Chapter 3
Previously: Chloe followed the gesture, and I'm sure she nearly fainted.
"What are you doing her," she asked faintly. The rest of the team looked at her, and then at us.
"Who are they Chloe," Gibbs asked.
"It's them."
(Chloe's Pov.)
NO NO NO NO! They couldn't be here! I was just getting used to my life here, and now they were back, and it was going to mess up everything I've been working so hard to get. Vance, I needed to tell Vance.
"Vance," I croaked. When they gave me confused looks, I finished, "Director Vance needs to know."
Gibbs nodded, and gave them the look (a cold hearted glare that would make anyone flinch), and motioned them to follow. They were still looking at me, but I couldn't look at them. It was physically painful, like there was a weight on my chest, just waiting to crush me. Even moving was hard, like they had broken every bone in my body and left me there to heal out of place.
I was the first one out of the squad room. I heard Tony say that he'd tell Ducky, and Tim say he'd tell Abby, but I could care less. They would find out some time. I practically ran up the stairs. Gibbs wasn't having a hard time keeping up, but the others were.
I was quick to ask to see Director Vance, and was granted access before they even came in through the door. I swung the door open, but then stopped, not knowing what to say. Should I just tell him, or should I wait until after he asked me what's wrong? I wasn't sure.
"Chloe," he said, a bit confused. "What's the matter?"
I was about to tell him when Gibbs and the others came in. Vance sniffed the air a bit, bringing in Derek's sent, knowing at once what the matter was.
"I see," he mused. "Gibb's would you give us a moment?"
"I think it would be best if I stayed here Director," Gibbs said coldly. "I'm betting Chloe's feeling a bit overwhelmed, and I could help explain, if that's okay with you."
Vance thought about it, and nodded. "Sounds okay to me. We'll," he clapped his hands together. "Shall we get started?"
We sat at the round oval table in the middle of the room, me and Gibbs on one side, Derek, Simon, and Tori on the other, and Vance at the head. I still wouldn't look at them, and I could feel Simon's and Tori's eyes on me. I was betting Derek's were on Vance, knowing there was something different with this guy.
"So," Vance said first. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Leon Vance, Director of NCIS. This is Special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and you all know Chloe already."
Simon raised his hand. "I have a question. Before the other agents, Tony, Ziva, and Tim said that Chloe is a special agent, and that she's Leroy's daughter. But that's not possible. We know who her father is, and that's not him."
"First off," Vance said. "Call Leroy Gibbs. Everyone knows him as Gibbs around here. Second off, you're right. Gibbs is not Chloe's dad. That's just a cover. For protection reasons."
"What kind of reasons?" Derek growled. I really hated it when he does that.
"Reason's like her real father is still looking for her, and that the Edison group would find her much easier if we called her Chloe Saunders."
Tori gasped. "You know about the Edison group?" she asked, then turned to me. "You told them?"
"Yes," I spoke for the first time. But that was all they were going to get from me.
Derek started to get angry, standing up, probably to yell at me, but Vance started to talk. "And we already knew. Or at least I did."
"What's that supposed to mean," Derek sneered.
"It means that I was once part of the Edison group, and that I knew about all of you even before you did."
"You were part of the Edison group?" Simon asked.
"Yes, Simon, I was. And I also knew your father. We were good friends."
"Soooo," Tori drawled. "What are you? Vampire, sorcerer…"
"Werewolf," he answered. Derek just started at him, probably thinking about how he missed that.
"But how is that possible," he asked. "I can't sm-."
"Smell me? That's because I had a witch put a spell on me, making it impossible for other werewolves to smell me."
"Cool," Simon said.
"So what all happened," Tori asked. "How did Chloe become a special agent?"
Vance and Gibbs explained my comings, and how I became Chloe Gibbs. I didn't say anything, still a bit light headed by them being here.
"Okay," Derek said after they were done. "Now I want to hear Chloe explain. She hasn't said anything. I want to hear her tell the story. She seems to have all the answers, but isn't too keen on sharing them." He was somewhat glaring at me.
Simon hit his arm. "Calm down Bro," he said. "She's probably shocked."
I somewhat snapped, seeing how they just left, and now they were back, and trying to play nice.
"You don't have to protect me from him, Simon," I snapped. "If I could take his crap before, I can take it now. And I don't have all the answers." I looked at Gibbs. "Can I go down now? I just can't stay here."
He knew what I meant, looking at Vance who nodded. He waved me out with his head, and I quickly got up, and left. The looks one Simon, Tori, and Derek's faces were priceless. They were shocked, and hurt all at the same time.
Just like I was when
they left me.
I walked down to autopsy, starting to slow down. Miss. Talbot was down there, and I was about to find out how she was killed.
I entered, and saw Ducky examining the outside of the body. My stomach flipped, but I went in anyway.
Ducky heard me come in, looking up from the body.
"Chloe," he said. "I thought Gibbs would stall longer than that."
I shook my head. "He probably would have, but there was a bit of a— problem."
"Is it them?"
I ran a hand through my hair, sighing. "Yeah."
"It must be hard on you. I once had a friend…" he stopped. "I'm guessing you just want to get to work."
"You'd be right." I sighed again. "Well. Let's find out what she knows."
