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Maggs
The elevator door opened with an almost cheerful Bing! I stepped out into the squad-room, taking in the orange walls and the dividers between desks with the ease of a natural born investigator. The air smelled of disinfectant and stale coffee. Tony had said that he worked in a bullpen, and there was only one of those, so I went there.
The smell of coffee grew sharper. And it was the coffee I liked, black and strong. The kind that keeps you on your feet during a manhunt. Finding Tony's desk was child's play. He had always been a habitual slob, and his desk was littered with pens, bits of trash, and candy wrappers. The one on the left of his was almost surgically clean, the kind you get from a neat freak. The one in front was also clean, but not without trace of use, with the keyboard out of alignment and the chair back. The big one was also clean, the kind you get from military, everything straight and true.
The big one was occupied by a guy of about fifty with a hard face and silver hair. He asked without looking up, "Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Anthony DiNozzo," I replied.
"You're in for a long wait," he informed me, "DiNozzo doesn't come in till 0700."
Great. I looked at my watch. 0530, another hour and a half. I said, "I'll wait."
I sat down at Tony's desk. Only then I realized something was wrong. I sat up straight and looked around, "Jen? Where are you?"
Forensics Floor.
Jennifer "Jen" Trevodur stepped off the elevator. She didn't mean to worry her aunt. She was just curious. Sammy said that he couldn't watch her while Maggy was hunting bad guys. Sammy had asked his friend to watch her. Maggy said this was where Tony worked. And Jen wanted to explore the castle.
She heard music coming from one of the opened doors. She decided to follow the music. Jen instinctively crept along the wall, keeping silent as a mouse. Maggy had said that keeping quiet was a trait among their family. Maggy said that Daddy was the best creeper there ever was. So, naturally Jen wanted to try it. To everyone's surprise, or not, she was a natural.
She peeked inside the room. She saw lots of com-pew-ters and TVs. Working on them was a tall woman. Or at least she looked tall in her tall shoes. Her black pigtails were braided at the side of her head and she was wearing a white coat like a doctor. Unlike most children her age, Jen liked the doctor. They gave her lollipops at the end. The shots didn't really hurt if you looked away.
Jen stepped into the room and walked up to the woman. The little girl tugged on the lady's coat. The lady whirled around and Jen asked, "Do you know where Mr Tony is?"
The lady was wearing a neat necklace of leather and spikes. Her eyes went wide and Jen noticed she was very pale, "Um, hi. Uh, are you lost, cutiepie?"
Jen shook her head, "Maggy upstairs. She say I stay with Mr Tony while she hunt bad guys. He Navy and Marine copper. Daddy is Marine, so maybe Mr Tony know him? She's probably woried about me, but she could always check on me with this," she held up the small, black flippy phone Maggy had given her, in which only she and Sammy knew the number.
"Uh, Tony won't arrive till later," Abby said, "Who's Maggy?"
"My aunt," she shrugged, "She and Mr Tony used to date. I remember from when I was really young. He was nice and let me watch classic movies."
"Tony's not you Daddy is he?" Abby asked worriedly.
"No silly!" Jen giggled. It was funny, "Daddy's name was Jon without the h and Mommy's was Alyssa with the y."
Abby let out a sigh of relief. And hope filled her. She might be able to use this to get Ziva and Tony together. And finally win the pool.
"Did you say your Daddy was a Marine?" Jen nodded in the vigorous way that children do, "Well, the Marines keep records of their guys. Want me to show you his?"
Jen's face cracked into a wide smile and she nodded vigorously again.
"What's your name?" Abby asked.
"Jenifer Jon Trevodur," she replied with practiced ease, "My middle name is my Daddy's first!"
"It sure is," Abby replied as she typed in the search algorithm. She got a good look at the little girl. She had shoulder length chocolate brow hair with startling bright, hard green eyes. With her heart shaped face and full, happy smile, she could easily make anyone without a Y chromosome coo. She also dressed in her own unique fashion, with a navy blue shirt, denim jacket, dark blue jeans, and sneakers.
"Lets see," Abby said as she read the file, "Sergeant Major Jon Trevodur. Force Recon, and every award there is to receive, including the Medal," and that was all she could get out of it. The rest was redacted. Including his age. What Abby didn't read was the fact that he was KIA five years ago, "Your Daddy was a great Marine, Jenny."
"I like to be called Jen," the toddler informed, "I am seven years old, you know."
"Of course," Abby indulged.
Suddenly, Jen's phone started to ring.
Maggs
Pick up the phone. Come on, Jen.
"Hello."
"Jenifer Jon Trevodur, where are you?" I practically screamed into the phone as relief flooded in me.
"With Abby," she replied.
"A STRANGER?" I thought that this girl was supposed to be smart?
"She's not a stranger. She's my new friend. She has a lot of nice Ta-toes."
"TATTOOS?"
I heard the old guy chuckle and say, "She's with our Forensic Scientist. Come on, I'll take you there," he got off his seat and headed for the elevators.
I followed and said into the phone, "Don't go anywhere, Jen!"
When we arrived in the Forensics Lab, I rushed to my niece and hugged her. Then I braced her shoulders and scolded her, "Don't scare me like that!"
"I'm sorry, Maggy," she apologized, "I just wanted to explore."
I pushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear and hugged her again. I stood up and said, "Sorry. I'm Maggs, her guardian."
"Abby," the goth shook her hand, "No worries. She's been nice."
Gibbs interrupted us, "Now, what do you want?"
"Jen needs a guardian for the next week," I explained, "Me and Tony go way back. And he agreed to watch Jen for the week."
"He'll be spending most of his time in the office," Gibbs said.
"Jen can hang out with me in the lab," Abby offered, "It'll be no problem, Gibbs."
Gibbs smiled indulgently. I had a feeling he often made concessions for this girl, "Fine. But while she is down here, you are responsible for her."
She did a smart salute and affirmed, "Got it, El Jefe."
Now I turned to her, "Take notes," I ordered.
She picked up a clipboard and pen, "Shoot."
"She's real quiet, just sit her in the corner and she will just sit there all day. That said, she's also very curious. She likes to learn new things. She's smart, so don't treat her like an idiot."
Jen tugged on Abby's labcoat, "I hate it when people do that," she put in.
"She usually takes a nap after lunch, and she can sleep through avalanches. You won't even have to lower the music volume."
"After... lunch..." she repeated as she wrote.
"And this is the most important: NO TATOOS."
Abby dropped her clipboard to her side and looked disappointed, "Awww."
Gibbs looked incredibly amused. As did Jen.
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