Eleanor stood in the elevator, letting out deep breaths as silent as possible. It wasn't easy, but who was she to show fear within the first hour? She was surprised when he hit the down button, she didn't know where they were going, but she didn't dare ask. Instead, she chose a different conversation, about the peculiar gothic named Abby, which she assumed was short for Abagail.

"So she's the forensic scientist?" Eleanor investigated, mainly to get him speaking, and keep her breathing. However, she didn't get much of a response, just a grunt. "Where are we going now?" She questioned, she forced a smile. In a way, she looked like a way younger Jenny Shepard, mixed with himself, to make a pretty little flower. "Autopsy." He replied briefly, as the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, he was first to exit.

Jethro stalked off quickly, swiping away like he was running from her. "Duck gotta make it quick." He said, as he was obviously not in the right state of mind, he wasn't focusing on work. "Ah, Jethro." Donald beamed, and easily made out why his old friend was so unsettled at mind when Eleanor slowly walked in. "And a visitor, do come in." She wasn't scared of Autopsy, dead bodies not really, but surely there were needles and things inside, and perhaps another scary gothic?

Ducky whispered quietly in between the gray-haired male and himself, "She's very pretty Jethro, but may I was; Who is she?" Ducky could easily tell by her red hair, and eyes that there was a possibility of biological relations, however, he didn't believe he had heard of any family that Jethro had with red hair, at least alive anymore.

"Later Duck," Jethro said urgently, pushing the old man to get a move on to the body. Donald did get the message, and he knew that answers would come in time, so he nodded, and waddled off to stand by the autopsy table, his eyes darting between his old friend and the nice young lady who stood further back, studying from a distance.

"Well, our dear departed did die young at mind and heart. I sent some wood samples up to Abagail from her boots, and something that I believe is dirt from under her fingernails. Still, a professional blow to the head, and she was most likely alive when it happened and aware. However, I am sure you've come from Abagail's lab, so you have all your answers." Ducky started up, he rambled on the information, however, because today was urgent apparently more urgent than most days, no story came, and he still couldn't keep his eyes from occasionally glancing towards the young red-head.

"That all?" Gibbs asked, his voice light with disappointment. "Not unless you'd like a story?" Ducky joked, knowing how much Gibbs didn't enjoy his stories on days like this, rushed. Gibbs grunted and walked off, as Duck started to hum.

Eleanor waved by quickly to the elder male, that she never made an introduction with. She could only hope that the next place they were going wouldn't be so swift. She was trying not to pry some answers out of him, - Gibbs. She catechized him, though, only before he wasn't answering her. Were they related, was it a coincidence, no her mom didn't believe in those, or at least her mom told her she didn't. Everything happened for a reason. However, this male seemed nothing like the short stories about her father, nor nothing she dreamt of.

They stepped back into the elevator, that arrived immediately after he pressed the button. Up. She didn't like the feeling of elevator's when they went upwards, is made her head hurt, and dizzy. She didn't want to ask again, where they were going, so instead, she kept her mouth shut, and just waited.

When the door's pulled open, she followed him off the elevator and to her surprise, they were back in the bullpen. He rushed off again, giving her little time to look around. She had to speed walk, to run after him. He went exactly back to the same place, where the other agents she had briefly talked to earlier.

"Oh boss, your back-" DiNozzo said, hanging up the phone the minute the male walked into the little area. He stood up, grabbing the file off his desk. Bishop had her earbuds in, nodding off to a song and whispering the lyrics under her breath, - one that Eleanor could notice, - as she fiercely attacked the keys on her keyboard. The scrawny agent that was there earlier had disappeared, however.

Eleanor was confused, was this his "people" or something? The younger chocolate haired male did just call him boss. That sounded so cool, actually. Eleanor always prayed that when she was older, that she'd be a boss. Her mom was, and she knew how much she was like her mom. It was the only person she was able to take after, even if she wasn't around much.

"Yeah, DiNozzo," Gibbs grumbled, walking over to his desk. Eleanor kind of leaned up against Bishop's wall, looking over to peek at what the female was typing up so viciously. An email, to a Jake Malloy? She leaned back, her attention snapping back to the conversation that Gibbs was having with the DiNozzo, - which she assumed was his last name.

Bishop was very aware of the youngling behind her, she really didn't care to turn around and snap at her, though, she was already doing a fairly good job at snapping at Jake in an email, the only way they could contact while he was overseas, he was still pleading to come back, and for her to forgive her, but she would just not accept that. Hell, she was getting close to four thousand words, and she had to scroll just to get to the top of the page.

It was only two short minutes before bishop slapped repeatedly on the send button, and DiNozzo mouthed to Gibbs, 'Jake.' Who only nodded, he understood how she feeling, frustrated. He knew this after he waited for divorce papers from Rebecca Chase, his third ex-wife, second not counting Shannon.

Bishop slammed the laptop and forced herself to get off her desk. She left her laptop there and walked around her desk. "I need to go to the shooting range." She stated, though obviously not going to budge out of her chair that she had collapsed into. How much she wished for the day to be done with, so she could run off home, and hide in her room writing reports, kind of like how Tim wrote stories. "Oo, I could print out Jake's face for you- In fact, let's get a whole cardboard cut out." Tony offered because honestly, he wanted to do the same. He wouldn't admit it, but he cared about Bishop. She was like a little sister, but she had enough little brothers.

The air was cut life a knife with the words that followed from the young red heads knife, "Divorces are always fun." Eleanor stated this in a sarcastic tone, she had her arms crossed, as she stood on her tip toes so she could seem taller. "Who are you?" Bishop questioned, standing up from her chair. It was odd, a child running around, where did she even come from? "Bishop meet Eleanor," Gibbs stated, not even bothering to include Tony. He was going through his emails quickly, he hadn't even jumped onto busting the killer yet.

Eleanor swung around the small wall and stood in front of her desk. She squinted a little, taking in the other's features, as they studied each other like they were going to some kind of war already. "Eleanor." Bishop inquired, sticking her hand out, in which Eleanor took her's and repeated the same. "Eleanor." She replied, and Tony was in shock. It sounded like they were fighting, or speaking in some kind of code. "Ellie," Bishop responded, not breaking eye contact with the redhead child. "Noir," Eleanor replied, with a warm smile. They both busted out laughing a minute later as if the funniest thing in the world had just happened. It left both Gibbs and Tony a little shocked and left to question it.

"Well- Eleanor you have a very nice taste," Bishop replied, with a warming smile. She took a liking to the child immediately. She was funny, obviously had a style of dressing, and was very pretty. "Rosie, thanks." Eleanor corrected her, with a smile. "Rosie?" Bishop questioned, her eyebrows slanting inward and downward. "Eleanor Rose." She answered quickly, she okay to people not understanding it. She even had to correct people at school, but she was commonly known as Rosie and Noir. "Beautiful name, your parents have nice taste." Bishop was quick to judge, however, Rosie very used to it. There was a light frown there but was brushed off with a smile. "Parent, and now 'great' aunt." She stated, with sarcasm and enthusiasm when it came to saying, great aunt.

"DiNozzo call the LEO'S to pick up Mrs. Maze." Gibbs hissed out, before turning back to his computer screen. He was already emailing a BOLO out for her husband, and emailing Leon, since he didn't feel like calling, and he was half way across the god damn country. "Right boss, on it boss," Tony started quickly, running around his desk and typing poorly into his computer, and picking up his desk phone and typing in a number he had fairly remembered. "And find McGee." He hissed, only to receive a nod, but Bishop cut in. "He's with Delilah, just rushed out, there was an emergency," Bishop replied, while she was still talking with Rosie, asking questions that weren't really important, and exchanging compliments.

"DiNozzo wrap up the case," Gibbs stated, knowing they could handle the interrogation, and the case file was caught up. He quickly paraded off without much thought, but stopped in his tracks and called out. "Rose!" He hissed, and she quickly turned her attention towards him as he walked towards the elevator. "Gotta run!" She hissed, grabbing her back and practically running to squeeze through the sliding doors into the elevator, where she darted into the corner to hold on.

"She's nice," Eleanor stated as Tony stood beside her staring off at the elevator. "Who is she, though?" Tony asked as he began to ponder about the connection. "Eleanor Rose," Bishop stated, rolling her eyes as she had answered incorrectly. "No, how are they connected?" Tony asked, squinting off. She had red hair, pretty features, a little too young, though. They did have a physical resemblance, and it hit him. "No!" Tony hissed out loud, causing Bishop to turn in a hundred degree angle. "What if, what?" She asked eyebrow raised, and curious. "What if-" Tony started, and dropped down to a whisper. "What if they're related?" He mumbled quietly, begging for a head slap right about now. He wouldn't doubt it, but now he wanted to know if he was right, what if they were related.

The two agents gawked in shock at the theory, towards the elevator, in the direction the two had left in. What if their theory was right? What if they were related? What if they were a father and daughter.

They are.

End of Chapitre Trois.

Hey, thanks for reading this far! Sorry, would've updated sooner, but had some bad things happen over the weekend. Hope you guy's enjoyed! I'll try and update my Saturday. (Just need someone to come pester me about doing so.) Thank you all so much for the support too!