Sorry for the delay of updates. Real life can be crazy. Working on Tough Question and trying to deside what Lady A song to do next. This story just has been the easiet for me to do. Hope you like it. Isabella is the only thing I can say that I own. Also the song is "Maggie Creek Road" by Reba. Go listen to it on youtube, it's great.
The team watched as the girl on the stage handed a sheet of paper to each member of the band on the stage. The music started up slow and steady. She nodded to each member that they had the correct beat going and walked up to the mike. When she spoke you could hear that she had a very strong southern twang. "I wanna thank each person for coming out tonight. I wrote this song about 4 years ago. It's the first time I have sung it to anybody. I've dedicated it to a very special person who is here tonight. Hope y'all like it."
Clasping the mike in her hands, she bowed her head and started moving her body to the beat slightly. You could see everyone waiting to hear exactly what the song was. When she opened her mouth and started the first words of the song, everyone could understand why she had gotten where she was right now.
Mama stood on the front porch ringin' her hands
Watched the tail lights fadin' on his black tranzam
With her precious little baby taking off inside
Staring at him with stars in her eyes
She tried to tell her but the girl might as well have been deaf
She wasn't gonna listen to a word she said
Don't go down Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
In the shade where the wild flowers grow
What'll happen only heaven knows
So don't go down Maggie Creek Road
Looking at the girl on the stage no one would know that she was not with them. She knew that she was on the stage singing but in her mind she was in another time, her past. She was a 17 year old senior in high school, standing in the door way of her mom's home in DC. On the street in front of her house there was a boy waiting on her to come out and have fun on her first real date. She was standing there listening to her mom tell her the million reasons she should not go out with this boy. He was the typical bad boy that your mom always warned you about. He skipped school, smoked, and drove a midnight black tranzam but she didn't care what anybody said about him. She knew him, he was just misunderstood. He had told her that she was the girl he had been looking for all of his life, they were destined. She was going to be with him. Nothing would stop her. She walked down the steps and got in his car. She heard her mom shout.
"Isabella, Do Not go with that boy!"
She leaned her head out the window of the car as he pulled away. "Relax mom! It's ok. See you at 11."
Was a still black night as dark is cold
Nobody heard her when she said no
She kicked and screamed and got free somehow
Tore her dress on the door when he pushed her out
She walked 13 miles on the gravel road
With tears in her eyes 20 years ago
Don't go down Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
In the shade where the wild flowers grow
What'll happen only heaven knows
So don't go down Maggie Creek Road
Jethro watched as the girl sang. He had to admit that she had a wonderful voice but there was just something about her that made her amazing. The look on her face as she sang told him that this song was very personal. He also noticed the way at times she was looking at Jen and the way Jen looked back. This made him very interested in not only the song but just how this girl was connected to her.
Somehow mama's always know
Cause they shoulda been home an hour ago
When she pulled up it was just going down
She turned her headlights off didn't make a sound
She heard her baby crying no but he wouldn't stop
Her heart went cold and her blood ran hot
With a pistol in her hand she opened his door
You don't wanna see mama go to war.
Don't go down Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
In the shade where the wild flowers grow
What'll happen only heaven knows
So don't go down
I say don't go down
Maggie Creek Road
don't go down... Maggie Creek Road
Maggie Creek Road.
Jethro watched as the girl finished singing. The look on her face told him that this song was hard for her to share. He noticed she was holding back the tears in her eyes. He also noticed that her eyes were locked on Jenny. He looked beside him when he felt Jenny shift in her seat. He watched her get out of her chair and walk quickly to the back of the bar. He got up and followed behind her. When he reached her, he noticed the tears in her eyes too. He needed to know what was making her cry because that was the only way he could fix what was wrong. He laid a hand on her shoulder to allow her to know he was with her. "Jen…"
The only person that she didn't want to see her like this was standing behind her. She was not ready to explain what was going on to him right now. She wiped her eyes and prepared to delay the conversation she knew he wanted to have. "I'm alright Jethro."
"No you're not alright. You're crying."
She turned back and looked him right in the eyes. "I'm fine." She saw that he was not buying it. "I really am honey." She took his hand in hers. "I'm ready to head back to the table. Later tonight when we get home, I'll explain everything. I just have to ask that you not ask any more questions until then."
"Ok. Let's head back to the team before they kill each other." They walked back to the table and the first thing he noticed was that the young lady that was singing was sitting at the table with the team. He noticed that the team was listening to her talk, mouths hanging wide with amazement. "What's going on?"
Abby was the first to speak up. "This girl is like a mind reader silver fox. She was able to tell us our names in like only seconds after meeting us."
"It's not mind reading Abby. It's simple observations and using prior knowledge of all of you to reach my conclusions. McGee is easy. While he has been with the team for a while he still has problem of being the probie member. He tries to show his seniority by dressing older. He also is intelligent. A graduate of MIT and accomplished author. This is easily seen in the fact that he was told to dress relaxed and comfortable and he chose to wear a sport coat and tie."
Tony interrupted. "A nice way of saying you are dressed like a nerd, McGeekey."
"Tony, you are the senior member of the team. You try to lead the team but just aren't sure of yourself. You look for guidance and praise from Gibbs. That is why you look at him some of the time before speaking or doing anything. You come from money and fancy yourself a ladies man. That is why even dressed down; you look like you have stepped out of a fashion magazine showcasing the latest in comfort wear. I also know this because you have trained your eye to stare at every woman in the bar that is showing the least bit of cleavage and give them the lady killer smile. This includes the director."
Tony could almost feel Gibbs eyes staring a hole through him. "Sorry boss. Won't happen again."
"Ziva. Of course the nationality is a dead give away but even without that you show yourself. The way you sit shows that you are always on guard. That is the Mossad training. You dress in a way that is sexy, fun, but also dangerous. It allows you to fight if needed. You also are still trying to find your place in the group so you are kind of stand offish but still protective. Also another dead give away is the fact that other than Gibbs and the director, you are the only one who is carrying." Bella noticed the look she was given. "Gun is on your side hip and the small of your back. You are carrying a knife on the boot of your left ankle and left hip area."
Ziva nodded that she was correct with what she was carrying. "Very good."
"Next Ducky. Ahh… The Scottish Gentleman. The only person I know that would wear a bow tie and coat to a country and western bar. I also notice the way you are with the women of your group. Always making sure that their needs are met first before the men."
"Very good my dear."
Abby spoke up next. "I guess I was the easiest since I'm wearing all black."
"That did help with the Goth idea but actually it's your behavior that gives you away first Abby. Overly happy is displayed by the fact you are always smiling. You show your love for the team by bestowing hugs and making sure that each member is happy and having a good time. And you are always on the go and moving around, earning you the nickname Energizer Abby." She looked around to see who was left. "The last one is Jethro. The fearless leader. Everyone looks to you for what to do next. You are also protective of each member, shown by the place you sat. You sat at the place that gave you the best view of every team member and also every person in the bar. This allowed you to watch everyone and see the threat before it happened. One person on the team however has most of your attention and that is the director. You are very emotionally invested in her showing that your relationship is more than just employee/employer. The fact alone that you have given the death glare at any man who so much as looks at her shows that you care for her deeply."
Jethro was the first to speak up. "Very interesting how you know so much about all of us. Just tell me, how did you come about your information?"
Jenny spoke up. "I told her about all of you. Just a little bit about all of you. She reached her conclusions all on her own. You see she is a criminal and forensic psychologist. Really more of a profiler. She is with a very special group called the Behavioral Analyst Unit with the FBI. I would like to introduce all of you to FBI Special Agent Isabella Michelle Shepard." Jenny took in the look on each one of the team members face before she continued. "My daughter."
*hope to have next chapter up next week but no promises. Jenny will explain to Jethro all about Bella in it.