Hello all - No I am not dead...
I haven't had a laptop as mine died, and I haven't had internet until the past week.
Am getting back into the swing of things, and chapter 5 should be uploaded in the next few days.
Again sorry for the delay.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with NCIS.
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McGee lost all sign of a smile as the door clicked shut behind Abby. He was confused. Why didn't his daughter want to see him? He didn't understand why she'd rather see his fiancé then him.
He noticed both Ziva and Tony give him a comforting smile and he dropped into one of the chairs that lined the hallway.
"I am sure Blair is fine McGee." Ziva tried and he shook his head.
"She doesn't even want to see me." He started and Ziva looked at Tony,
"Give her time, she'll come round. You know how much she loves you. She probably just doesn't want you to see her the way she is."
"Yeah…" He muttered, still not looking at them.
Abby collected her many thoughts and questions before moving any further then inside the door. At the sight of her soon to be step daughter, her heart broke. Despite the fact the teenager was turned away from her, curled on her side, she looked significantly skinnier. Her hair had been pulled back off her face in a ponytail, showing the paleness of her skin.
"Blair?" She whispered after a moment of staring at her.
She saw her shoulders move in a deep sigh, but she didn't turn over, just kept herself wrapped up in her own safety zone.
She walked over, the chains on her boots clinking, not really knowing what to expect.
Putting a hand on the girls shoulder, she instantly pulled back when Blair flinched.
"Sorry." Blair murmured. The first time Abby had heard her speak in 6 months, was her apologizing. It didn't seem right somehow. The way she sounded so broken, like her personality had been bent and twisted into something quiet and almost submissive.
"Hi Abby." She finally said, turning over to face her as Abby took a seat in the chair next to the bed.
"What happened Blair?" She asked, concerned.
"I fell down the stairs at work. Stupid eh?" She gave a light laugh, sitting up and looking down at her lap.
"Really? Where do you work now?"
"Oh just this wee place in town. The lift wasn't working, so we had to use the stairs." She lied, pulling a strand of hair back behind her ear.
"Then what are the hand shaped bruises on your arms?" She questioned quietly, wanting to know but not wanting to upset her.
"Nothing." She muttered, looking away.
"Blair. Please, Tim has been worried sick about you."
"Oh yeah. Congratulations by the way."
"Thanks. But don't you try change the subject!" She gave a smile, in which Blair returned.
"It's nothing, I swear."
Ziva glanced up and over at Tony from the magazine she was pretending to read. Who was she kidding though, since when did Ziva read about the surrounding gossip in Hollywood. It was definitely a first.
"She's been in there a while, hasn't she?" Tony asked her and she nodded,
"Yeah. I guess."
McGee looked up from the spot on the floor he had been staring at and frowned. "Where did that doctor go?"
Both Ziva and Tony looked around, but neither noticed the young man that had met them upon their arrival.
They did, however notice the young lady that walked up to them, heels clicking on the tiles. She had a black file in hand and had a middle aged couple walking along behind her.
"Can I help you?" Tim asked, standing from his seat in the corner and moving over.
"I got a call about a teenager needing a foster home asap."
"Blair Taylor?" He guessed and she nodded.
"Yeah. May I ask who you are?" She questioned and he pulled his badge out.
"NCIS Special Agent McGee."
"What do you guys want with her? She a Navy kid or something?"
"Nope. No. She's my kid."
"Oh I'm sorry, do I have the wrong case?"
"No, I didn't get custody over her after I found out I had her. She's yours, and now. I'm guessing she's this couples."
The young women nodded, looking away awkwardly. "I'm sorry, yes. Now, I have to go speak to Blair, before introducing her to the Jefferies." She finished with a nervous smile and stepped around the taller agent and before she made her way inside Blair's hospital room, she knocked quietly on the door before
entering.
Tim raised his eyebrows and gave a slight smile in greeting to the two people standing before him.
"You work with NCIS?" The man asked and he nodded,
"Yeah, I do."
"And you're Blair's father, yes?"
"Yep."
"Well we go to a church near the Navy base every Sunday. And perhaps we could bring Blair by afterwards."
"Thanks for the offer." Tim gave a polite smile and Ziva spoke up,
"Well I know I'd love to see her, so do bring her by." The wife smiled at Ziva.
"We'll try to. We've heard a small amount about Blair. We do hope she'll fit right in." She said, still smiling.
"I'm sure she will." Ziva replied, lacking any sense of telling the truth. The couple glanced at each other and moved over to two empty chairs, sitting down and talking between themselves.
Both Abby and Blair looked over to the door as it opened, and clicked shut again. Abby glanced back at Blair who was equally confused, a eyebrow raised curiously.
"Blair Taylor?" The women asked.
"Who are you?" Blair shot back, not offering anything regarding herself.
"Social services. I've got a foster family lined up for you outside."
Blair shot a worried look towards Abby, who grabbed a hold of her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"And you are?" The, still unnamed woman questioned Abby.
"Abby Sciuto."
"Can I speak with Blair alone?" She asked and then added a, "Please."
Abby looked at Blair who's eyes flickered away. "No thanks. I'll stay." At that, Blair's grip on her hand tightened.
The woman sighed, but sat down in the chair next to Abby and opened her folder, "Blair. Your new foster family is Mark and Viola Jefferies. They live about an hour away from where we are now and they have a lovely home."
"I don't want to go."
"I'm sorry Blair, but there's not any choice. I'll go get them now, they are very excited about meeting you, so please; be civil." She gave a sharp nod before standing and turning on her heel, exiting the room in a fast manner.
"Abby I don't want to go. I want to come home." She said; her voice breaking.
"I know, I know." Abby replied, moving, so she was sitting next to Blair on the bed, pulling her into a tight hug.
"It's not fair." She whispered and she sighed. "I'm sorry for running away."
"It's not your fault love." Abby murmured, rubbing her back comfortingly.
"I know I guess, I just want everything to be easy. I want to live a normal life and have a normal, happy family." She sniffed, holding back her tears.
Abby was about to reply when the door opened again and the three newcomers entered, the social worker shooting a dirty look at Abby.
"Hi, Blair. I'm Mark, and this is my wife Viola. We have had you discharged and we can go home as soon as you're ready." He said, smiling brightly.
Abby stood then, sensing the need for her to be out of the room. "I promise you Blair, it's not goodbye, okay?" She whispered, before going to move. When Blair grabbed her hand,
"Please don't go." She begged, her eyes watering, threatening to spill over any second.
"I'm sorry." She murmured back, pulling her hand away and hurrying out the door, right into McGee's arms. She sighed into his shoulder as he held her tightly; glad he hadn't lost her as well.
They all stood around, waiting for Blair to make her way out the door, hoping for one last glance at her before she was shipped off, into the arms of her new family.
She emerged finally and they saw her eyes dart over to where they stood. The social worker elbowed her and gave her a warning glance. And as she followed after the Jefferies, her eyes now cast downward, away from them and into her new life.
I know where I'm taking this now so writing should be easier :)
Hope you enjoyed and review please!
Willa xx
