Disclaimer: Don't own NCIS. Doubt I ever will . . . still, it's a thought, hmm . . .
A/N: Tiva4evaxxx, my debt is paid. I blackmailed her, saying I would not UD until the day after she did. She was quicker than I expected, so I had to write this pretty fast. I fully recommend her story 'Never take anything for granted'. If you read it, review, I know it will make her very happy.
A/N2: All mistakes are mine. I wrote this pretty late/early.
"Abby. Abby!" Tony exclaimed urgently. "What did she say? Abby?!"
Abby ignored him, asking Chloe,
What do you know about this?
I . . .
This could be really important.
I caught Dad using once, that's all. Do you think it has something to do with . . . to do with why . . .
Maybe
Abby spoke now, but continued to sign so Chloe would know what was going on.
"She said she caught her dad using once."
Although Abby was attempting to keep her in the loop, Chloe paid no attention, choosing instead to hold her sister.
"She say anything else?"
"He swore he'd stopped."
"Okay, is Gibbs back? I need to tell Gibbs –"
"Anthony," Ducky interrupted. "Where's the fire? Calm down and think. I'm back, with my guests, which means that Gibbs –"
He too, though, was interrupted.
"Whatcha got, Abs?"
"Gibbs! I'm not a magician. Though once in high school, I got this really cool magic set and –"
"Abs."
"I haven't even started processing my evidence yet. Tony's just freaking at the combination of being left out and learning that the Marine –"
"Was using drugs."
Abby pouted.
"I hate it when you do that."
Gibbs smirked and eyed the bag of powder that was still in her hand before turning in Chloe's direction.
"Miss Matthews, can I have a word?"
She continued to play with her sister.
"Uh, Gibbs . . ." said Abby.
"Yeah?"
She's deaf.
If he was surprised, he didn't show it. He walked over and tapped her shoulder.
Can I talk to you?
Go ahead.
How long have you known your father was using?
I found out about six months ago, but he promised he would stop. I kept an eye out, it looked like he had.
She stared Gibbs straight in the eye.
What should I have done?
Abby found skin cells in the cocaine, which she matched to both the Marine – Peter Matthews and Jonathan Harris, a local drug dealer. Gibbs, Tony and Ziva went to pick him up, leaving Abby and McGee to look after Chloe and Sally.
Gibbs paced behind the man – in his blind spot. Like so many men, he was too scared to turn around and face his interrogator. Jonathan Harris was strictly small-time. Gibbs could almost feel him beginning to break. He slammed a file onto the table and roughly took a seat.
"Peter Matthews."
"Never heard of him."
Jonathan Harris felt his voice break as he spoke, the last remnants of his bravado faltering. The agent, Agent Gibbs, opened the file and turned it. A man in military dress stared up at him.
"What about him?"
"N-n-never seen him," he stammered.
He began to sweat. Agent Gibbs had a powerful presence that seemed to force the oxygen out of the room and squash whatever else was in it. He forced himself to take deep breaths. It made Jonathan Harris nervous to feel so inferior.
"You might want to reconsider that," the agent snarled.
Jonathan tried, and failed, to stop himself from flinching.
Tony and Ziva watched from Observation.
"Not long now . . ." Tony began a countdown under his breath.
"Tony, didn't Gibbs tell you to go relieve McGee from child-sitting?" Ziva asked smugly.
"Babysitting."
"They are not babies,"
"Child-minding."
"Who cares?!"
Tony looked troubled, before declaring breezily,
"McUncle can handle it."
"He's not their uncle."
"Who cares? His family, his responsibility."
"Ah, but it's your funeral."
McGee and Chloe sat over separate laptops, instant messaging instead of speaking.
So to implant a Trojan . . .
Chloe, I am not going to teach you hacking!
I'll figure it out anyway.
McGee rolled his eyes. Then he panicked.
I can hear an aerosol.
Chloe moved as if to go in search of Sally and her new best friend, Abby the gothic lab rat, but sat down again.
I definitely don't want to know.
Tony strode in, forced out of Observation by Ziva, laughed aloud at the sight in front of him and couldn't resist making a jibe at McGee.
What did he say?
McGee grimaced but relayed,
The McGeek is training an apprentice.
Hmm . . . From the smell of nail varnish, I fear the Goth is too. I'm gong to look for my little sister. Tell DiNozzo that one day technophobes will become extinct.
With this she walked away. McGee was wondering whether to pass on her message when he heard a shriek. He ran with Tony to see Chloe facing Abby, and beside Abby, Sally, her fair hair now black, and fingernails to match.
Will that wash out?!
Relax; it's only spray on.
Chloe let out a sigh of relief, followed by a snort of laughter.
I suppose there are worse role models.
Thanks . . . I think
Gibbs came up behind them.
"Gibbs! Why are you here?" Abby exclaimed in surprise. "Not that I don't want you here, just I don't have anything. Except a cute little mini-me."
Looking at Sally, he raised a slightly amused eyebrow, causing the child to blush and run behind Abby.
"Peter Matthews was the perfect customer," Gibbs began. "Paid full amounts, in cash, on delivery. Never complained. All Jonathan Harris wanted was his continued business. He and his wife were not killed because of drugs."
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