A/N: This story is just a random idea I had. If you don't like it, that's fine. I don't expect anyone to like this.
Gibbs rushed into the office, looking angry. His daughter, trailing close behind him. He tossed a small cell phone to McGee. "I want you to go through the numbers that sent text messages to that phone and trace them."
"Sure thing boss. Just give me one second..." McGee began.
"Now McGee!" Gibbs ordered.
"Right Boss. I'm getting right on it." McGee replied, nervously.
Then he walked over to Ziva's desk. "Ziva, go with Charity to Abby's lab. I'll meet you down there later."
"Okay." Ziva said. "May I ask why?"
"Charity can fill you in." Gibbs answered and then continued walking to the director's office.
Gibbs stormed into the director's office. Vance looked up from the pile of paper work on his desk. "You really need to learn how to knock."
"I have a very important case." Gibbs replied.
"Oh really? I don't remember assigning you a case."
"It came to me. The daughter of a Marine is being threatened in order to get to her father."
"Who's daughter?"
"Mine."
Back with Tony and Mcgee...
"I wonder what's going on with Gibbs." Tony pondered.
"Obviously something ticked him off." McGee responded, furiosly working on the trace of the numbers on the cell phone.
"It has to have something to do with his daughter." Tony said, thinking aloued. Then he stood and walked over to McGee's desk. "What text messages are on that phone?"
McGee picked the phone up and started looking through the messages. He found one sent by a blocked number. He opened it up and read the message. "Well, if this is Charity's phone somebody is threatening her."
Tony took the phone from McGee's hand and looked at the message. Before he could say anything, the phone at his desk began to ring. He ran over and answered it. "Hello...oh hey boss...yeah...alright...we'll be right there...okay...bye." Then he looked over at McGee. "We have to meet Gibbs in Abby's lab."
"Okay, hopefully I can finish the trace on this number there." McGee said.
Abby's Lab...
Ziva and Charity stepped off of the elevator. They walked into Abby's lab and found Abby dancing to music. Abby did a spin and met them face to face. "Oh hey guys. What's up?" She asked cheerfully.
"Gibbs gave me orders to bring Charity here." Ziva answered.
Worry instantly consumed Abby's features. "What's wrong?"
"That's just what I was about to ask." Ziva said and then turned to face Charity.
Charity took in a shakey breath. "Someone sent me a threatening text message and a threatening email."
Abby motioned to a computer behind her. "Pull up the email and I'll see what I can do."
Charity nodded and then did as Abby asked. Then she moved and let Abby work her magic. Ziva started to say something, but then was interrupted by DiNozzo and McGee walking in the door.
"Where's Gibbs?" Tony asked.
"He's not here." Ziva answered.
"Of course not. I don't have anything for him yet." Abby said, not looking from her computer screen.
"I need to borrow your other computer." McGee said, walking over to the second computer.
"Go ahead, McGee."
"Will someone tell me what's going on?" Tony asked.
"Someone is using my daughter to get to me." Gibbs said, coming out of nowhere as usual.
Tony jumped slightly.
"You find anything on that number yet, McGee?" Gibbs inquired.
"Not yet. I'm working on it."
"Well work faster McGee."
"I have something, but it's not any good." Abby said.
"What is it Abs?"
"The email came from a computer that is in the D.C. public library."
"And the text was sent from a burn phone." McGee said, finally able to finish the trace on the phone.
"Dammit." Gibbs said, slamming is fist down on the nearest table. He stood thinking for a minute. "Ziva, DiNozzo, take Charity to the west safe house. Don't leave her alone for a single second."
"Right Boss." Tony said, slightly more afraid of Gibbs than usual.
Gibbs walked over to Charity and pulled her into a tight hug. "I will find these bastards and they won't be able to hurt you or threaten you anymore. I will make sure of it."
"I know, Dad." She said returning his hug.
After a few more moments, Tony and Ziva escorted Charity to the car and drove her to the safe house. Charity sat in the back seat, looking outside at the scenary. "Do you live in D.C.?" Ziva asked, trying to make conversation.
"I live with, Dad." She answered, turning to face Ziva.
"A grown woman still living with her father..." Tony said pondering out loud.
Charity glared at him and then reached over and smacked him in the back of the head like her father does.
"She just Gibbs slapped me. Only Gibbs can Gibbs slap me." Tony said, looking stunned.
Ziva laughed. "Her last name is Gibbs. Therefore she is also Gibbs."
"Just in an adorable soft feminine package." Charity added with a small giggle.
"I'm not sure adorable is a word I would use to describe you." Tony said, slyly.
"True. You might use beautiful or hot or sexy." Charity said smiling.
"Wh...where would you get an idea like that?" Tony asked.
Charity placed a finger to her chin and grinned. "The way you fell over yourself trying to greet me when I came into the office earlier."
Tony opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't think of anything, so he closed his mouth. He opened and then closed his mouth a few more times.
Ziva laughed. "I like you, Charity. You did the impossible. You made Tony speechless."
Charity laughed. "Thank you. I like you too."
"How can you be laughing when there is someone who is trying to hurt you to get to your father?" Tony asked.
"I know Dad won't let anything happen to me. He's always kept me safe." She answered honestly. "Besides, I may be look tiny and fragile, but I'm full of surprises and am incredibly hard to break."
"Really?" Ziva asked.
"I'm a complete klutz. I'm the biggest danger to myself. So, everyone else, no threat."
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.