Here's the second chapter, I really do hope its okay.
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Chapter Two
It was if the night had disappeared into a blur of a dream. DiNozzo had sprawled himself out on the sofa opposite to Heidi. Yes, he had just met her, but he did want to keep her safe. Plus the fact that he got a few extra hours sleep was a pretty good bonus, especially since he had been kept awake by nightmares in his own house. His arms stretched out above his head as he awoke, glancing over at the sleeping Heidi. Now in daylight, he found a glimpse of familiarization in her features. Though it quickly left him, his thoughts going back to the nights events.
With a few minutes flying by, Tony felt a sharp pain to the back of the head. His eyes staring up. "Boss!"
"Tony! Wake up." Gibbs spoke, he had expected the special agent DiNozzo to stay awake to keep an eye on Heidi. "You were suppose to keep an eye on her" He told the younger agent, rolling his eyes. "Go home Tony, get some rest."
"Boss. I wasn't sleeping, I swear!" He rubbed at his eyes to get a clearer look on Gibbs, giving a nervous smile. "She's fine, boss, still sleeping."
Gibbs sighed, for a few seconds he stared down Tony. He walked towards the conference table, throwing some NCIS official clothes over at the agent, "Get washed and put them on, we have work to do."
"What about the girl?" He asked. Though the look on Gibb's face told him everything, "I'll send Palmer up or Probie" He answered, taking the new clothes and leaving the room. Gibbs turned to Heidi, taken Tony's blanket and putting across her shoulders.
Heidi gave a sort of side smile as she cuddled the hem of the blanket. "Thanks, he snores." She joked.
"I know." Gibbs let out a few chuckled sounds, "I'll send someone up to look after you, if Tony hasn't already done so." With that Gibbs had left the room.
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"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!" Abby came through the hallway, a jump in her little run. She wore a black dress with a white collar and the signature high boots. Her hair was up in two pigtails, that swung as she got Gibb's attention.
"Yes, Abby? Got something?"
"Of course I have, though I couldn't wait for you to turn up downstairs." She excitedly spoke, handing a piece of paper. "The bullet."
"What about it?" Gibbs asked with his eyebrows raised towards her, his foot tapping impatiently.
"Its the same bullet that killed our Petty Officer." She grinned widely. "Tony's friend must of been near the Petty Officer when she was shot."
"Or she was the one being fired at?" Gibbs frowned. His pace of walking quickened as he made his way to the squad room, with Abby.
"Yes, well, or that.. But why?" Abby asked as she skipped-walked next to him. The answer she got was a simple shrug. "Yeah, we need to find that out." She answered for him.
When they made it to the squad room, Abby had broken off and made her own way down to the lab. Already, Tony was sat in the blue NCIS jumpsuit, talking into his phone. Ziva was sat, again, talking on her phone. The expectation to finish this case as fast as they could hung over the entire squad room.
"Probie!" Gibbs spoke up, causing the entire squad to jump ever so slightly. Enough so that Ziva had to finish her phone call and watch her boss.
"Yes boss?"
"Go upstairs and take care of Heidi." He ordered, but as Tim got up to leave, Gibbs put his hand up. "Wait. I still have news." He clapped his hands to get the attention of his squad. Gibbs waited till Tony,Ziva and Timothy had become quiet before clearing his throat. "Petty Officer Williams wasn't the target." He started.
"Boss?" Tim asked, not fully understanding what he had meant by it. "How do you know?"
"Heidi was. How do I know? Its a gut feeling." Gibbs told him, giving a shrug. "Work it out!" The team nodded with three 'Yes sir' or ,Right away' going towards Gibbs. Timothy took his coat from the back of his chair and made his way to the conference room.
"Thank you Doctor Mallard" Heidi whispered as he changed the dressing on her wound. She held a cup of tea in her hand, sipping it slowly. "This is probably one of the best cups of teas I've had in this country." She joked.
"Mmm, I know how to make them my dear girl." Ducky laughed, shutting his medical kit. "I'll change the dressing again later, but it looks to be healing well." Her brown eyes flickered towards the doorway as Timothy walked through. "This is Timothy." Ducky whispered, grabbing his things. "I'll leave you two."
"Timothy.." Heidi mused in a tune. She put the cup of tea down onto the side table and pulled her hair back, tieing it up into a loose ponytail. "Sorry that I look a mess, it isn't the same staying here then at a hotel."
"Its okay." Timothy smiled, sitting down on the chair next to the sofa. He gazed at her, not saying much. Well, he couldn't think of anything to say that didn't involve the case that they had in hand. The silence was okay for a while, but once thethirty minutes mark hit, it became awkward. Heidi had taken to trying to hum a tune. Any tune.
"Heidi?" Timothy spoke up, his voice raspy, she looked up at him with a smile. "Did you know Petty Officer Williams?" The question had been asked. A question that changed the personality of the room. It now felt as though the question wasn't meant to be asked, or answered. But both would be disobyed.
"I saw her. Last night. Well, I assume that's who you're talking about? She was out for a jog." She played with a bracelet on her wrist, her thumb stroking the back inscription. "I was running, I didn't really talk to her."
Timothy nodded. "You was running? Out for a jog too?" He asked as he reached over for a pad and pen, quickly jotting down what she had old him, just so that he wouldn't forget later on.
"A jog would be the safer option to say but no. I was meeting someone..a sort of friend." She took a deep breath, bringing her knees up to her chest. "He isn't a friend. I was working a job along side him..he didn't like the outcome." She gestured towards her wound. "What's wrong with your Petty Officer?"
"She's dead" At that her face fell, a wave of shock overcoming her.
"Dead?" She repeated. "Do you think the same person who shot me..killed her? Timothy simply nodded, the bullet had come from the same gun. "Ballistics confirmed that the same bullet that Dr Mallard pulled from the victim matched the one from your wound."
"You won't find him. The shooter. I only met him twice, and both times, he's found me." She whispered. "He's probably already out of the country.."
"What do you mean?"
Heidi stared at him, "He apparently has a private plane, its one of the things he would tell me about. Once I finshed his task, then we would fly away together." she explained with a weak voice, staring back down at her bracelet. Timothy finished writing in his notepad, putting it down onto the table.
"I'll tell Gibbs later, he may want to ask you more questions.." Tim moved to sit by her side, "AD and SM? The inscription?" He lightly traced the initials. "Who are they?"
"Parents. Samantha Moore and..my father's name. My mother gave me it, it was hers before." She laughed ever so slightly. "I don't even know my fathers name, do you know how many people have the same initials? Its actually quite an eye opener."
"Did you take your mothers name? Heidi Moore?" She simply nodded.
"I didn't know my father's last name.." Heidi sighed and leaned back on his shoulder. "The shooters name.. I don't know. Just his last name. Carson. He'd much rather I used his last name rather than any other name for some reason. I was asked to download files from.. from a friend.. who works in the Pentagon. But I couldn't." She had her eyes closed as she spoke, remembering the details and forgetting about where she was.
"Why couldn't you?" This time it was the old mans voice, a voice that associated with the name of Gibbs.
"I don't go against friends. I also didn't want to become an enemy of the United States. My father is from here, I rather stay on your good side." She told him, not budging when Timothy tried to stand up. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. Its all the information I know."
"How did he contact you?" Gibbs pushed, leaning against the table, his hand signaling for Timothy to stay sat down.
"He called me through public phones. For some reason he always knew when I was close to one." She grew agitated as she spoke, keeping her eyes shut. "I can't say anymore."
"I understand. We'll talk later. "
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It was nearing the end of the day. Most of the NCIS agents had gone home for the day. DiNozzo had offered to host Heidi in his house for a while, promising to Gibbs that he would keep her safe. Tony was finishing up some work, with Heidi waiting near the lift, talking to Gibbs.
"Look after her Tony.." Timothy spoke up as he signed some documents.
"Why does it matter to you, McGeek?" Tony chuckled, leaning back and putting his feet up onto his desk.
"It just does.. Tony, she has this bracelet on her wrist.. " Timothy told him, looking intrigued. Tony just raised his eyebrows, making a sound asking him to continue. "It has the initial of her parents on it. AD and SM. SM is Samantha Moore. "
"What about AD?" Tony asked, "Are you thinking she's mine?" He laughed and shook his head.
"Not yours DiNozzo.. Your fathers? Anthony DiNozzo Sr." That fell on silent mouths as Tony turned his head to look at Heidi. Well, she had a familiar face shape, one which he could clearly see now that Timothy had mentioned his father.
"Good night Probie Wan Kan-obi." He whispered slowly, grabbing his bag and making his way over to the elevator. His mind was rushing, maybe he would have to ask his father.. or maybe not. He didn't know what to do, plus it really wasn't any of his business. No, wait. It was. It could mean that she was his half sister. Now his mind wouldn't be able to rest come bedtime. He was sure that he was going to be up all night once more. Well, at least he could read some more old case files.
Once they had gotten back to DiNozzo's house, Tony had set up a makeshift bed in the living room. "Sorry about the blanket, I haven't had chance to rub the blood off yet.." He chuckled nervously, plumping up the pillows.
"Its fine, really. This is more than I expected. I thought as soon as I mentioned what he hired me to do, Gibbs would of just sent me away. He seems like that type of person."
"Gibbs? Nah, he doesn't like leaving the injured on their own. Plus, I believe he still has questions for you, he needs to keep you alive." Tony spoke, grabbing a NCIS long sweatshirt. "You can wear that, its comfy to sleep in. But only if you want."
"Way to make me feel like I'm actually cared for. " She rolled her eyes playfully. "I can't tell you or him much more. I have little knowledge in who hired me. Or the phone number." She tucked the sweatshirt underneath her arm, sitting down on her bed for the night.
"What do you do?" Tony asked as he sat in the living room seat.
"I'm a sort of hacker, a data hacker. Like, the sort of one they hired in the movie SwordFish.. however, not that good." She chuckled, "I want to change, could you leave? I'm quite tired over the days events." Tony nodded, come to think of it, he was too. Though his mind was still running a mile a minute.
"Night Heidi, sleep tight." He smiled and headed upstairs to his room, laying down onto the bed. Maybe she was related, but his father never told him about another kid, let alone an English girlfriend. It could of been a onenight stand, but he doubted it highly. Well, he guessed that the truth would come out someday. With that he closed his eyes.
Eeh, I hope you like it guys. This one took me a while to write up, as I was really preoccupied with other things and I do hope it doesn't show in the writing
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! Thank you!
