It seemed like just another ordinary day in the building but things weren't going to go as planned today. Tony was lounging in his chair with his feet up on the desk. Ziva was taking a phone call over some uninteresting problem. McGee was writing more to his sequel story of Deep Six. Gibbs, like usual, was nowhere to be seen but that doesn't mean he wasn't nearby. The lift doors opened and a young girl entered the room. She seemed oblivious and slightly worried as she cautiously paced through the room, but stopped to look out of the window. Tony noticed her and decided to play a little practical joke on the unsuspecting girl. He balled up a piece of scrap paper and threw it her way. Within a second she whipped around, caught it and threw it back to him.
"Hey," he said quietly, rubbing the top of his head. "I've only seen reflexes like that once before."
"That's no way to try and introduce yourself," she snapped. This girl looks young with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Her clothes were incredibly casual consisting of dungarees with a t-shirt, converses and an oversized army jacket.
"Well, unless you've a relevant reason to be here, I won't need to introduce myself," he replied. She smiled sarcastically back at him.
"Actually I do, I'm looking for my mum and I've tried tracing her down, I've been across Europe and it has brought me here. All I want to do is to find her. So I'd appreciate you not being such a child," she retorted, Ziva put down the phone.
"She's certainly got a great way of describing you Tony, child."
"I don't think that's what the blonde in the bar from last night would say."
"Tony!" Gibbs yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey boss, sorry boss. No cases have come up today so far," Tony called back as Gibbs made his way to the team. The girl watched him walk past her.
"And you didn't think to help this girl find her mother? Come on Dinozzo, if you've nothing better to do. Honestly, what happened to good manners 'round here?" Gibbs slapped the back of Tony's head.
"What's your mother called kid?" Tony asked, getting out from behind his desk and walking to her.
"Jenny. Jenny Shepard." Suddenly everyone looks up from what they are doing. Gibbs immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the girl. "What? Did I say something wrong?" she gasped, looking petrified to say the least. "I'm too late, aren't I? She's dead." The girl looked to the window before carrying on. "No, no, no!" Her leg shot out and kicked the wall, she rested her head on it afterwards. "Why? Why do bad things happen to me?"
"What's your name?" Gibbs asked.
"It's Skye. Skye Lily Shepard. Originally Baxter, but when I found out my mother's name I changed it."
"It is a pretty name," Ziva added. "What happened to your other parents, the Baxters?"
"They died in a plane crash last month, and then in their wills they told me the last they knew of my mother, she was on location, in Europe. In Europe, my findings led me here. To the Naval Criminal Investigative Services. N. C. I. S" Skye explained. "So my mother, what was she like?"
"She was a hell of a boss," Tony sighed.
"It was a privilege to have worked with her like I did," Ziva added.
"She never minded much when I did things that we weren't supposed to do." McGee piped up.
"What about you, how did you know my mother?" Skye looked at Gibbs with wide eyes.
"I worked with her a fair amount in my time here and a little in Europe."
"Oh, right. There is one person I'd like to meet before I go, Doctor Mallard? Does he still work here or am I on an elaborate goose chase?"
"Ziva, take her down to see Ducky and Palmer."
"Right Gibbs."
Skye went to the lift with Ziva and the lift doors closed behind them. McGee looked in deep thought.
"Probie, what are you in such deep thought over?" Dinozzo asked.
"No McGee, she's not," Gibbs interrupted disappearing out of sight.
"Care to explain?"
"Come on Tony, don't tell me you can't see it?" McGee smirked at Tony.
"No really what?"
"I thought, well maybe. If. Oh never mind, you know, you just want me to say it and get into trouble." McGee frowned at Tony as he laughed.
"Well at least you have learnt to say no to Dinozzo McGee." Gibbs called from the top of the stairs.
Autopsy
Ziva led Skye into the autopsy where Ducky was busy putting a body away in one of the many storage compartments that lined the far wall whilst Palmer was wiping down the recently used autopsy table.
"Donald!" Skye exclaimed, running over to embrace Ducky.
"Hang on a, woah. Oh hello?" When Skye let go, Ducky saw that it is her. "Why Skye, it's you, what have you been up to?" He paused, realising that Skye would only be there to look for Jenny. "Oh Skye, I am sorry. I wish you could have known sooner. If you hadn't gone to Europe, then I could have told you sooner."
"Me too." Skye smiled weakly. The pair chatted to each other before Skye saw the clock hanging on the wall. "I better be going now. It was nice to see you again, Doctor Mallard." Skye left the autopsy without Ziva who stayed to chat with Ducky. In the lift, Skye pressed the button for a few floors up. Suddenly the lift came to a stop. Skye panicked and slammed the alarm button multiple times. "Come on, come on." A hatch in the roof of the lift dropped down and a masked figure dropped down. Behind Skye's back she made an upwards arrow pointing to the roof of the lift with her finger in dots. "What the, who are you?" She pressed her palm up against the wall of the lift to support herself. The figure threw a few jabs which she managed to just about block, but it was the kick to Skye's gut that knocked her out. She hit the rail in the lift and crumpled to the floor with a nosebleed.
Main office
"We've got a hit," McGee said, a little cheerfully. "There's been a stabbing in an apartment downtown. The landlord to a block of apartments was asking for the rent in one of the apartments according to a neighbour who overheard the shouting."
"Tony, get Ziva, go to the apartment and search for clues. McGee, go to the hospital."
"What about you, boss?" McGee asked, looking up at Gibbs.
"I'm going to check out something." The three men went towards the lift and waited for the lift doors to open. Tony was about to walk in when Gibbs' arm shot out, stopping him before he walks into the lift. There is a small smear of blood on the floor and along the rail. Even the hatch is still open. "Something tells me we're in for a surprise. Tony, the apartment, you can take the stairs. McGee, go get Ziva, tell her to go and talk to the landlord in the hospital, he'll know what to tell you."
"Right boss. On it boss." McGee replied, heading for the stairs. Gibbs quickly started to process the lift. First, a swab of the blood on the floor and the rail. Gibbs picked up a used pocket knife, which had blood on the tip and down the sharp side of the blade. Then, a UV light to the closed lift hatch. Nothing. But when he went to put the UV light away, it caught the handprint and the finger printed arrow. To the hatch. Someone knew what to give us to look for. Thought Gibbs. "Boss, Ziva's on her way to the hospital. What can I do?"
"I'm finished here. I've got something to sort out. Let me know when you find a match for the blood and fingerprints."
"Right, I'll take it down to Abby now." McGee took the evidence in his hands as Gibbs threw his gloves in the bin.
The lab
"What have you got for me McGee?" Abby beamed at him as he walks in the door.
"Nothing special. Stuff in the lift that Gibbs wants you to check out."
"What? No fair, that's not worth doing." McGee held up a KafPow drink which kick started Abby's work. The blood from the floor came back with no hits. But the blood from the rail and knife matched, it was linked to a Russian mob group.
"Wow, this guy means business and he has been up for multiple stabbings and a kidnapping."
"But that was the blood on the knife so he must be injured."
"Definitely."
"And the handprint has no hits. But the unidentified blood, it, it has picked up a relation to someone who is in the NCIS employee data base."
"It's Shepard's. That's Skye's blood, isn't it? " McGee corrected Abby, uncertain.
"It is, this blood is the daughter of Jenny but she didn't have any children," Abby protested, having never met Skye.
"Abby, I'm going to ask you to do something that Gibbs would kill me for."
"No way, you don't think that this girl could be, that she would be?"
"Who knows? This girl who calls herself Skye Lilly Shepard is identical to Gibbs in so many ways. Trust me, if you met her, you'd think the same."
"On your head be it McGee." Abby puts up Jenny's DNA on the left side of the screen and Gibbs' on the right. She then compares the DNA with Skye's. "There is a high probability that Skye is Gibbs' and Shepard's daughter." Abby sighs.
"Well I never saw that coming." McGee gawps at the screen. "Really?"
"I'm positive. This Skye Lilly girl could be Gibbs' daughter. We can't tell anyone, not until we are positive."
"I don't want to be the one to tell Gibbs."
The hospital
"Sergeant Anderson, my name is Ziva David, I need to ask you a few questions."
"The guy who attacked me had short brown hair, styled with a considerable amount of gel. He wore baggy jeans and a red tartan shirt. His nose was broken and slightly narrow. Brown eyes."
"And the-"
"The knife was a small steak knife with a dark mahogany coloured handle but he wore gloves dark leather gloves."
"Can you tell me what happened?" Ziva asked, quite pleased with how cooperative Mr Anderson was being.
"I was trying to get rent from one of my tenants."
"Which tenant? If you are at liberty to say so."
"If it helps to catch this rat, the tenant was Hayley Sid Prelks. That's what her forms always said. I don't believe the name myself."
"That is an unusual name, did you not find it suspicious?"
"At first year, but there was no evidence that she was a convicted felon. I don't question the name if I get my rent money."
"And does this Miss Prelks normally give her rent in on time?"
"Well of course, otherwise I wouldn't have gone a knocking on the door."
"I apologise, but carry on. What happened after you knocked on the door?" Ziva continued. But the Master Gunnery Sergeant wasn't impressed to be interrupted.
"Oh of course, I was knocking on the door, it was silent on the other side. But I heard the sound of a lamp being knocked over so I used the key I have. This guy was in there rifling through Miss Prelks' belongings. I leapt at him but they pushed me aside and used the steak knife he took from the kitchen."
"How do you know it was from the kitchen?"
"Because just one knife was missing from those knife holders that was in the kitchen."
"Excellent, if you think of anything else I might need to know, here's a number to reach me on. Thank you for all your help."
"And you Miss David." Sergeant Anderson began to cough heavily causing the nurse on duty to drag Ziva out of the room.
The apartment
Tony walked up the stairs to of a relatively nice looking apartment. He admired it in a way. Up to the second floor and across to the ransacked apartment. A woman, still wearing her skimpy pyjamas and a silk dressing gown was waiting by her own apartment, which was opposite the crime scene.
"I wondered how long it would be before they sent someone to the apartment but I didn't know it would be one that I knew," the woman said, leaning on the door frame.
Tony smiled awkwardly. "Well, you had your chance last night and you blew it. So, I'm going to get to work and then I'll need to ask you a few questions." Tony went into the apartment and began to look around the apartment, not touching anything just yet. He couldn't help but feel he was being watched. By the woman. Yet the moment that he took out the camera to take pictures of the apartment she disappeared behind her apartment door. But he managed to get her face in the picture as she closed the door.
Tony dusted for prints on the door but found nothing. Then he sealed the knife box and other knives into a clear sealed bag. Luminol showed no trace of blood, nor did the UV light. He did however find a footprint which he was able to lift with adhesive tape which picked up a strange particle on the print. Tony eventually stopped, there wasn't much else he could think of to do. Instead, he tried to collect information about the tenant. It seemed like a modern apartment with minimal belongings in it. It seemed totally clean of trace or objects. He noticed some important documents that had been hidden under the sofa. But when he opened the wardrobe he found a small safe box which could only be about the size of an electronic cabinet and not very small in depth. "Bag and tag it," he murmured to himself. Seeing as he had done everything else he could think of doing, he went to talk to the lady across the hall.
He knocked on the door, no answer. Tony knocked a little harder when the man with the laundry trolley came to the woman's apartment. She answered the door wearing a new set of clothes that she could lounge about in.
"Oh sorry, of course, you can go in and collect the sheets, there in a pile by the bed. Hello, um- What was the name? Tony?"
"Erm, yeah that's me." Tony replied. The man shortly came out of the apartment with the mountain of bedding and duvets. Then he was down by the end of the corridor going into the lift.
"Hey, I'll ask again, were there any questions that you wanted me to answer?" the woman repeated to Tony.
"Before I start, your name is?"
"Really? That's how you get women these days? It's Elsa, Elsa Monroe."
"No- but back to the point, I just want you to talk me through what you saw or more heard."
"I can't tell you much, I was just coming out of the shower when I heard the door slam shut. With the towel wrapped around me I opened my door and saw the landlord on the floor so I called nine, one, one."
"Right, did you know who ever it was that lived across the hall?"
"Well, I've said hello to her a couple of times. In the hallway. But nothing more really. What was her name? Hayley, or something like that."
"Okay, if you think of anything else you think I might want to know then give me a call."
"What about personal calls?" She smiled broadly.
"Let's leave it at helpful information if that's alright."
"What? Are you not going to get involved personally with me? Or am I just not your type?" She moved closer to Tony who edged back.
"Well if you hear anything then let me know."
California home
Gibbs was waiting at the door for an answer. An elderly lady with long, thick grey hair answered the door.
"Hello," she paused. "Leroy, is that you?"
"Yes Ma'am. May I come in?"
"Please just call me Ida Leroy." The lady led Gibbs inside and encouraged him to take a seat in a small armchair whilst she make him some coffee. "Still like the coffee the usual way?"
"Yes please. Thank you." Gibbs replied, looking out of the living room window. Soon after, Ida returns with a coffee for Gibbs and something for herself.
"So what brings you back here Leroy? I take it I should brace myself shouldn't I?"
"Someone turned up to the office today looking for Jenny." Gibbs started but Ida clasped her hand over her mouth.
"That can't be true. It is, isn't it?"
"She calls herself Skye Lilly Shepard."
"Jenny always did say when she was young that if she ever had a daughter that she would name her Skye. She loved that name. So what is she doing here Gibbs?"
"Her adoptive parents from England died and she came looking for Jenny."
"Is she yours?" Ida asked but Gibbs did not reply. "Answer me Leroy, do you think that she is your daughter?" Ida added sternly, prompting for an answer.
"I don't know, do you think Jenny would have told me if she had a child? She clearly didn't tell you so what makes you think she would tell me." Gibbs yelled. Skye can't be mine, stop thinking that she is when you know she isn't. Gibbs tried to reassure himself.
"When she took the job in Europe, I had very little contact with her. And that was down to her Leroy. I would have loved nothing more than to have heard anything from her. Well Leroy, I hope that for her sake, she has her mother's gene, I don't want a sniper for a granddaughter."
"If it is any constellation, she doesn't look like her mother. But she doesn't look like me, to me that is."
"Oh Leroy. Haven't you got some investigation to do?"
"Okay, it's quiet so I thought I could easily make a visit here."
"Hmm. Well, it was nice seeing you. Goodbye Leroy." Gibbs took that reply as his ticket to leave and walked out of the house before driving off.
The apartment
After talking to Elsa for what seemed like an age but was really only about ten minutes, Tony turned to go back into the apartment and collected all of the stuff to take back to the lab.
The lab
"Dinozzo, hit me with it, what have you got?" Abby imitated Gibbs voice as Tony walked into the lab.
"Abby, you are getting scarily good at that." Tony replied, handing over the set of items he had collected from the apartment. The footprint, the documents and the safe box. McGee took the box and dusted it for prints which prevailed, collecting one set of prints which were passed onto Abby. Then the video phone went off, it was Gibbs and he wanted a meeting for everyone to collaborate what they had found out about the stabbing.
"See you later mini Gibbs." Dinozzo called out to Abby. McGee shortly followed and Abby whipped up the DNA comparison between Jenny, Skye and Gibbs, it looked to match by a considerably high percentage, with very little error.
"Wow," murmured Abby. "Who would have thought of it?" When she turned to the documents, they were all about Shepard but when she looked at the notes that Dinozzo and Ziva had patched through to her, she saw the tenant's name was Hayley Sid Prelks. But the prints on the notes matched the handprint in the lift. "What would Hayley be doing in our lift? If they are her prints that is? And why would she have documents about Jenny?" Then she turned to the safe box which she managed to prise open. In it were a series of photos of a baby girl growing up through her childhood and teen years right up until she must have been an adi;t. When Abby wrote out the label 'Evidence from Hayley Sid Prelk's apartment' she noticed something with the name. On a scrap piece of paper she wrote out the letters of the name in a circle in random places along it. Afterwards she drew a line from letter to letter until they were all gone. "No way!"
Upstairs in the office
"What have you got for me?" Gibbs asked. Tony showed the team a slideshow of the photos of the apartment giving all of the details he has gotten from the apartment. Ziva then told them the information she gathered from Sergeant Anderson. "What about the lift McGee?"
"One set of prints. Unidentified. The blood droplets picked up a link to Jenny Shepard, similar DNA. The blood on the rail and knife matched to a Russian mobster. The knife contained the unidentified prints and had an inscriptions of R # 0 9."
"Rule number nine, never leave home without a knife." Tony interrupted inadvertently, as if it was his initial thought.
"Could be, you know boss. I think that someone was definitely taken from the lift."
"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs." Abby comes running towards Gibbs and the rest of the team carrying the safe box. "The set of unidentified prints matched prints found on documents in Hayley Sid Prelk's apartment. But I later found that Hayley Sid Prelks doesn't exist. So I played with the name. Rearranging the letters, like an anagram. It's none other than Skye Lilly Shepard. So, not only was this girl's apartment raided, but if McGee's theory is correct then she was kidnapped from the lift and Gibbs, you might want to have a look at this." Abby held out the safe box. Gibbs opened it slowly and, resting on the very top of it all was a strip of fabric with a number that matched his own ID number from when he was in the marines. "It also contains pictures of a child growing up."
"It's Skye. This one here, this looks like her," Ziva said, peering over Gibbs' shoulder. "Do you have any idea where the Russian mobster could have taken Skye?"
"Who knows, but there must be some piece of evidence here." Tony added looking at the screen with the pictures.
"Who said something about a lamp being broken?" McGee asked.
"That would be Sergeant Anderson. He entered the room because he heard a lamp smash," Ziva replied.
"But look at the pictures Tony took. What do you notice?"
"That there is no lamp at all in the area. Apart from the lamp that is in one piece right there." Ziva pointed to the screen at the lamp which was in one piece.
"Tony with me, we are going to visit Master Gunnery Sergeant Anderson." Gibbs demanded.
"What about us Gibbs?" Ziva and McGee looked to Gibbs for something to do.
"Well, use your brain." As they didn't move, Gibbs sighed dramatically. "Find out more about the Russian mobsters." Ziva and McGee set to work. As Gibbs and Tony got into the lift, the doors were about to close when Ziva put her hand in between the doors. She was holding her mobile to her ear. She disconnected the call and got in the lift with her co-workers.
"Anderson has just died. That was the nurse who found my number in his belongings."
"What do we do now boss?" Dinozzo asked. "He was a suspect and a witness, and a victim."
"We check it out. I don't believe it was a complete accident." Gibbs pressed the button to the basement. "Tell Ducky to meet us there."
An old warehouse
Skye Shepard was sitting on a chair with tape wrapped around her wrists and across her chest.
"Who are you?" she asked her kidnapper. "What do you want with me?"
"I don't want anything to do with you. She is the one who wants you." Their voice sounded distorted, it didn't sound right at all. One door opened and the blonde woman that lived across the hall from where Skye had been staying, the woman who called herself Elsa.
"My, my, you are quite the trooper," she said coming down the steps.
"Elsa, what are you doing here?"
"Elsa. My name isn't Elsa, it's Natalya Chernitskaya. And I'm here to take my revenge as your parents have done so to me."
"What? I don't know what you are talking about."
"Your father killed my sister's other half. Such a shame about your mother. But, then again your father's mentor shot my sister. So now I am going to return the favour." Natalya put a cloth over Skye's mouth and the girl's head lolled back over the chair.
The hospital
"Here, seeing as Mr Anderson had a next of kin, you can take the remainder of his belongings, what was left behind." The nurse handed Dinozzo a box smiling cheerfully at him. "I hear that you want to take the body for closer examination. Doctor Mallard has already come to pick up the body."
"Thank you," Tony replied, taking the box back to the car. "Hopefully this will help us a little." Gibbs phone began to ring.
"Abby?" Gibbs said picking up the phone.
"Gibbs, I was testing the particles that Tony found on the shoeprint. I turns out to have traces of an object similar to copper and I searched for factories or companies that use this kind of copper. I found one warehouse that I think you should check out. But I'd hurry if I were you. We don't know what these people are capable of."
"Thanks Abby."
"Take care and stay safe." The call disconnected and Gibbs swerved the car around in another direction.
"So we're going are we boss? I thought there was a rule about not getting involved in cases personally."
"But there is a rule where you do everything you possibly can for family. And if Skye really is my daughter then I have to do what it takes."
They stopped at the warehouses which Abby was talking about. Gibbs, Tony and Ziva cautiously got out of the car and opened the door. Keeping their hands poised on their guns they made their way to the warehouse door. One, two, three. They burst in the door and walked through the main hanger. No one was there but there were crates of copper wires and tubing. An empty chair with remnants of tape attached to the arms and back.
"Clear." Ziva came back from the next room.
"Clear." Tony echoed from the other end of the hanger.
"She's not here, is she Gibbs?" Ziva asked putting the gun back in its holster.
"No," uttered Gibbs bitterly. "She's long gone but they want to keep her alive for now."
"How do you know?"
"If they didn't, we would have found her dead body here."
"Boss, you might want to check this out." Tony called from the door at the other end of the hanger. Gibbs and Ziva followed Tony into the room. There was a workshop table, stained with blood and bloody tools beside it, smaller ones than what a surgeon would use. A metal box sat pristinely on a small pool of the blood in the centre of the table. Taking a glove in his hand, Tony pulled the handle of the metal box and flipped the lid back. He recoiled in disgust, Ziva and Gibbs looked in the box to see a kidney lying in it.
"It's a message." Ziva said. "If I can speak my mind, which I will, it reminds me of Daisy Jones."
"You mean Davey Jones." Tony corrected before receiving an evil glare from Ziva.
"He was the one who has his heart in the locker. Well kidney in a box, heart in a locker. Maybe they are trying to connect to the sea. Or perhaps, if they know Skye Shepard, maybe it's your marine background."
"Take the box, we'll go to the Harbour." Gibbs left the room. They drove to the Harbour where Gibbs got a phone call from Ducky.
"What is it Ducky?"
"Well, our Sergeant Anderson had elevated morphine levels. This was no natural death, but possibly foul play. Now, the warehouse? Did you find anything?"
"A kidney in a box."
"Oo. Well that reminds me of-"
"Hang on Ducky, we off to the Harbour. We don't have much time," Gibbs snapped, shutting the phone and tossing it at Tony. At Gibbs' driving speed, they were at the Harbour within seconds. Gibbs ran down the pier searching for any sign of Skye. There were just so many boats both in the harbour and out to sea. It was like a parade of boats all in one place. Gibbs ran his hand through his hair as he checked all directions but a splash caught his attention.
The smallest simple sailing boat with a bright yellow deck. Struggling in the water, was a bulky man. But still on the boat was a small figure whose feet were taped together and their hands tied behind their back. Gibbs ran to the end of the jetty.
"Gibbs!" Tony called out from a boat with a large engine hanging off the edge, Gibbs climbed down a ladder by the end of the jetty and jumped into the boat. Ziva followed the two men in the coast guards boat. The yellow decked boat was moving swiftly further out to sea as the taped person tried to steer the tiller behind their back. "Is that Skye?" Tony squinted at the figure.
The figure turned to see them pursuing her, it was Skye and she began to shake her head vigorously. But still they pursued her so she held threw the tiller to one side between her ankles ducking under the boom as it swung to catch the wind.
"She knows how to sail."
As she got her hands free, she ripped the tape from her mouth.
"Get away from here!" she screamed.
"What's she saying Tony?" Ziva called out over the engine of both boats.
"I don't know, I can't make it out," Tony replied.
"Stop!" Skye screamed again. The boom swung again and she dropped down to the yellow deck. Pulling the sail in as tight as it would go, she pushed the tiller away from her making the boat turn abruptly the other way. "Get away!" A red flare lit up the harbour and tore through Skye's sail. "Go back!"
"Stop the engine Tony!" Gibbs yelled. "Ziva, yours too!"
"Go back to the harbour!" Skye yelled clearly.
"Why Skye?" Gibbs yelled back.
"She'll kill us both if you make it to me. The flare was a warning shot." Skye stood up, supporting herself up by the mast of the boat and they saw a red patch soaking through her dungarees.
Gibbs realised it was her kidney that was in the metal box.
"You need medical help Skye. Who's going to kill us?"
"Natalya Chernitskaya. Mike Franks killed her sister because my mum didn't and you killed her sister's other half." Skye replied. Another flare tore through the air and hit the boat Skye was on, she fell into the water. Gibbs scanned the harbour and noticed a woman running down the harbour, away from them. Suddenly Skye's body resurfaced with a knife to her throat, it was the man that had kidnapped her. The man Dinozzo recognised as the one who had collected Elsa's laundry, and mostly likely Skye too.
"Woah, woah. Take it easy," Gibbs said putting his hands out trying to stop the man doing anything hasty. This guy was an amateur, he didn't know what he was doing.
"He's a decoy Gibbs, she's getting away. Forget about me, go after," Skye muttered, her chin quivering in fear. There were tyre screeches and they turned to see a large jeep like car disappear from sight. "Go after her, stop her before she hurts anyone else. You can't let her hurt anyone, no one deserves it. Goodbye everyone." Skye's body ducked under the water, the man went mental and dropped the knife as he splashed about for Skye's body. Through the splashes, he screamed and thrashed about. Skye came splashing out on the water and clung onto the side of the boat that Tony and Gibbs were on. Gibbs hauled her onto the boat and the coast guards dragged the other man onto their boat only to see the knife was hanging out of his thigh, only a centimetre was in the flesh.
"Take him to the hospital and keep him under surveillance."
"Okay Gibbs," Ziva replied as the coast guard returned to the harbour. Skye winced as her hand became coated in a pool of glistening blood.
"The stitches must have ripped." Skye sighed pulling up her jumped to see an open wound by a large incision. "Ow!" Skye peeled a sock of her wet foot and pressed it to the wound biting on her lip a little. "I didn't mean to stab him but he didn't stab Anderson but he was the one in my apartment. And I figured that out, he didn't tell me."
Tony took the boat back to the harbour and they drove to the hospital where Skye was patched up. At the hospital, the team gathered. Gibbs sat by Skye's bed whilst Tony, Ziva, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Palmer and even Vance sat outside. Gibbs came out of the room as the doctor came back.
"Here are the discharge forms. Um, who is going to take these?" Everyone looked to Gibbs who was silent. But the doctor pushed the files into Gibbs' arms. "Guess it's down to you." Then the doctor walked away. Gibbs stared down at the files.
Abby was first to get up and whispered into Gibbs. "Don't look so scared, it'll be a chance for you to get to know Skye." She kissed his cheek playfully and walked off with Ducky and Palmer. The other three were about to leave but Vance called them to stay back.
"I was reviewing a few documents from Skye Shepard's apartment and I feel that I should honour something I found in them. Gibbs, how would you like a new member to your team?" Vance asked. Gibbs turned to look at Skye who was sitting up in the bed eating from a bowl of gloopy hospital food. She noticed them all staring at her and she raised one eyebrow before laughing .
"Well I think that would be down to her. Not me." Gibbs said. Vance peered around the door.
"Looks like you are the newest member of the NCIS team," he said loudly, completely shocking Skye in the process.
"Really? Are you sure you can put up with me?" she asked but the team nodded.
"I better be going now. See you in the morning." Vance turned on his heels and walked out of the hospital.
"Off you go guys, I want to see you bright and early in the morning." Gibbs nudged McGee, Tony and Ziva away before going to see Skye. "Everything okay?"
"It certainly is. Dad."
Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl: So when I was playing with the idea I had so many random things flying through my mind. Apologies if it seems a little ambiguous but hopefully you'll read on, I just need to finalise my next murder…