NCIS
Special Agent Gibbs' Desk
The evening started out quite well, but following this man around was not at the top of her list. Upon first sight, she had shaken in her boots, but now, as she moved closer, she could see the easy going side of him. Her mind wrapped around that as she moved closer, pausing every now and then to see if her judgment was incorrect. So far, so good.
She watched the cell phone clunk against the glass as the Agent in question sat down. Apparently, his view on technology was that of a hater. He showed no sign of looking at her or talking to her. Yet, something pulled her closer. It could have been the natural curiosity she had for this man or the idea from the letter she found hidden in her mother's desk drawer.
He looked the same. There was nothing new from what the picture suggested, but a few wrinkles had shown themselves over the past few years. Her thoughts traveled back to what she saw in the picture. Her mother, the one in red and the man in front of her, only younger, and the Eiffel Tower stood in the background. "That was in Paris," her mother would say, always catching her in her office looking at it.
She traveled back to the present, a smile gracing her lips as she took one more step forward, and tapped her pen on the same glass his cell rested in. He neither looked, not spoke. He just kept jabbing at the keys, squinting at the screen. She moved quickly, moving around his desk, and came up behind him.
"Yes…?" His voice sounded the same as well, though, toneless a little bit more. His eyes squinted as he finally moved his gaze to look up at her. She said nothing as she scooted his glasses towards him and tapped a few keys before moving backwards. He turned as well, eyeing her.
"Aiden…uh…Agent Aiden." She replied, moving to show her badge. The metal glinted lightly and his hand came forward to snatch it from her grasp. His blue-green eyes narrowed a bit before landing on her once more. Slowly, he handed back her badge.
She had barely moved or spoken before he stood, holding his hand up as he went. He neither said, nor motioned to her as he progressed towards the others. They witnessed none of his movement, yet, just as quietly as he got there, his hand moved to strike the tallest male's head.
The crack at his skull was heard even to her, but the words were lost. A chuckle rippled from the female's mouth before she opened it to say something; though, it was, too, lost. The confrontation happened in little time, and as she estimated, Gibbs made his way towards the elevator.
Aiden moved then, slowly taking steps toward the now bickering couple. Throughout the whole development, the other agent seemed to grow even more engrossed with something on his computer to even notice her. As she moved closer, one of the two eventually turned to greet her.
"Shalom, Miss…?
"Agent Aiden…uh…" She decided once more to skip on her last name, and instead inserted a question. "Does he do that often?"
They both nodded, though, the man's gaze seemed to be glued on something lower than her face. Just as she opened her mouth to object, an elbow jabbed at the man's stomach, causing him to double over.
"I'm Ziva David and this is Agent Dinozzo." She moved her elbow back to her side, stepping to the side a little as Tony bent forward and then straightened. She jabbed with her elbow, again, as Agent Dinozzo opened his mouth to say something. His hand massaged his chest as he dug up the courage to finish.
"I was just going to ask why you got to have a first name and I didn't." He explained, moving with Ziva as she turned to return to her desk. The pair seemed in tuned with each other, reading themselves and acting right before they did something. Unknown to her; the other agent had looked up and now still held his gaze there.
"Hey, Probie." Aiden looked up at the mention of a new nickname, but ducked as a paper wad flew across the gap she assumed was Agent Dinozzo's range. She glared at Dinozzo, but ended up turning quickly as she heard someone stammering behind her.
"Uh…um…sorry. What Tony?" The still unknown agent asked, moving to hide behind his computer screen once more. Another paper wad met his forehead without warning, though; this "Probie" never seemed to look up.
"Wanted to get your attention off of our visitor. She…" He paused as he slid his gaze toward Aiden's leaving backside. His attention once more diverted towards McGee again as he felt something bounce off the side of his cranium. He turned quickly towards Ziva.
"Miss David are you protecting McGeek?" This time he moved towards her, glaring and offering the Dinozzo smile. Her head popped up at the mention of her name a curious expression lining her face.
"Tony, you know very well I did not throw that." She barked back, leaning once more into her paper work, grumbling something else. Aiden prepared another ball underneath the desk she occupied, getting ready for another round.
"Then who did?" Tony's eyes scanned the room, looking back and forth over his two colleagues and over the new comer. His sight returned to Ziva and another ball hit him once more. Quickly, it spun to look at McGee.
"Uh...No. "Probie's hand lifted to point at Gibbs' desk and its occupant. Aiden kept her face as straight as possible as she caught Dinozzo's stare and replied to his earlier question.
"You are really blond inside, are you not, Dinozzo?"
"You." He said, moving quickly towards the front of Gibbs' desk. She seemed undisturbed, much like Gibbs when he sat there. Wait a minute…
The blues eyes matched Gibbs; the poker face did too, but the red hair, and the delicate jaw. She looked more like Jenny Sheppard than Gibbs. Yet, something was definitely there that resembled him. Maybe the way she sat, the way she stared back, or maybe the fact that even as Gibbs strolled into the office, he neither fussed nor even looked at her odd. She was sitting at his desk; yet, he said nothing as he leaned over the back of the chair and whispered into her ear.
She didn't reply, but kept the same straight face as she followed whispered directions Gibbs was uttering over her shoulder. Quickly, she moved to type the commands into the screen, pulling it up on the plasma as she did.
"That is what I got from Director Stanton and Commander Sullivan, but, unfortunately, Assistant DA McMillan was gone for the weekend. Should be back late Sunday or Early Monday at the latest." Aiden spoke, using the shortened version. Gibbs, McGee, Ziva, and Tony gathered around the plasma, each studying a different piece of evidence.
Gibbs ventured away from the group, pulled a file from his desk, and pulled a photo from it. Once again, he ventured towards the Plasma and returned to the group, without saying a word, and held it up next to the Colonel's face.
"McGee, find the records of Colonel Howard's flights. Ziva and Tony…" He turned, leaving the small cubicle. The last two understood what that meant and quickly grabbed their gear.
"On your six boss." They both replied, shrugging on there back packs and entering the elevator.