DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS NOR WILL I EVER!
The elevator door chimed and I stepped into the large office space of Navy Criminal Investigative Services.
All the other faces around me seemed blurred and my face flushed, beginning to feel hot.
I needed his help; no matter how much it hurt, personally.
I looked around hoping I'd see his face looking back at me, but he was no where to be found.
"Can I help you?" A woman asked.
I turned to look at her and she had a pixie like face and soft green eyes. Her hair was cut to her ears and fanned out.
Her attire exemplified her professional work, so I assumed she was his boss.
"Um, yes ma'am. I'm looking for Mr. Jethro Gibbs."
The woman smiled at me and was about to speak, but out of the corner of my eye I saw him coming down the stairs. She followed my eyes too and smiled.
I caught his eye and our eyes connected for what seemed like hours.
His soft smile made me turn away and I blushed.
Gibbs came down the stairs and walked up to me and stared in my eyes.
"Hello Harley."
I smiled softly staring at him.
"Hi Jeth."
He stared at me, like he was looking into my soul. He smiled at the childhood nickname, but it didn't last long. His eyes went soft and squinted like he was trying to figure me out.
I tried to hide my fear, but he knew it was there.
Gibbs took me by the shoulder and led me to what was probably his desk chair and sat me down, kneeling to my level.
"What's wrong?"
I shrugged. "You immediately ask me if something is wrong. What if I just came to see you?"
Gibbs sighed. "If you did, you would have come see me so many other times."
"Well I was at school, Jethro." I replied angrily through my teeth.
Gibbs tilted his head sensing my anger.
"Look, this isn't the time."
Gibbs looked into my eyes with frustration and confusion.
I sighed turning my eyes from his. "Jeth, Dad's gone missing."