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Sorry for not posting yesterday. Was stuck writing a History Essay. So had no time to write... Hopefully this chapter is alright! Had fun writing it anyway.
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Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own NCIS.
Blair woke as a bright burst of sunlight hit her closed eyes. Groaning, she let them flutter open, blinking at the harsh light. She pouted slightly as she saw Tim in the corner seemingly raising the blinds. She grinned slightly, "You mind?"
"Not at all." His reply was met by a pillow to the head. "Okay!" he held his hands up in surrender as she grabbed another pillow. "What time is it?" she asked.
"Just after nine." He smiled; "You want breakfast?" after getting her nod, he moved into his kitchen area and started making breakfast. She joined him shortly, watching him carefully. "Can I use your computer?" she asked looking over at where his computer was.
"Yeah, sure." He said. Jumping up off the stool she was sitting on, she felt a wave of blackness wash over her and sat back down. "You alright?" he asked, concerned.
"All good, just stood up too fast." At his worried look she sighed. "I'm a fainter." She laughed. "I'm anaemic."
"Iron deficiency?" She nodded.
"I have to take pills." She made a face.
"You brought them with you didn't you?"
"Relax... Tim. Of course I did." She leaned over, rummaging around in her bag for a moment before producing a small bottle of pills. "See?"
"Eat." He said, sliding a plate her way.
"Are you going into work today?" He shrugged.
"Kinda have to." Hurrying through her breakfast she stood, running into his bedroom she pulled on her pair of jeans. Running a hand through her hair, she left it out. Minutes later, she reappeared. "I'm ready" she grinned.
"Sure you don't want to just stay here?"
"Are you kidding?" She gave him a blank stare.
"It's just..."
"You don't want the whole of NCIS knowing about me?" She guessed.
"Fine, you can come. Just no wandering off, okay?"
"Jeez, I'm not five..."
"Can I trust you?"
"Nope." She burst out laughing at his face. "Yes, I'm not stupid..." he rolled his eyes before a thought crossed his mind. "That reminds me, how did you get up to our floor at NCIS?"
"What, without an escort? I didn't. He showed me to the elevator and told me what floor you were on."
"Does this 'escort' have a name?"
"Some guy called Gibbs. Had gray hair, I dunno."
"Oh..." he groaned.
"What? He isn't like your boss is he?"
"Exactly who he is."
"Opps." She giggled; He shook his head before grabbing his car keys. "Come on then" she gave a triumphed whoop. "I win!" rushing out the door she flew down the stairs and was leaning against his car waiting for him when he arrived.
Back at NCIS:
"Seriously, how many Blair's can there possibly be in Washington…" Tony grumbled, having no luck after searching her up on his computer.
"How many?" Ziva asked coming round to stand behind him.
"Over 50…"
"Well just narrow it down by the birth year."
"Can you do that?"
"I do not know."
"Don't know what?" Gibbs asked, sneaking up from behind them.|
"Nothing boss." Tony grinned. He came around and looked at Tony's screen.
"Who's Blair?"
"No one…" Ziva said before Tony could say anything.
"Well I wouldn't say McGee's daughter would be nothing." Tony spoke, despite Ziva's warning glare.
"He's got a kid?" Gibbs asked. "About 5'4, brown hair-"
"How'd you know?" Tony. Gibbs gave him a blank look.
"I brought her up here DiNozzo."
"Ahh I got something!" He said as a couple of results came up on the screen.
"Blair Adams or Blair Taylor." Ziva voiced. "Go with Taylor." She said giving Tony a nod.
"Born in 97' so she's what? 15?"
"Yeah but"
"Wow, mini McGee got charged for stealing earlier this year!"
"Bring it up on the big screen" Gibbs said walking towards the middle of their area.
"Done." Tony said as it appeared up on the big screen, and moved over to stand next to his boss.
"Oh my god. It's not what you think. I promise." They heard a female voice say and all turned to see McGee staring at the screen then looking back to Blair who had paled. "How'd you find that?" She asked. "We're detectives. It's kinda what we do." Tony smirked.
"Not funny." McGee finally spoke. "Blair?"
"I told you, it's not what it looks like!"
"Is it ever?"
"I promise. It wasn't my idea. My friend came up with the idea."
"And you went along with it?"
"Well yeah. You only live once..."
"So stealing's a way to live life to the fullest." She looked down. The other three agents watched, bemused by father and daughter already arguing. He frowned at her before grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards his desk. "Ow, do you mind?" She grumbled, Pulling her wrist away.
"What's your foster parents' number?" He asked, sitting down.
"Nothing." She mumbled.
"We can just look it up." He said.
"Ugh fine. Why though? What are you going to say?" She looked slightly nervous.
"I'm just going to tell them you're safe. I mean running away from home, really?"
"They won't care."
"I'm sure they do."
"Really...?"
"Yes."
"Well they don't." She paused. "If they do, they obviously don't know how to show it." He looked at her questioningly "The number?" he asked again, softly this time. After remaining silent he quietly typed something into his computer and got their number. She sighed. "Can you get that off?" She muttered at Tony, who pressed a button, looking at her cautiously, turning the screen to black. She completely ignored the fact Tim was now talking to her foster parents until he called her over, holding the phone out to her. "They seem generally worried; they want to speak to you." She snatched the phone out of his hand. "What?" she huffed into the phone. After a moment of listening she slammed the phone back down, blinking back angry tears. "You can't make me go back there." She pleaded. He shook his head. "They want you back Blair. They have legal custody. I can't do much about it. At the moment anyway."
"No. Please." She paled, looking down at the ground she wiped at her cheek angrily.
"Blair, I'm sorry." He paused. "They're driving to NCIS now."
"I. Can't. Go. Back. There."
"I promise it won't be for long, I have to sort a few things out first.
"You can't send me back there. Please." She stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. She turned to the other three, giving them a pleading look. Then sensing that none of them, including Tim were going to do anything she pulled up her shirt slightly, revealing purple coloured bruising. Then she pushed up her sleeves, and they saw the marks that showed she'd been grabbed, roughly. Tim pretended not to notice the few scars on her wrist and looked away, thoughts flicking through his head. She walked up so she was standing right in front of Tim. "Please, Tim. Please. I can't go back there." She whispered.
"I'm sorry. I'll get you out of there, I promise." He murmured, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Promise?" She said, looking up at him.
"I promise." He replied.
"Thank you. I guess." Eyes glistening with new tears, she hugged him again, pressing her face into his shoulder. "Hey, hey..." he soothed, rubbing her back slightly. "It's all going to be okay."
"That's what everyone always says..."
"Trust me, okay?"
"I can't trust anyone." She muttered. "Everyone I've ever trusted has let me down eventually."
"I promise I won't."
Sorry for the bad ending -.-
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