Author's Note: i came up with this story one night and well, i ran with it. so enjoy!
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Lesley heart was pounding in her cheast. Why did her father hate her so much? What pushed him to the point of pulling a gun on her? She didn't know. All she knew was that she had to run. AWAY. She also knew that he just happened to be a marine. She was still sprinting down the sidewalk, narrowly missing passersby. Lesley spotted a older man, with silver-Grey hair wearing a trench coat and ( thank god) a side arm. He also had a cup of coffee in his hand, but some thing caught her eye. A badge. Not just any badge, an NCIS badge. Lesley ran straight into him and fell backward. The coffee fell to the sidewalk.
Gibbs wached it fall. Great. "Hey, wach where your going!" Lesley heard him say. She sighed back, "Sorry, but you have to help! Father. Gun. Me. Help!" BAM! BAM! She dropped to the sidewalk as the older man pulled out his six-hour. He didn't see any one with a gun. Gibbs looked down to see a bullet wound in her upper left arm.
He pulled out his cellphone and dialed one number: 1, for Bethesda.
XXXNCISXXX
Gibbs paced in the hospital waiting room for what seemed like forever. But it was only two hours.
A nurse walked up to Gibbs, " Mr. Gibbs?" she asked.
"Yes?" He asked. Gibbs took a swig of his coffee.
" If I may ask, what is your relation to the young woman you brought in?" she inquired timidly.
"she is under NCIS protection,"he responded.
"alrighty then. Do you know what her name is?"
"nope."
"hum. She is being released from surgery as we speak, she'll be in room 619 and she's OK" the nurse concluded, " and could you please fill out these forms when you have enough information," she handed him a clip board, turned around and left. He walked to the room swiftly with a clipboard and Coffee in hand. He walked into room 619 to see a young teenaged girl with shoulder length chestnut-brown hair and chocolate- brown eyes with a thankful look on her face.
"how are you?" Gibbs signed to her after he placed the items down.
"better, I guest." she responded.
"mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"not at all"
"What's your name?"
Lesley Peterson."
"age?"
"13"
"why are you not able to talk?"
Lesley stopped and thought for a moment.
"I just never talked, ever. I can laugh, moan out in pain and shock, but hearing and talking go hand in hand," Gibbs was puzzled by this.
"so you can't hear?" He inquired.
" I can hear, but it sounds like I'm underwater trying to hear you"
Gibbs didn't respond after that.
"hey, so when can I get out of this joint?"