Uncle Jethro introduced me to his team. The suave, handsome looking man ended up being Tony Dinozzo, and the other man was Tim Mcgee. Ziva David was the tough looking woman. Jethro had me sit at his desk while he talked to his team, but I think it was so he could explain the situation with me.
My uncle left, and told me to listen to his agents. It wasn't like I was a bad kid. I always listen to my elders, but I do like to wonder around. After sitting around listening to my ipod I remember I needed to check my blood sugar. I hated checking it in front of people, so I needed to think of a way to do it in private. That's when I got the idea.
"Where's the bathroom at?" I asked no one in particular.
"I will take you to them. Gibbs doesn't want you to be by yourself." Ziva told me.
The whole walk to the bathroom was an awkward silence. Once we reached the bathroom I went into a stall and locked the door. Ziva stood leaning against the sinks waiting on me. I reached in my bag and pulled out the things I needed to check my blood sugar. As I grabbed my pen to prick my finger, I realized I had a problem. I was right handed and, wonderful purple cast was on my right hand. The cast covered most of my lower arm and two of my fingers. There was no way I was going to be able to check it easily, I was going to have to ask for help. I could ask Jethro, but I didn't know when he would be back. Then there was Ziva, she seemed like something like this wouldn't bather her. She see's dead bodies all the time, so I don't think a little drop of blood would bother her like a lot of people.
I walked out of the stall cautious and nervously. The question kept replaying in my mind, and I had no idea why this was so difficult for me to ask.
"Riley are you all right, you look a little pale?" Ziva asked me.
"Ya, I am fine. Could you do me a small favor. You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable, cause I could always ask my uncle to help me."
"Sure. What do you need?"
"Well, I have diabetes. I am suppose to check my blood sugar, and it's kinda a little bit difficult with my cast on my dominant hand. Could you help me check? All you have to do is take my pen and prick my finger for me."
"Um, sure. Just explain everything to me. I do not want to hurt you or put you in any kind of pain what so ever."
I explained to her how the pen works, and how to get it to prick my finger. When she pressed to button on the pen, it made the horrible noise that takes awhile to get use to. I quickly squeezed my finger to get a better drop to place on the test strip. As I waited for the results to finish, I saw a different side of the tough agent. No longer did she look like a hardened person, now there was a softer side to her I saw. My thoughts were brought back to reality when my test results started beeping.
I looked at the numbers, and of course I was going to need an insulin shot. This meant Ziva was also going to now have to give me a shot.
"So, are you good?" Ziva asked me.
"Well, I kinda need an insulin shot. Could you give it to me? All you have to is inject it anywhere here around my stomach."
I told Ziva how to prepare the insulin. I lifted my shirt up a little to show my lower stomach for her to inject the insulin into. I noticed that she had the same look on her face from when she pricked my finger. It seem to me like she was waiting for me to flinch or have a tantrum, but was surprised when I didn't.
"Thanks so much Ziva. Is there anyway we could keep this between me and you? People seemed to treat me different when they find out about it."
"It was no problem Riley. Your secret is safe with me."
We started walking back to the bullpen. That's when Ziva decided to ask me a question I was waiting for.
"So how long have you known Gibbs, because he has not mention you before. At least not to me that is."
"Well him and me father were in the marines. I was born while they were in Dessert Storm."
"So you never got to meet Shannon or Kelly?"
"No. I wish I could have though. When he and my father came back Gibbs spent a lot of time with me my parents told me. That's part of why they made him my Godfather. The other part was because he such a reliable trustworthy person. He was my parents greatest friend." This was the first I really talked about my parents since I lost them. I had this horrible gnawing feeling in my stomach. Ziva could tell something was wrong. My facial expression must of gave it away. I had went from glowing happy smile and did a complete turn around. The tears in my eyes burned as I tried to hold them back. Luckily we arrived back to the bullpen just in time. Gibbs was standing there waiting. I could tell he was waiting for us to come back
"Grab your gear. We've got a case. I will meet you in the truck. Riley I am going to take you to stay with Abby." Gibbs informed us all.
"Who's Abby?"
"Abby is our forensics scientist. You'll like her, she is really fun." Mcgee told me.
I waited by Gibbs' desk, for him to take me to Abby. He was talking Ziva about something, I was hoping it wasn't about me. Gibbs an I took another ride in the elevator. When it started going down, he turned it off. I gave him a confused look. Why would turn off the elevator?
Next Chapter will have to do with what Gibbs wants to talk to her about, and her meeting Abby.