A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews on the first chapter! I think I'm doing pretty well for a fanfiction noob. Sorry I didn't post this any sooner; it's the last month or so of school, and I've got a LOT under my belt. But anyways, this is chapter two, a slightly shorter section than chapter one, but good nonetheless. Thanks for reading!
"Gibbs, who are they?" Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, or as he preferred "Very" Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, pointed out the window at the newly arrived group.
"Dunno," Gibbs replied simply as he stuffed t-shirts into an old oak drawer. When he finished putting his clothing in the drawers, he stepped out onto the porch to get a better view of the group. It was quite a diverse, ramshackle lot. There was a tall, black-haired man, a skinny young man with a rock-star style haircut, a muscular dark-skinned man, an Italian-esque man, two light blonde women, a black-haired woman, and a girl who couldn't have been older than twenty-two who was playing with a young boy. A few of the people in the group saw him watching them, and he went back inside.
"So, who is it out there?" Ziva was pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail, small curls of hair still bobbing next to her cheek when she'd finished.
Gibbs shrugged. "We'll see later."
Abby Sciuto, the gothic forensic scientist, was staring out of the cabin's window at them, Hailey Bennett at her side. "They seem friendly! I want to meet them. Oh, maybe we can all have marshmallows together!"
"Abby, friendly?" Hailey shook her head. "That one muscular guy looks like he's about to kick down a door."
Abby tuned away from the younger agent jokingly. "Gibbs, can we meet them? Please?"
Ziva walked over to stand beside Miss Sciuto. "We'll probably be sick of each other before the week's over."
Gibbs sighed, sitting down in a wooden dining room chair and leaning back a bit. "Once they get settled it. Be patient."
Being very impatient by nature, Hailey grew increasingly anxious to meet them, although the well-built, muscular man still scared her. But, as the minutes ebbed on, she had the sudden urge to use the outhouse.
"I'll be right back," she called after her as the screen door squeaked and slammed behind her. Making her way over tree roots and gravel, she located the wooden outhouse building a little ways into the woods. Right before she came right up to it, one of the other girls who had arrived exited it. She had shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, and was taller than Hailey. The NCIS agent couldn't help but feel as if she'd met this girl somewhere.
The other girl smiled and said, "Hi," before walking away.
Hailey was just about to enter the outhouse when she turned around. There was no mistaking that voice.
"Kathleen?"
The other girl turned around, gave Hailey a hard look, and spoke the NCIS agent's name.
They ran to each other and embraced. "I haven't seen you since high school!" Hailey laughed.
"I know! You're here too?" Kathleen pulled back and grinned.
"Yeah, I came with my agency for break for a week." Hailey noticed that Kathleen's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "What?"
"We're living parallel lives, Hailey." Kathleen muttered.
Hailey stuck her tongue out. "Stop copying me."
"Ah, forget you," Kathleen laughed. "Go to the bathroom before you chase away the woodland creatures with the stench of your, ehem, 'messy pants.' I'll be in my cabin, as you probably have seen already when I arrived."
Kathleen walked away a few paces and then turned back to Hailey. "Hey, who's the creepy guy with white hair who was watching us arrive?"
Hailey giggled. "My boss."