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Gibbs couldn't help but notice the boy's accent as he spoke. He was calm, almost too calm, for a teenager with a federal agent pointing a gun at him. On a closer look, Gibbs also saw the tan. The very strong tan. "Are you Italian?" He asked.
"Oh- hoh," the boy answered with something sarcastic in his voice. "You got me. I'm Italiano. What, is that a crime?" The boy just raised one eyebrow.
"No," Gibbs said. "No, it isn't." He stared at the boy's face. Why did he look so damn familiar? Where had he seen that smug smile before? And those eyes, the hair, the face, the body structure?
His hair was brown and a little bit blond, and it stood out in every direction, and looked like it hadn't seen a hairdresser in a while. And those eyes. They were dark green and had a mischievous glint in them, a sparkle of sarcasm. An edge. His cheekbones were clearly defined, but not to a point to where the kid looked underfeed. His mouth was drawn into a crooked smile as he stared Gibbs directly in the eye with no signs of fear. A scar ran down from his left cheek to his collarbone. He was wearing an emerald green t- shirt and dark indigo skater jeans. In Gibbs's opinion, those jeans were way too tight for any straight boy to wear, but he had seen so many of them that by now, he was used to it.
"I know you're not going to arrest me," the boy started. "…Dad." He finished, looking and smiling sharply at the agent next to Gibbs, who was still holding a gun at the kid.
The boy moved quickly. He ripped out a few of his hairs and put them on the floor in front of him along with a small glass slate.
"Here are some deoxyribonucleic acid samples of mine and some fingerprints that you guys would consider pristine. You can match the deoxyribonucleic acid samples to those of my fathers. You will see." And with those words, the boy turned and sprinted out of the building. Gibbs didn't fire and also didn't see a point in chasing the kid. He was fast. Ziva also refrained from chasing him. Instead, Gibbs, McGee and Ziva turned their heads to Tony, who was stunned to have a teenage criminal name him his father.
Ok, so I know that Gibbs would never actually ask questions like 'are you Italian,' but it was kind of necessary here, so yeah. Critique both good and bad is welcome :)
P.S. Deoxyribonucleic acid is also known as DNA.