line. He thought for a moment, a sincere moment that briefly, if hardly ever, occurred, before shaking his head, before realizing she couldn't see it, so answered,
"No. Not that I can recall. Is that sufficient enough, or do I need to up the ante to your likings?" Sure, there was acid in that answer, and the second B came out of no where, but hell, he hadn't even got his morning coffee yet. He heard the Director of NCIS sigh over the phone, and he resisted the urge to give the same sigh, to mock.
"Gibbs, I--" And that was his que.
"Bye." He said without warning on her part, before hanging up. God, already his day was bad. Maybe if his coffee was inhaled quickly, than hope still may be a chance.
Over the Pacific Ocean
"Kayla." Jarrett McClevan Nádhera asked from where he rested on the couch of the air plane, his head back in an uncomfortable angle, his dark sunglasses on despite there being no sun within the craft. Kayla McClevan, who had been resting quite the opposite of her sibling by adoption, jerked awake, eyes wide, her hand already reaching for her six. But upon realizing there was no harm, and only Jarrett, tried to quickly pretend that she wasn't going for her gun, but failed.
"I heard that, Kayla. Your loud when you move." He acknowledged, smirking numbly, accent thick. Kayla felt bad, now, and offered a smile. Jarrett returned it.
"I know, I'm sorry. What do you want?" She asked, her voice soft as always.
"Can you grab me a Fresca, hun? If you do, I'll share." He gave his cute smile again, and Kayla couldn't help but let hers grow. It was contagious.
"No problem." She said, and when the task was done, sat next to her brother, who sat up properly, and took a long swig of the grape fruit soda.
"So, who's this Gibbs we're going to meet?" He asked, setting the can down. Kayla removed the said man's file and read aloud,
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs," she read, "Former United States Marine. Honorably discharged with rank of GySgt. Received a Silver Star for actions against the enemy in Desert Storm. Senior NCIS Agent, and has been in the service for 19 years, now. It says he has major issues with authority, and in the past year alone the subject has had confrontations with the FBI, CIA, DEA and just about any other Federal, Local, or foreign agency he has had contact with. Seems to instill a blind loyalty and respect in his subordinates and co-workers. Has been married 3 times ('That must be a dent in money,' Jarrett snickered), and has no known relatives." She read aloud, shutting the folder and handing it to Jarrett, before sitting back.
"From what his boss says, he sounds pretty dedicated. She says he can be scary, and that we might want to watch our backs," Jarrett snorted, bringing a grin to Kayla's lips, "But I told her we'd be fine."
"What about the two who work for him?" Kayla once again did that magic trick of hers, and produced two files.
"Anthony Michael DiNozzo Jr. Says here that his previous law enforcement experience is from 2 Years Peoria, IL Police Department 18 months, Philadelphia, PA Police Department 22 months, and Baltimore, MD, and now at NCIS, Washington, D.C. 30 months. Self Confident and charming. The scion of a wealthy Long Island banker and an only child, he feels the constant need to be the center of attention ('Sound Familiar,' Jarrett?).
Caitlyn Todd. Previous Secret Service Agent, before she resigned and Special Agent Gibbs hired her. Special Skills include Profiling." They both knew that if she was in the Secret Service, then they wouldn't get a lot of access to the rest of her file. Jarrett leaned back, laying his head back. Kayla was silent, not sure if her brother just wanted to sleep, or if he was thinking. But by the way his breathing evened out, she knew he was sleeping.
An hour later, and they were driving down the streets of downtown Washington, D.C. Jarrett had contently introduced Rascal Flatts to the CD player of their rental car, and was now softly singing to 'Bless the Broken Road', and Kayla inhaled his voice. It was so soft, and if you listened hard, you could hear his accent on the edge of the words.
"Like my singing?" He chuckled. Kayla grinned.
"Of course I do. I'm your sister, I'm supposed to." Jarrett lightly tapped her arm with a giddy giggle as he sat back, his shades hiding his unseeing eyes, and Kayla could only let her grin expand into a smile. Soon enough, they had come to their destination. They got out of the car (to Jarrett's disappointment, having been 'in the moment' with the song), and headed towards the doors. Inside, they were met by security, and they needed only to flash their badges to get by and into the elevator.
"What's it look like in here?" Kayla heard Jarrett ask, and she looked at him with a smile.
"A literal tin bucket." Jarrett snickered, showing his teeth in a white grin.
"Rusty?"
"No, no. Just the opposite. Stainless steel, I bet." The elevator stopped at their floor they needed, and Jarrett limped out first, having been in the navy himself, Kayla following on his heels and giving him directions to where they were supposed to go. The second bullpen section. When they turned into the section, Kayla noticed two men and a women, who she guessed was Caitlyn Todd. Across from her at another desk was a younger man, not so focused, and she knew immediately it was Anthony DiNozzo. And the older man at the desk to Kate's left, was probably Gibbs. She was about to speak but 'Gibbs' beat her to it.
"Can I help you?" He said, not even bothering to look up.
"Special Agent Gibbs?" Jarrett asked, looking directly in front of him, as he would if he were talking to his CO. Said man finally looked up and at them.
"I'm assuming your Special Agent Kayla McClevan and Special Agent Jarrett Nádhera?" At their nod, he stood and walked toward them, looking Jarrett in the eye, which cause Kayla to settle her giggles.
"Well? You're here now. And I want to know why." He questioned, practically in Jarrett's face. It seemed like Jarrett was looking at Gibbs, but truly, he wasn't.
"I'm sorry we didn't contact you ahead of time, but it was urgent." Gibbs turned to look at Kayla.
"Define 'urgent', Special Agent McClevan." His tone was all business, and Kayla smiled softly, her features never faltering even when she was faced with the grouchy ex-Marine.
"'Urgent' as in an escaped Terrorist. And from what we've learned, you've dealt with one this past year, am I wrong, sir?" Jarrett answered for her, turning his head so it seemed he was looking at the obvious boss. Anthony DiNozzo was watching them, practically drooling from what Kayla could see, and giggled silently, triggering Caitlyn Todd to look up, then at DiNozzo, and gave him a look that said 'you bonehead'.
"No, but it would've been better if you told me ahead of time." Gibbs said, eyes cold and hard.
"Uh, excuse me," Caitlyn spoke up, and both new agents looked at her, "Why us? Don't you have other people in Guatanamo who can do this?" She asked, and her voice clearing shouted 'curiosity'. Jarrett gave a semi-sad smile.
"Because somehow he smuggled his way into America, and is in Washington, ma'am." Gibbs looked at him, a frown present on his features. But what Jarrett said next broke a string inside of him.
"He seems to be related to the terrorist you came in contact with here, sir." And Gibbs' eyes grew distant, and he turned around, walking back towards his desk.
"As long as your here, I'm your boss. You got that? You follow my orders. I tell you to jump, you ask how high, got it?" He said, and got a 'yes sir' out of it.
"Good. Now, I want to know more about this terrorist."
After they had explained the details, Gibbs had headed off toward the Directors office, leaving the siblings alone with the other agents. Caitlyn got up and approached them.
"Hey, don't mind him. He's a grouch. I'm Kate Todd, and that fool over there," She nodded in Anthony's direction, "is Tony DiNozzo." She introduced themselves, and Jarrett smiled as Kate held out her hand and he took it. Kate smiled, shaking Jarrett's hand.
"I'm Jarrett Nádhera, and this is Kayla McClevan." Kayla gave a smile, and a curt wave.
"Your accent. Czech? Or is it Scottish?" Her voice was soft as her hand, and Jarrett liked someone like that. They were easy to make friends.
"Actually, it is a Scottish-British Mix, with Czech, really." He corrected, kissing her hand politely. Kate blushed. Tony rolled his eyes, and smirked at the other man.
"You speak any of it?" Kate gave him a look.
"Well, obviously, Tony." Said man raised his hands in defense. Kate turned back to Jarrett, and pulled back her hand as Jarrett let go of it.
"Sorry about him. He's kind of a..." And she rolled her eyes, and even though Jarrett couldn't see it, he laughed.
"Is he now?" He said, looking in the direction he had heard Tony's voice. Kayla grinned as she shook hands with Kate. The other women smiled back, and looked between the two.
"I'll show you around." She offered, and the siblings gladly accepted the offer.
The Lab
Abby swayed her head back and forth to the music she loved so, snapping her fingers now and then to the tune. The 'swoosh' of the door opening caught her attention and she turned around, a smile erupting over her face.
"Hey! We've got new students?" She sounded excited, Jarrett thought. He grinned, and fooled back.
"Transfers." Abby's smile reached ear to ear.
"Awesome. Where from?" She asked Kate, who answered. Abby nearly squealed as she got up, scooting close to Jarrett.
"Is that a Trivium 2006 Leather Collar I see?" She asked, her excitement rising. Jarrett couldn't hide his widening grin.
"Yup. Premium Vr. I got it free, too." Abby's eyes widened.
"How'd you manage that?" She leaned against the table, watching Jarrett intently, excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Kate and Kayla shared a knowing smile between them as Jarrett began shooting off how he managed to get it, and offered to get her one, which she jumped at, and threw her arms around the young man, before pulling back.
"I'm sorry. I'm Abby, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice sounded gravelly, and Jarrett liked it.
"Jarrett, and that's Kayla." He gestured to his sister. It was a surprise no one had figured out that they were related. After they talked for a moment more, they moved on, to the Morgue, and to Ducky.
Morgue
"And then she said--Caitlyn! How wonderful for you to visit. Oh, and who are these two? The Agents from Guatanamo, I presume?" How he did that, Kate had yet to figure out. So she smiled, and nodded.
"Yup. Guys, this is Ducky and his assistant, Gerald." They shook hands and exchanged names and Kate asked about their on going case, before turning to leave with Gerald, the siblings close behind. But before Jarrett left, Ducky called him back. Just him.
"I'll be with you in a moment, ok?" Kayla nodded, and she followed the other two out. Jarrett limped back toward the Coroner, and stood in front of him.
"You're blind, correct?" Jarrett smiled, turning his head slightly.
"I didn't expect to hide it from a doctor." Ducky ducked his head, looking up at him from behind his glasses.
"My dear boy, that's not the only thing, is it?" Jarrett bit his lip, contemplating one whether he should tell him. His good side won.
"Yeah." Ducky nodded, closing his eyes in understanding.
"Come back sometime soon, and I'll give you a check-up." He offered kindly, and Jarrett nodded, before walking out.
Bullpen
"So, you're Navy?" Tony asked, watching Jarrett, who nodded numbly, leaning against Kate's desk. Tony grinned, looking at Gibbs.
"He doesn't look like he is." Gibbs shot him a look, before turning to Jarrett.
"Ten-hut!" He said, and Jarrett became alert, turning to face Gibbs, his arm coming up to salute.
"Yes sir!" He boomed, and even Kayla looked impressed.
"At ease." Gibbs said, and Jarrett lowered his arm, visibly relaxing, his arms coming to his backside and crossing. Gibbs looked around at Tony, whose eyebrows were high.
"Or maybe he is." The younger man said, turning back to his work, so his boss wouldn't try and murder him. Gibbs smirked, and turned back to Jarrett, nodded, and walked around his desk. Kayla gave Jarrett a soft tap, and it told Jarrett that he could relax.
Later that Night
It was late, and Jarrett had stayed behind, taking up on Ducky's offer. He swung his legs off the side of one of the morgue tables.
"What kind of pills are you taking and how many, young Jarrett?" The older man asked as he waved a flashlight in front of Jarrett's eye, holding his eyelid so he wouldn't blink if it did effect him, yet it didn't.
"I take 2 pills for my Anxiety, 3 for my leg, and 2 for my heart." Ducky nodded as he took in the information, frowning at the conditions of Jarrett's unseeing eyes.
"It seems you've had an infection with your eye?" Jarrett nodded.
"Yeah. The cornea transplant didn't work out."
"I also see some scaring." He added. Jarrett nodded once more. Ducky sighed as he pulled back, looking at the younger man who seemed to have had such a hard time recently.
"What've you been doing all your life?" Jarrett gave a smile, shaking his head with a small chuckle as he faced his lap.
"Fighting." He answered truthfully, and Ducky placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Jarrett gladly accepted it.
He and Ducky left, and unfortunately, it was raining. Ducky offered him a ride, but he declinded, and chose to stick to a cab. He sat there for awhile, thinking. It had been a long time since he had anytime to do that. A somewhat familiar voice broke his thoughts and he turned to the owner of the voice. It was Tony's, he knew that, and he greeted the man with a smile. He heard car brakes, and assumed he was driving.
"Hey, you okay there?" He asked, and Jarrett nodded.
"Just fine." But he bet he didn't look fine. He probably looked like some sick, wet dog.
"Need a ride?" Jarrett thought on it for a moment. It was obvious that in this rain, he wasn't going to get a cab. So, he took up the offer and got in the passenger side of the car. Tony glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
"Wanna grab a coffee? On me." He asked, and was giddy when Jarrett nodded thoughtfully. They drove through Tim Hortens, getting himself 1 sugar 2 cream, and Jarrett 2 sugar, 2 cream. They sat in the car a moment, drinking in silence, before Tony spoke up again.
"It's night, and your wearing sunglasses? Isn't it a bit hard to see?" He asked, amusement in his voice. Jarrett grinned.
"Nope." He looked where he heard Tony's voice, and the engine started up again. Soon, Tony stopped at where Kayla and he were staying. He thanked Tony, and disappeared into the building. Tony waited for a moment, before putting the car in drive, and leaving. He drove in silence until he reached the house, and stumbled inside, exhausted. He collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to take his shoes off. He felt himself begin to drift, but jerked awake when he felt someone pulling on his left shoe until it came off, and smiled sleepily.
"You startled me, boss." Gibbs looked up at Tony, and took off the other shoe, before crawling up and laying next to his lover, his hand on his shoulder.
"I told you, it's Jethro when we're alone." He breathed, and the two shared a kiss. Tony moaned into it, enjoying the tangy taste of his lovers' coffee against his tongue. Gibbs pulled back and Tony whined, pouting.
"Not tonight. You're tired." To prove his point, Gibbs helped him sit up, only to have the younger man fall back onto the bed again. Tony grumbled something about having strict bosses as lovers, and with the assistance of Gibbs, managed to get his clothes off.
"Where were you anyway?" He asked as they settled, Tony's head on his chest, his arm resting on Tony's back. The younger man shut his eyes as Gibbs began to stroke his back.
"I drove that new dude to his hotel. It was raining out, and it looked like he wasn't going to get a cab anytime soon." He mumbled, but Gibbs heard it.
"Better then I'd do." He laughed gruffly, and he felt Tony's breath against his chest, telling him that that was as much as a laugh he was going to get out of him tonight.
"Go to sleep, now." And that he did.
Hotel
Jarrett asked for his room, and with guidance from the desk clerk, and walked into the warm room, and was to be greeted by barking and a furious Kayla.
"Jarrett! Where the hell were you! I was worried sick! Oh, and I got Toby sent here so when we go out, you can bring him with you." She scolded, but turned soft. Jarrett bent down with a wince from his leg, before getting up and laying on the bed, patting the sheets to let the seeing-eye husky know he could come up. And the dog did just that, laying his head on his master's stomach, and Jarrett ran his hand over the soft fur.
"I was with Ducky; he figured me out, then Tony offered me a ride, we got coffee, then I came here. And I appreciate you getting Toby." He was smiling softly. He and Toby had an unbreakable bond that he had had since he first got Toby as a puppy, and when he could still see. But that was 6 years ago. Kayla saw that content look and her heart melted. It was a great thrill to see Jarrett like this: calm, relaxed, and care free. No thinking. That's what she liked to see. She laughed lightly.
"You're glasses, Houdini."
"Oh yeah." Jarrett reached up and removed his dark sunglasses, setting them on the beside table and opened his eyes. From where Kayla sat, they looked grey, but she knew from when you see them close up, they're a dull blue, like all the life had been sucked from it, and it was just so sad to see in such a energetic soul, that had gradually become haunted.
"We should get some sleep." His soft, Scottish-British with Czech accent tore through her thoughts, and she looked to see that Jarrett was now huddled under his covers, his soaking clothes probably hung up in the bathroom or something. She agreed with a 'okay' and let herself cuddle under the sheets as well, and followed her brother into a heavy sleep.
Following Day
Jarrett stretched as he and Kayla walked along the street, and he was quite content. His back didn't hurt, and that was the best thing about hotel room beds. They didn't hurt you. Kayla, on the other hand, hated them with a passion. They had decided against driving today, since it was a nice day for a walk, and Jarrett could do good with that exercise, since it had been a good deal of time since he last worked out in public, or even period. They walked in silence, just basking and enjoying the presence of one another, until a by-passer grabbed hold onto Kayla's arm.
"Hey, babe. Why you with him, eh? I can bet you one thousand I'm better then he is." And as if he was trying to prove his point, he ran his hand up her thigh. Jarrett glared, and even though he couldn't see what was going down, he knew it wasn't good.
"Let me go!" Kayla screamed, sending a blow to the mans stomach, and he lurched forward, arms around his stomach as if he were being sick. Jarrett took Kayla and put her behind him, standing as first defense. He turned his head slightly and put his hands behind his back, and as Kayla looked down, she noticed he was signing.
'Get Help'. Kayla put a hand against his back, and took off to go get such a thing. The man turned to follow, but Jarrett sent a blow to his cheek. The man grunted, but didn't back down. He retaliated by sending his own bone crunching blow to Jarrett's cheek, sending his sunglasses flying and letting them crack to pieces. Jarrett snarled, and before he could make another blow, the man had tackled him, sending him to the ground and landing hard on his bad leg, and the shock went up to his hip, which jolted in pain, and he let out a cry. The man pinned him, but Jarrett wouldn't let him win. He held up his arm as the man took a swipe with something he guessed was a knife, and winced as it sliced through his shirt and arm. He struggled to push the man back, and when he managed to, he sent a punch to the mans eye, and the man, unfortunately, returned it, and Jarrett found himself sprawled on the ground, before his hands instinctively reached up to cover his eye as he cried out with anguish and pain. He heard the man start to try another attack, and he winced, preparing himself for a wicked pain.
"NCIS! Drop the weapon now!" Came an voice that demanded authority. He heard a clink, then mindless ranting, and someone he recognized as Tony reading him the mans rights for assaulting an officer, and Kayla's hands suddenly appeared on his cheeks, comforting and soothing.
"Oh god, Jer, look at your eye. Kate, help me." And Jarrett felt himself being supported and he limped with their help back to the NCIS building.
Morgue
"My dear boy, you haven't been in Washington for a day yet and you get attacked. This world isn't kind to you, is it?" Ducky asked as he began to check out his eye. Jarrett gave a weak smile, wincing as he shifted.
"Yeah, funny, huh?" He snorted and yelped as Ducky poked his hip, "That's tender, Duck! That hurt." He whimpered, shifting his unseeing eyes in the direction he knew Ducky was. He heard the elder man chuckle, and Jarrett pouted.
"It does."
"You'll be fine. It's a good thing I keep a cane with me, isn't it?" He said as he helped Jarrett sit up, and offered him a pain pill, which Jarrett eagerly swallowed. He stood up and with the help of the cane, managed to walk. He shook Ducky's hand, and nodded his head.
"Thanks for the help," He said, and at Ducky's hand shake, let go and turned toward the door where Kayla was and where she helped him into the elevator. Ducky sighed as he watched them leave, then said to himself,
"I have a feeling I'll be seeing those two much more often then I see dead bodies, soon."
Bullpen
"You know that new guy?" Tony whispered, leaning over Kate's desk, grinning. Kate made a sound to show she was listening.
"Well, he's blind." Kate smiled at this, and Tony blinked. "What?" Kate shot him a look, before turning to him.
"I knew that, Tony. If you'd use your eyes, you'd be able to too." Tony gaped, and looked up as Kayla and Jarrett entered the room. He offered a smile and a wave, and scooted over to his bosses desk. Again, Tony leaned in, this time toward Gibbs, whispering, "He's blind, boss." Jarrett smirked as he entered the section, then what he said next surprised everyone, excluding his sister.
"Anthony Michael DiNozzo Jr.. I got that from the file. Tall, Lean, Dirty blonde, brownish green eyes, white smile..." And he began ticking off his weight and height, as well. Tony stood stunned, blinking.
"And going bald." Jarrett threw in with a evil grin. Tony faltered, and frowned.
"I'm not." Even though, he reached up and patted his hair. Kate and Kayla laughed and Jarrett had a smug look, as if saying 'I'm blind not deaf'. Gibbs gave a sharp whistle of interruption, and all eyes were on him. But his eyes were focused elsewhere, eyeing Kayla and Jarrett, who stood at attention. Kayla knew from the look on Gibbs face that he was not happy.
"Is there a reason why you didn't tell us you were blind, Special Agent Nádhera?" The young Marine was about to answer, but Gibbs continued,
"And why you didn't tell us that you and Special Agent McClevan share the same name?" And the look of shock that crossed their faces was almost unbearable.
TBC...
I'm evil, lol. Some of the information I used in their files was from the CBS website Shhh. I know, corney ending. Trust me, it gets better. And funnier, too.