This is my first try at an NCIS fic. I LOVELOVELOVE NCIS, and now that burn notice is over, I think that I will try to write some different stuff. Enjoy! And thanks for reading! I will try to finish After the Westens but no guarantees.
The thirteen year old girl walked into the building and up to the front desk. The clerk looked up and, upon realizing that it was only a girl replied: "I think you have the wrong place, young lady, this is the NCIS headquarters building. The spy museum is a couple blocks that way." The clerk pointed to the west. "No, I'm actually right where I'm supposed to be. My name is Thali David, and I'm here to see a Mr. Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
Thali sat in the interrogation room, her glare piercing the black glass on the other side of the room. She knew there was someone in the room. There had to be. She had been sitting in there for almost forty five minutes. Suddenly, the door opened. Someone with grey hair, a military cut, and a strong demeanor sat down opposite her.
Tony and McGee sat in the dark room, watching their boss and the girl. They had all been puzzled when the Gibbs told them that there had been a girl sent here to see him, and told them to get into the dark room. McGee and Tony were both antsy to find out what a seventh grader was doing at NCIS.
"Why are you here." The way Gibbs, that's who Thali assumed it must be, it couldn't be anyone else,said it was almost a statement. "My mother sent me." Thali held her head high, making it quite clear that she wasn't just another kid. She was a fighter. "And who is your mother?" Gibbs asked, standing up. "What kind of mother would send their child to the naval criminal investigational service building." He had now circled around the table to stand behind Thali. She clenched her jaw, and stared at Gibbs through the mirror on the opposite wall of the room. " My mother," she said, glaring at him, "is Ziva David. I understand she used to work here."
Tony's face went white. Ziva. He had forbid himself to think of the memories, the person, the story behind that name. He had almost managed to succeed for almost fourteen years. Ziva had left NCIS, and even though he knew it was for the better, and that she could not be safe here, it had rattled him to the bone. So this is her kid. He thought in his head. Suddenly he saw it. The dark hair the thick eyebrows. All except the eyes. Her eyes were not a dark chocolate brown like her mothers. They were hazel. A light mocha flecked with green.
"She told me to come here if something ever happened to her. She said to find you, tell you what happened. Maybe I could find my father on the way." At this point she looked down at her hands in her lap. Gibbs was impressed at the kids intelligence, her hard headedness, and her need for knowledge. Like Ziva. He though to himself. Then a thought hit him. "Who is your father?" he asked. "Well, I don't know. My mother said that hopefully I would get to meet him one day. Won't tell me what happened to him. She's always saying 'oh what your father would say!' or 'that's something your father would do. I do know his last name though. It's my middle name."
"Well then, let's move on to the next question. What's your full name?" Thali sighed, then moved on. "Thali. Thali Dinozzo David."