silvermoongurl01 - I do have plans for Tara. I think she had a lot of potential as a character that was wasted when they killed her off. You wont see her for a few chapters though. :)
Chapter Two
The male nurse was helping settle Dawn in a sitting position while everyone else was getting ready for take off. The director of NCIS had ordered all the survivors and bodies be brought back to DC, the bodies for autopsies and Dawn and Riley for more questioning while the team finishes investigating their involvement in the cult. Hence the big cargo plane they were settling in. Once Dawn was settled the nurse went to double check the emergency medical supplies to make sure they had everything they would need on the flight. Riley walked up to her with a smile. "Hey, you doing okay?" He asked sounding concerned.
Dawn just grinned and said, "Stop mother henning me Riley. I'm fine, I promise."
"Are you sure your up to the trip? We could try and see. . ."
"Riley! I'm fine! Really I'm not going to break into a thousand little Dawnie peices if we hit a little turbulence. Besides the doctor says the cuts are healling really well. So there is nothing to be worried about. well exept for the affect a very bored Dawn will have on your sanity." She finished with a grin.
"Oh, I think everyone will pull through all right." Gibbs said walking up with a spare blanket in his hand, "Here this is for you, it gets cold once we get up in the air." He said while handing Dawn the blanket.
"Thank you agent Gibbs."
"Yeah," came his rather gruff reply while turning to look over at Riley, "buckle up marine, we're about to take off."
"Yes sir."
Taking his own advise Gibbs turned around and made his way over to the wall were his agents were already buckled into the seats. Riley took one last look at Dawn before he turned and walked over to take his own seat.
Dawn gripped the sides of her medical bed in a white nuckle grip as the plan started to move. This was her first time flying, and despite her bravo she was nervous. Glancing at Riley she forced her hands off the bed rails and into her lap. She didn't want him to worry about her anymore than he already was, and if he looked over and saw her clutching the bed rail like her life depended on it he definitely would. Dawn had almost convinced herself everything was okay when she made the mistake of glancing out the window. As if by their own power her hands flew back to the bed rails with a death grip. If Dawn wasn't so busy clenching her eyes shut she might have glared at her traitorous hands.
After a five minutes in the air she started to relax. the tension in her back and neck started to ease, half an hour later she managed to pry her hands away from her bed. Ten minutes after that she was calm enough to pay attention to what was going on around her. Two of Gibbs agents were messing around poking each other and pulling hair, and the other one was complaining. He complained about the seats, they were to hard and uncomfortable. He complained about the flight, it was taking forever and why couldn't they have taken a jet? Then he complained about the dead bodies, why so we have to fly with them, they are creeps, the are going to give me nightmares. He might have gone on bur then
"Dinnozzo! If you don't shut up I'M going to give you nightmares!" Gibbs snapped with a glare at his senior agent.
"Sorry boss. Shutting up now."
Dawn who had completely calmed down at this point grinned while watching the team. She thought that Dinnozzo was funny. He reminded her of Xander. She leaned back still smiling thinking 'this isn't so bad after all'. That was the exact moment they hit some turbulence. Her hands flew back to the bed rails. This time she didn't let go untill they landed.
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An - ok, I know that military cargo planes don't have windows, but for this story they do.