So this is my first time writing an NCIS fic and I really hope that it goes well. I have recently become OBSESSED with the show and this story just came to me. Just so everyone knows, I'm still going to work on my other stories, I just really needed to get this one out there. So PLEASE let me know what you think! If I get a few reviews I will continue posting (I already have the first couple of chapters written but I'm not going to post them if no one is reading it) Enjoy!

Murder and a Meeting

Tony DiNozzo was leaning back in his chair at his desk, crumpling up pieces of paper and tossing them at Timothy McGee, who was sitting at his own desk. Tony was bored senseless and had been throwing the paper at McGee for almost twenty minutes, resulting in a rather large pile accumulating on the floor and his desk. One piece hit him right in the side of the face.

"Cut it out Tony!" McGee demanded, grabbing an already crumpled paper off of his desk and trying to hit Tony with it, but failing when it flew right past him.

"Not a chance Probie." He retorted. "We haven't had an assignment in days and I'm bored." He said, emphasizing the last word. McGee merely rolled his eyes.

"If it's that much of a problem, I'm sure that I can find you some work to do." He offered. Tony opened his mouth, about to protest, but was interrupted when Agent Jethro Leroy Gibbs walked in.

"No need McGee." He said as he walked by. "I've got a dead Marine outside of a café on U Street. Let's go." He said in his usual 'no questions asked' voice. It was nearly impossible to question Gibbs anyways, not that any sane person would ever try.

Tony jumped up, happy to finally be getting away from his desk, followed closely by Ziva and McGee. The four of them quickly exited the NCIS building.

… … … … …. ….

Crowds of people were watching from behind yellow tape, trying to catch a glimpse of the crime scene in front of them. A man, looking to be in his late thirties, was lying dead of the ground, a bullet wound prominent in the middle of his forehead. Blood was pooled all around the man and Gibbs and his team, along with other police officers and investigators, were all working on different things around the scene.

Ziva was knelt down beside the dead man, pulling a wallet with an ID out of his pocket. Gibbs stood next to her, waiting to hear the man's identity.

"Petty Officer Daniel Greene." She read. She was about to say more when a police officer interrupted.

"I could have told you that." He said as he stood next to Gibbs.

"And how is that?" Gibbs asked, curious to how he already had this information and why it hadn't been shared with him before. The police officer pointed to a street bench a few yards away that had two girls sitting on it. The older one looked like she was in her mid teens, while the younger one looked barely six or seven years old.

"Petty Officer Daniel Greene's daughters." He informed him. "They were with him when he was killed. The older one is the person who first called us."

"Did you get any information from them besides his name?" Gibbs asked the officer, who just shook his head. "Nothing. They wouldn't speak once we got here. We were told his name over the phone, but nothing else. I can't even get their names from them." He said with a sigh.

"Then I think I better go talk to them. Ziva, call Ducky and get him to take Officer Greene to autopsy." He instructed before walking towards the bench where the girls were sitting. Ziva nodded her head before pulling out her cell phone.

Gibbs slowed down to examine the girls before speaking. They were sitting close together, the older girl's arm over the younger one's shoulder. The older girl had straight hair that was such a dark brown it was almost black that went about halfway down her back. Her dark brown eyes flashed with worry when she saw Gibbs approaching. She held tighter onto her sister, whose blonde hair barely reached her shoulders. Gibbs knelt down in front of them.

"Hello girls. I'm Agent Gibbs." He said, trying to sound least intimidating as possible, hoping to gain their trust fast so he could get the information he needed quickly. "What are your names?" he asked.

There was complete silence from them. After almost a full minute of nothing, Gibbs figured they weren't about to answer.

"Can you tell me anything about what happened today? Why you were here, if you noticed anything strange, if you saw who shot your father…" he prompted, hoping to get some kind, any kind, of response from them. At the mention of her father, a small whimper escaped from the tiny girl. The older one immediately tightened her arms around her sister in an attempt to comfort her. She shot Gibbs an angry look, mad at him for upsetting the child, but still remained silent. Gibbs sighed.

"Listen, I know that this isn't easy." Gibbs said, trying to reason with them. "But the sooner you give me the information I need, the sooner we can contact your mother and get her to pick you up-"

"You can't. She's dead." The older girl interrupted harshly. "She's been dead for a year." Gibbs felt a quick pang of sympathy, but remembered the job he needed to get done.

"Who is another relative we can call to get you for the time being?" he asked.

"We don't have any other family." She told him. "It's just been us and our father for the past year." Gibbs was silent, trying to make a decision to what he was going to do. He knew that he couldn't just leave them there; social services would bring them to some state children's home. He had seen what that place had done to kids in the past and he was sure that wasn't what Officer Greene would have wanted for his daughters. The least he could do for the dead man was make sure his children were taken somewhere safe, at least while the crime scene was being cleaned up.

"How about this," Gibbs said. "you tell me your names and I'll have one of my agents take you to our headquarters and you can answer some questions there. We'll find out where you will stay from there, okay?" The dark haired girl took a moment to think it over before nodding her head.

"Fine." She agreed, though it didn't sound like she was completely okay with it. But judging by the way she looked around the area, the body of her father being taken off the ground only yards away, it was clear she would rather be anywhere but there. "I'm Alena and this is Sophie" she said, referring the girl she still had her arms wrapped around. Gibbs stood up.

"Come with me." He instructed, motioning for the girls to stand up. Alena held tightly onto Sophie's hand. Gibbs just noticed that Sophie was clutching onto an old stuffed rabbit. They both followed him to a truck surrounded by a couple of people.

"Ziva, McGee, DiNozzo," Gibbs barked at three of the people.

"Ducky took Officer Greene to autopsy." Ziva told him. Gibbs nodded and motioned to the girls standing a few feet behind him.

"This is Alena and Sophie Greene, Petty Officer Greene's daughter" he told them. He pointed at Tony. "I want you to take them back to headquarters so I can ask them some questions there." He motioned for the girls to enter the car before pulling Tony aside.

"I'll be there in a little while. I just need to finish up some things here with Ziva and McGee first." He said. "Until then, I want you to watch them like a hawk. The youngest one seems upset but she should be fine. But the older one, Alena, I don't knew what to think of her yet. But I have a feeling that she knows a lot of things that we need and we don't need her getting away before we can get the information." Tony nodded in understanding before getting in the drivers seat of the car.

… … … … … … …

Tony was sitting at his desk, making sure to glance over his computer monitor every few minutes to check on the girls who were both sitting in chairs closer to Ziva's empty desk. Sophie was silently playing with the stuffed rabbit that hadn't left her hands since they arrived and Alena was looking around cautiously, as if she expected something to jump out at her any second. She stood up and began to take a step away from the desks.

"Hey! Stay here." Tony said quickly, remembering what Gibbs had told him to do. He did not want to think about what Gibbs would do to him if he lost their main witness, a child no less, after only an hour.

Alena crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him. "I'm just going to look out the window." She said impatiently before continuing to walk away. Tony was about to argue but decided against it; it's not like he could expect her to stare at the wall all day.

Sophie stood up as well, but didn't follow her sister. Instead, she began to twirl around the room, humming softly to herself. As she spun past his desk she knocked over a stack of papers, scattering them all over the floor. Tony groaned and leaned down to pick them up while Sophie continued moving around the room. Fearing that she could do worse damage than knocking over some papers, he hoped that her sister could control her. He poked his head up towards the widow where she had been.

"Hey, Alena, maybe you could-" he stopped quickly, realizing that there was no one there. He stood up and looked around. "Alena?" he called, a bit more worry in his voice. He didn't see her anywhere. He looked over and saw the younger girl now sitting on the ground, her skirt sprawled out around her, once again quietly playing by herself.

"Sophie," he said, causing the girl to look up. "Do you know where your sister went?" he asked hopefully. She just shook her head and looked back down at her stuffed animal.

"Gibbs is gonna kill me." He said to himself as he walked quickly over to Sophie and scooped her up into his arms. He left the bullpen, hoping that Alena couldn't have gotten far.

Uh oh, Tony isn't a very good babysitter :P

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