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Summary: Kelly Gibbs is very much alive, but she has miles of baggage she is carrying, and the ever present danger nipping at her heels.

Pairings: Evelyn(Kelly)/Lucas North

Gibbs/?

Tony/Ziva

Abby/McGee

Warnings: Mentions of Torture, PTSD, Violence, Language, and Sexual Situation and brief mention of drug use

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CHAPTER THREE

'Like Oil and Water'

Her head ached, and throbbed. She pressed the palms of her hands against her eyeballs, and heaved a long deep sigh. The sleep had been impossible. Nightmares had plagued her from dusk till dawn and she had gotten no rest. She stumbled through the boxes that she had yet to unpack, she made her way to the kitchen. The kitchen was huge and bright with three large windows, and the glass doors that opened out to the patio. The stainless steel appliances and marble counter tops that had excited her days ago, now made her wince as the sunlight beamed off of them.

She reached up to the dark colored cabinets, and opened several of them until she found where she had store her medicine. Taking the bottle of aspirin, she pried open the top and popped two straight into her mouth. She swallowed thickly, before releasing a long breath and closed her eyes tightly. She remembered the color of red, splattering across the cars interior in violent spray and driver's head snapping to the right before he slumped in the seat. She remembered the scream of terror her mother let out, her arms reaching out and holding her baby tight as the car spun out of control. The next few moments flash by in a sequence of events too fast, the glass shattering, their bodies slung about like ragdolls, and the screech of metal sliding across pavement. Then…then it all came to a sudden and abrupt halt.

She slammed her hands down onto the counter to jolt herself back into reality. What is wrong with me? She thought as she took a deep breath, and tunneled her fingers through her hair. It was like she couldn't help, but think of death anymore. Their deaths. Her mother's death. Her own death. Evelyn brushed the fallen strands of hair out her face with a huff. She was simply not in the mood to deal with, not today of all days. A bitter chuckle ripped through her lips, and she wondered if perhaps that's why. Perhaps knowing that he was going to be there brought it all back. She ran her hands up her collarbone and wrapped them around her neck gently. She massaged the back of her neck, trying to elevate the tension in her muscles, and let out another sigh. "Stop," she told herself, firmly. "Just don't think about it. Just stop thinking about it. It is that easy."

What an unhelpful lie that was.

There was a heavy vibration in the air, an incessant whirr of electricity. Most people knew light only by sight, but Evelyn was sensitive that she could hear the electricity buzzing through lights-particularly fluorescent lights. It was a sharp insect like buzzing that grated on ever last nerve, and usually gave her a migraine. She did not hear any of that in the house, she had chosen certain kind low output lights to avoid that. So it was just a feeling of intense annoyance that reminded her so much of that. Her mind raced as she stood there, rooted to the spot. It had been a long time since Evelyn awoke in that hospital with no idea who she was, or where she was. By the time she remembered at the age nineteen, she had already been recruited into Cathedral and well, it just seemed like she would never get the chance to see her father.

Even with her oaths that she would not delve into the past, she couldn't help, but to think about it. What would he say if she told the truth? Would he welcome her back? Would he get angry, and not believe her? Her mind flashed back to when she split coffee on him, and she felt her stomach twist violently. He had changed a great deal. His hair had become silver losing all its color, and his face had lines that weren't there before. Lines of grief and loss etched into his face, and his eyes were cold. She jolted when the annoying shrill alarm on her phone pierced the silence of the house.

Jabbing her hand into her pocket, she pulled it out and looked at the time as she hit the dismiss button. The red numbers shining at her made her blink, and blink again. "Ah, hell," she groaned in disgust and turned on heel, rushing through the house. Six-thirty, the stupid time said. If she didn't hurry up, she was going to be late. "Damn it, damn it, damn it," she muttered as she sprang up the stairs in a hurry. Today was going to be a hell of a day. Emphasis on the hell part, she was more than a little certain.


Darrin West made his way up the aisle of the pharmacy, and his hands were shaking, and his eyes flickered everywhere. His old army uniform was wrinkled and torn as if had worn it for days upon days. His gaze was distance as dark memories surfaced from the back of his mind. Dry, deserted, silent. No sign of life. Then suddenly flames, and bullet fire. Dead bodies littered the ground, and a symbol…a horrifying symbol. The bright, sterile lights of pharmacy brought him back to the present with a harsh shudder.

"Sir?" The pharmacist asked, giving him a worried frown as he approached the counter. "Sir, are you okay?" she asked him, lightly.

"Darrin West," he breathed out.

The pharmacist opened her mouth, before she closed it and typed the name into the computer. She hit the enter button, and frowns heavily at the computer screen. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't have anything…" She gave him a sympathetic smile.

Panic shot through him, and he shook his head. "No, no, no. I have refill left," he stated, firmly. This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening.

The pharmacist rechecked. "No, I'm sorry," she shook her head.

"This isn't…this isn't good," Darrin shook his head side to side, and he reached up, clutching his skull between his hands. "Make it stop…you have to make it stop…"

A stock boy started over, when he noticed the commotion. "Sir, please calm down," the stock boy stated, his hands help upward in a peaceful gesture.

Darrin's eyes locked onto the box cutter in his hand, and suddenly-close. Messy. A man. Military man. Shiny blade. Violent struggle. Blood is EVERYWHERE! Darrin gulped in air, greedily and the stock boy touched his shoulder. The blade was right in Darrin's face, and he snapped. Darrin in a blur of movement grabbed the stock boy's knife, and plunged straight into his neck. The stock boy dropped down to the ground dead.

"AHHH!" The pharmacist screamed, in horror.

The other customers backed away as a pool of blood covered the floor,and only one brave man rushed forward trying to put Darrin into a choke hold. Darrin screamed in rage and panic, twisting the blade and stabbed the man in the gut. He threw the man off of him, and looked around at all the horrified face, his free coming up to grasp his throbbing temple then he turned, running as fast as his feet could carry him out of the grocery store.


"Does it hurt?"

The squad room was as usual bustling with energy, and chatter. Abby was trailing after McGee who was having a bit of trouble adjusting to his crutches. "Only when I think about it…" McGee grimaced, as he determinedly tried to sit down at his desk with no help. It didn't work, in the end Abby had to help him into the seat. "Which is all the time," he groused, looking down at his leg with a glower.

McGee reached for the tin can of cookies that Abby had set on his desk, and she slapped his hand. "Ouch!" McGee complained.

"Those are for Gibbs," Abby sniffed, delicately.

"Getting shot doesn't warrant a cookie?" McGee asked, with a slight pout.

"Not when you got shot for being stupid," Abby eyed him with disdain, still more than a little angry with him for chasing after the last weeks bad guy without back up. The only one that had been more infuriated than her was Gibbs. "You're just lucky you go shot."

"I'm lucky to have gotten shot?" McGee arched a brow.

"Yep," Abby smirked. "If you hadn't, Gibbs would have made your life a living hell. With the gun wound, he'll settle for just making it a nightmare."

"You words are always such a comfort, Abby," McGee said, dryly. He didn't deny her assumption though. She was probably right. He could just see it now. Mountain stacks upon mountain stacks of paper work that no one else wanted to do. Tony's paperwork, Ziva's paperwork, Gibbs's paperwork…he shuddered, fearfully.

"Aren't they?" Abby said, with a sparkling smile.

"Excuse me?" A calm and gentle voice interrupted their banter, and Abby turned to face a young red woman. She was dressed in black slacks, and a deep blue long sleeve shirt. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, out of her face. She had a pair of blue eyes that were studying both Abby and McGee with an unnerving intent. "Hi," the woman said, with a fleeting smile.

"Hi?" Abby asked, more than stated.

"Can we help you?" McGee asked, more helpful than the goth.

"Um, well, I'm not entirely sure," the woman said, with a tiny self-deprecating laugh as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I was told by the Director to wait here for…well, she didn't exact tell me who to wait on," she said, with no small amount of exasperation in her voice. She stood there twisting her hand together nervously then gave a dry chuckle. "God, I am so sorry. Where are my manners at all? Evelyn Matthews, it's a pleasure to meet y'all," she said, with a half smile. She held out her hand, and Abby shook it.

"Abby Scuito, and this is McGee," Abby introduced them.

"Tim," McGee interjected, quickly. "You can call me Tim."

"Real smooth there, Tim," Abby rolled her eyes while Tim flushed ever so slightly.

"Ah…" Evelyn shifted on the balls of her feet, a bit of her nervousness and anxiousness that she couldn't quite hide. Her blue eyes flickered across the pair. The man, McGee, she noted was a writer judging by the callously upon his finger tips. The ink smudges indicated an older typewriter instead of a computer. Her eyes pulled towards the goth, Abby. She was dressed in a lab coat, which meant forensics not field agent. Underneath the lab abot was a black and purple plaid skirt paired with a t-shirt that had the cover of Android Lust's latest album art on it. Evelyn could say that she instantly liked her, which didn't often happen. "Right. It's a pleasure to meet you both, but I should probably find the Director and find out what's going on-" She began when a voice from behind her interrupted her.

"Tight sweater!" Tony cried out. "We meet again. How about that?" He said as he came to a halt beside her with a charming smile upon his lips.

"Yeah," Evelyn drawled out as she turned to face him. "How about that?"

He shifted a tad closer to her, and Evelyn took a half a step back. "So how are you enjoying NCIS so far?" He asked, his grin broadened.

"Oh, yeah. It's wonderful. The stuff dreams are made of," she replied, dryly.

"Oh, the Maltese Falcon. That's a classic," Tony sighed, wistfully. "Samuel Spade is interviewed by the beautiful Miss Wonderly, who wishes to hire him to find her runaway sister. Sam's partner, Miles Archer, agrees to be present when Wonderly-you have no idea what I am talking about, do you?"

"No, not exactly," Evelyn shook her head.

"Not everyone is a movie fanatic like you, Tony," Ziva chuckled, wryly.

"No one appreciates the classics these days," Tony sighed, looking so put out that Evelyn almost laughed.

"Hey, now! I do, too, appreciate classic movies," Evie stated, with a mock scowl on her face. It wasn't often that she found someone she could fall so easily into banter with. Or anyone she had to try to banter with in a long time. She decided then and there, she would endeavor to be friends with Tony DiNozzo.

"Oh? Really?" Tony arched a skeptical brow.

"Yes, really. She Done Him Wrong, White Heat and Citizen Kane are some of my particular favorites," Evie listed off, watching as Tony's face fell. He looked stunned, then a genuine smile appeared on his face.

"I think I just fell in love with you," Tony stated, a hand placed upon his heart. Abby sniggered, and McGee snorted lightly while Ziva rolled her eyes before going to her desk. Tony ignored them all, and smiled at Evelyn. "Evelyn Matthews-"

"Our new agent," Gibbs walked into the room, with a coffee in hand and his eyes instantly zoomed on his newest headache. She was slight thing, standing only a few inches over five foot with bright red hair and she twisted to face him. He found himself staring into a youthful face, and for a moment he was struck. He wasn't exactly sure why he was taken aback, but if he had to guess it was the pair of blue eyes that drilled into him without remorse. He saw the briefest flicker of surprise, and a little bit of pain then her face was carefully polite. Suspicion instantly boiled in his gut, and his eyes narrowed as he looked over her with a keener gaze.

"Our new agent?" Ziva asked, her voice light and her brows furrowed in confusion. Her dark gaze was on Evelyn, trying to determine whether the red head was a friend or not.

"Yep," Gibbs said, the word popping on the last syllable. He took a sip of his coffee, the much needed caffeine like a jolt to his system and he felt much more in his element once more. "Everyone meet our newest team member," he said it with a dry tone of voice. Judging by his tight expression, he was far from pleased by this new development.

Evelyn felt the weight of his stare, his gaze assessing and judging. For the briefest of moment, she had thought he had recognize her. Her heart leapt into her throat, and several words that she had been prepared promptly vanished before they could fall from her mouth. She found herself staring at him, with slightly widened eyes. It was much like the encounter on the stairs where she was completely thrown, by the fact that she was standing before him and the power of the emotions that rendered her speechless. "New agent?" Her voice sounded faint to her own ears.

"Clearly the Director forgot to tell you some things," Gibbs stated, sardonically. His smirk was forced, and his eyes were not welcoming in the slightest.

"Clearly," Evelyn repeated, with a small nod. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, and she didn't break his stare, no matter how intimidating she found it. Her toes curled painfully in her shoes as she forced herself not to shift nervously underneath his piercing stare. The longer she stared at him, the more difference she could see between him and the way she remembered him. There was a hardness in his eyes, and lines that could only have been created from loss. A pang of guilt pierced through her and she wondered how much of that was put there because of her mother's death. And hers, too. Couldn't forget that for all intents and purposes, she was dead to her father. Evelyn stared at him, and him at her as if they were two opponents in battle waiting to see which one would strike first.

"He is going in for the stare down," Tony whispered, loudly.

"How long do you think she'll last?" Abby asked, her greenish hazel eyes wide.

"Ten seconds," Ziva stated, bluntly.

"Oh, harsh, Zee-va," Tony smirked, emphasizing her name. "I would have at least given the probie fifteen. Hey, Timmy, you aren't the probie anymore!"

"It's Tim," McGee sighed, heavily and slight roll of his eyes. It was apparent that he endured this teasing often, and had become apathetic. Well, mostly apathetic. "She isn't even blinking," he added, a tone admiration in his voice.

Gibbs snorted, but there was no amusement there. Evelyn's eyebrows rose just a hair, more bemused by the comments then really amused. Uncrossing her arms off her chest, she gave a heavy sigh. "Look, I get that you aren't happy…about this arrangement. I'm not exactly thrilled about it either," she stated, honestly. Honesty was after all the best policy…at least, up to a point. "But I will respect you, if you respect me."

"Respect is earned, not given," Gibbs shot back, firmly.

"And I give as good as I get," Evelyn shot back. "I don't do the power games, and I certainly don't put up with them. Especially not for three months, so you can't stop with the attempt at intimidation. It will get you nowhere."

Gibbs felt a reluctant spark of admiration surge through him, there weren't many with the nerve to not cringe underneath his stare let only talk back to him. "We'll see about that," he stated, and walked around her. "DiNozzo, what do you got?" He asked, turning to his senior field agent.

The clear dismissal hurt a lot more than she thought it would, but she shook the feeling off as best she could. He didn't know who she was, she reasoned with herself. He owed her nothing, because to him she was nothing more than a newbie agent who clearly wasn't wanted or needed on his team. She pressed her lips into a thin line and fought to keep her chin high and her expression aloof.

Abby decided to have pity on Evelyn. It was clear that she was nervous, and anyone who could stand up to Gibbs without batting an eye earned some points in her eyes. "Gibbs is always like that," Abby assured her, with a slight smile. "Especially to new agents."

"Oh, good. For a second I thought might have thought it was personal," said Evelyn, an edge of sarcasm to her words as she watched Tony give Gibbs a report. Her brows furrowed and she looked over at Abby questioningly. "What's a probie?" Evie asked.

"Newbie," Abby explained.

"Ah," Evelyn still felt confused. Probie sounded like it had more to do with alien encounters than having to do with being new at something. "Right. That makes…sense," she said, uncertainly. "So…looks like we'll be working together," Evelyn said, struggling to get back control of the situation somehow. It felt as the universe was laughing at her, spitefully. It felt like the only reasonable explanation right now as she stared at her father's back. A sense of helplessness washed over her because there was honestly nothing she could do. If she even tried to quit or ask to be transferred, it would bring up so many questions.

But can I handle looking into my father's face everyday and know that he only sees a stranger? Emotions swelled in her throat, threatening to choke her and her fingernails bit into the palms of her hands. That plummeting feeling hit her again, like she had just taken a nose drive off a cliff and there was no clear end in sight.

"Looks like!" Abby smiled, brightly. "So…do you bowl?"

"Bowl? As in bowling?" Evie looked confused.

"Yep," Abby said. "So do you?"

Evelyn opened her mouth to reply when the sound of doors slamming silenced her. Everyone in the squad room looked at turned to see the Director storm out of her office. Jenny eyes darted around the squad room before they landed on a familiar head of silver hair. "There you are. You need to get your gear," the Director stated, shortly as she briskly walked down the stairs. Her face was blanched of all color save for the make up she wore, and her eyes were serious. When Gibbs turned towards her, a silent question in his eyes, she gave a deep sigh. "Turn on the news," she said, her expression troubled.

"That's never good," Tony said, sitting up his chair. Ziva stood up straight, and her arms folded over her chest while Timothy frowned. Abby shifted on her heels back and forth nervously. Evelyn stood there, a bemused expression on her face.

"Which?" Gibbs asked.

"It doesn't matter," Jenny stated, and that only made the growing tension in the room intense. Gibbs reached over, and turned on the screen that hung right above Ziva's desk. Instantly the picture flared to life and the picture of a pharmacy appeared on the screen.

"…just after eight this morning, twenty one year old Darrin West, a lifelong resident of the DC area, assaulted customers at this pharmacy right behind me." A reporter stood in front of the pharmacy, holding up her hood with one hand to fend off the blistering rain while she held the mic in the other hand. The screen briefly flickered to a blown up security photo of Darrin West, and Evelyn immediately fixated on the army uniform he was wearing. "Eye witnesses saw him walking East on Main Street minutes afterward, where he once again lashed out attacking people in the street. He left five people injured in total, and two deceased. He hasn't been seen since then. He was wearing a worn army uniform, and if seen, the police ask civilians not to approach. He is to be considered armed and very, very dangerous."

"Oh…my God…" Evelyn stared in shock.

"Hell," Gibbs breathed out, running a hand down the back of his neck. It was already going to be hell of day, now it was going to be ten times worse. "Tony, Ziva get your gear. McGee I want to know everything about Darrin West. I want to know where he lived, who he is involved, I want the name of his first childhood pet and I want to know it yesterday," he ordered, and he turned to the Director, his face set into a blank mask. "Local authorities going to be any trouble?"

"They have been told to give NCIS there full cooperation," Jenny stated, quietly.

"Good," he gave a sharp nod. Tony, and headed towards the elevator and he glanced over at Evleyn who stood there uncertain. "You are coming, too, Matthews," he barked, and she jumped ever so slightly. She looked at him with surprise then a bit wary before she turned and made her way to the elevator. Gibbs looked at Jenny, who arched a brow at him. "You better hope your gut instinct was right about her," he warned, darkly.

Jenny smirked. "I know it is," she retorted. "Here. Your new agent is going to need this," Jenny handed over Evelyn Matthew's new badge, and gun.

Gibbs gave Jenny one last look, before taking the weapon and badge and headed out to the squad room without looking back.


"It's a great house. Very quiet, very private. It has an oversized backyard. That's a big plus. The whole house has been newly renovated. There are upgrades all over the place. Stainless appliances, air-purification system. Total move-in condition. It's full furnished, and all appliances are included," Miss Daisy smiled, broadly as she showcased off the house.

"Ah, that is quite nice," the man's voice came from the other room. His footfalls echoed through the house as he moved about. "I think that you have sold me on this place, Miss Daisy."

Ah, what an accent. Miss Daisy cheeks pinked ever so slightly, because the accent complimented the handsome blue eyes man quite nicely. If only she was a few years younger. "I'll have the realtor bring down the paperwork," she smiled brightly, and turned on heel to go make the call before she turned around. "Oh, I may have forgotten to have a neighbor, in the other house. Lovely girl, Evelyn is her name. That won't be a problem will it Mr. North?"

Lucas North rounded the corner, his blue eyes looking around the living space before he turned towards Miss Daisy. "That won't be a problem for me at all," he said, with a charming smile on his lips. "Just tell me where to sign."


END OF CHAPTER!

Next Chapter: The case heats up, while tension grows meanwhile Fornell tells what Lucas what exactly he is supposed to do.

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