Hey guys! Sapphire again. Now, for this chapter, I'm well aware that people can't just tag along to crime scenes. But, this is fiction, so I'm going to pretend that you can. I will have Vance in later to discuss the whole thing, but for now, I know that it shouldn't be allowed.
Anyway, enjoy!
ST
Kiley's POV:
I hit the man's hand with my bag and sent the glock flying. Once I did that though, I realized that I had no clue what to do next, and he was starting to swing at me.
I tried to move out of the way, but his hand still caught my cheekbone. And, because he had a stupid ring on, I could feel it cutting the skin on my protruding cheekbone.
I cried out, but swung my bag again. It hit his face and sent him flying.
By that time, the veteran was next to me; and apparently, he had a gun too!
But he cried out, "NCIS! Don't move." So I relaxed.
The man was lying on the ground in a daze, holding his jaw. When he saw the veteran, he glared up at me, but held up his hands.
NCIS
I waved away the EMT's who were dabbing at my cheekbone, "I'm fine. Really. It just stings. But I'm ok." I insisted for the third time.
They gave me doubtful looks, but let me go.
The moment I got away from them, I nearly ran straight into the NCIS agent. He was holding a pastry bag and two coffees. He stared me down for a few seconds, then inclined his head towards me, and walked away.
After a moment's hesitation, I followed him.
I followed him out of the coffee shop while putting the strap of the messenger bag around my shoulder again. He led me to a black charger and got into the driver's seat.
When I didn't follow him inside, he leaned over and flung open the passenger seat and looked up at me expectantly.
I hesitated at the door and said, "I'm not supposed to get into cars with strangers." With a serious expression bordering on sly.
His lips twitched and I got the impression he was fighting back a smile.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs." He replied simply, as if to say 'There, now I'm not a stranger.'
I sighed, and against my better judgment, swung into the car with him.
He waited until I shut the door before tossing the pastry bag into my lap and handing me one of the coffee cups. Based on the smell, he had just given me a chocolate chip frappe. Just like the one I had dropped.
On a hunch, I opened the bag to see a chocolate muffin sitting there.
I looked up at him in surprise, but he wasn't looking at me. His gaze was focused on the screaming man being escorted to a police cruiser. I felt a flush of pride as I saw his purple jaw, I guess I hit him hard enough.
Leroy looked at me then, and raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged, "I played little league for a bit when I was younger. I always loved baseball, even if I wasn't all that athletic. I'm still not. Pathetically so. And if you are staring at me like in your own weird way of asking why I attacked him, someone had to. If I didn't then you probably would've, but how would I know? All that I knew was that I was surrounded by innocent people and I had to do something. I was close enough, I had a heavy book in my bag that could probably do some damage, and I knew what to do. Moderately. Does that satisfy you?"
He nodded and started the car. He pulled out of the coffee shop and I asked, "Where are you taking me? You know kidnapping is a crime."
His lips twitched again before he replied, "I wanted to know who you are. And besides, I told the EMT's that I was your relative. They made me swear to bring you back home just in case you had a concussion. It was that, or you got to go to the hospital to be treated for shock."
He looked at me from the corner of his eye, and I made sure he saw me roll my eyes. His lips rose slightly, but soon went back to a straight line.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of coffee.
His phone began to ring and he put it up to his ear with a short, "Gibbs." Whatever he heard made him jerk his car into another lane and speed up.
I yelped and held tighter to my coffee. My priorities were sure in the right place…
He hung up his phone and said, "I have a case, and I can't stop to drop you off."
I shrugged, "I don't have anything else to do. And I doubt you can go backwards to drop me off at my hotel."
He jerked the car into another lane again and asked, "So, you aren't local?"
I tilted my head, "Yes and no. I mean, I was born in Las Vegas. But my dad took me away from my mother and brought me here. I've been going to college for a while now, but my dad has decided that he doesn't want me anymore. So, he called my brother, who lives in Virginia, and said he can have me after years of trying. Now I'm just waiting for my brother to get here."
I saw Leroy's hand tighten on the steering wheel and his coffee at my words.
"Did your dad have a good reason?" He asked with a careless air.
I shrugged again, "He didn't say. But I'm sure it was the issue where his own daughter was smarter than him and he had no clue what to do with me. He married again, so he probably thought he'd be better off raising my half siblings rather than a genius. That's why he left my brother. He had no clue what to do with a genius."
Leroy looked at me again, taking his eyes completely off the road, and smirked, "You're a genius?"
I grinned slyly back, "I guess you could say that. My brother is better though. I graduated highschool at the age of 13. Since then I have gotten two PhD's in Criminology and Biochemistry, two bachelors in foreign language and medical science, and I'm still working on getting forensic science and psychology degrees. I like learning, and I've always loved reading and studying things. But, like I said, my brother is better at it than me. He's an FBI agent."
Leroy snorted, "Oh, he's one of those monkeys?"
I snickered, apparently surprising him due to the fact that his eyebrow raised, and replied, "Maybe. I don't really know. I mean, he isn't a monkey to me, or at least in that sense, but…" I shrugged again.
Leroy smirked at me, then shook his head. "Still, you've got an impressive record. You still haven't told me your name."
I started slightly, I had completely forgotten about that. "Kiley Reid." I said with a small grin.
