First things first. I would like to apologize for this taking so long. I had to finish a different story first and by the time I was done I found that I had lost this story. I spent hours upon hours trying to figure out what the next chapter would be only to find myself really frusterated and wanting to delete this altogether. Instead, I've decided to just start over. Haha!
I do not know where this story will go so please watch up here for WARNINGS . This will be very important as time goes on.
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"What do you think, McGee?" Tony turned to me after Gibbs went down to see Ducky.
"What?" I questioned looking between him and my computer screen.
Tony rolled his eyes before looking over at Ziva. It was then that I realized that I had missed an entire conversation. Sometimes it felt that I was always missing at least part of everything that happened on this team.
"The new guy?" Tony spoke pointing at Ziva, "What was his name?"
"Dmitri Kozlov," Ziva supplied.
"Dmitri Kozlov. Does he have a Russian accent? That's a Russian name right?"
"Yes, Dmitri is a Russian name, but I did no hear a Russian accent. It is possible. He is very soft spoken. It s easy to hide when you do not talk loudly."
Tony nodded his head in agreement. He knew how easy it was to hide in plain sight. He also knew that some people were just shy. At least I hoped he remmeber what I was like when we first met.
"You think he's a good guy?" I asked turning fully to her.
"I am not sure yet," Ziva answered honestly, "I do believe he deserves to be given a chance."
There was something in the womans voice that told me that she was thinking about Abby. She already had seen just how upset the woman was by what was happening and it seemed like she wasn't happy.
Ziva was the first person that had met Dmitri. Given it was a very brief meeting. At least I thought it was. She was the one that had delievered the evidence from the scene down to the man.
From the way she was talking something about the man had gotten to her. She had to have seen something in him that she wanted everyone else to see before they heard things from Abby.
I wasn't sure why she did it or how bad it would be this time, but I was positive that some rumor about the new man would surface soon. Sadly I knew this happen before though I didn't actually have proof of it.
"What do you have?" Gibbs barked walking into the bullpen.
Instantly all three of us were up ready to tell our Boss everything we knew so far. Before long he sent Tony and Ziva to talk to the friend of the victim. Then he turned to me waiting for me to figure out what he wanted.
"Go down to Ab..." I started only to freeze, "I mean, go down to Dmitri?"
A strange look came to Gibbs eyes when I said the mans name. Normally he was better at controlling his expressions. There was something about this Dmitri Kozlov that was getting to the man.
I opened my mouth to question the older man, but instead I turned around and went to the elevator. On a good day Gibbs would pat my shoulder and tell me nothing. On a bad day he'd glare and say nothing.
Right now I didn't want to find out what kind of day it was. Sighing I pressed the button down to the forensic labs. That was an odd thought. Espeically knowing it wasn't Abby's lab I was going to.
I couldn't help wondering how anyone that knew Abby thought this was a good idea. Possessive was a ncie thing to call her. Soon everyone that didn't know that would. It wasn't going to end well.
In truth the only people that I was worried about were Gibbs and Dmitri. Something told me that the two men were going to be the ones to get the brunt of whatever attack was going to come.
The doors suddenly opened leading me to the hallway. Sighing I walked out of the elevator and slowly started towards the new lab. Though somehow I doubted taking my time walking would actually put this off.
Taking a deep breath I turned into the doorway adn came to a stop. The new forensic scientist stood over a pile of papers on the table his head bouncing to a beat that only he could hear.
"Hello?" I knocked on the door.
The noise must have startled the man because he practically jumped out of his skin causing the papers to be knocked over. Moving quickly I kneeled down to help him clean up the mess.
"Sorry, a soft voice spoke, "I'm a klutz."
"It's alright," I smiled, "I've done this more than my fair share."
The man smiled gently and stood up. As I stood up I let my eyes roam over him trying to take in all the details I could. I wasn't sure how long the new co-worker would be here, but while he was I wanted him to feel welcomed. By some at least.
He wore a suit. Which at a new job wasn't all that strange. He did look and move around like he was comfortable though. So it was mostly likely that the man just liked wearing three-piece suits.
Purple rimmed glasses were perched in front of brown eyes. It was odd, but they actually matched the suit he was wearing. For a moment I wondered if he actually needed to wear them to see or not.
"I'm Tim McGee," I offered.
"Dmitri Kozlov," he smiled, "Do I... Do you have a name you like to be called?"
"McGee or Tim is fine. Do you?"
"You can't really nickname a Dmitri."
Smiling at the scientist humor I nodded my head in agreement. An awkward silence fell over us causing me to squirm slightly. I hadn't actually felt truly awkward in the place I worked in a long time.
"Gibbs sent me to see if you had anything on the case," I spoke after the silence went for too long.
"Right," Dmitri nodded turning towards the computer only to run into a chair.
Reaching out I tried to grab hold of the man, but he landed face first on to the floor. Worry flooded me when he laid there silently for a moment. Then he rolled on to his back his face bright red but otherwise fine.
"A klutz you say?" I questioned trying not to sound too amused.
"A walking bruise," Dmitri cleared his throat.
Shaking my head I reached down to help the older man up only to have his face redden once more. It took me a second to realize that he was blushing again. I was the reason someone was blushing!
So it was possible for the situation to get odder. No one had ever blushed because of me. Yes, I knew I had grown more confident over the years, but there was no way he was reacting this way to someone like me.
Shaking the thoughts from my head I helped the younger man up fully. Once the man was up he stood there staring up at me for a moment. He was shorter than me. Probably 5'10" at most.
I had to admit the blush was absolutely beautiful on the younger man. No, I couldn't let my mind go down that road. Gibbs had a rule for this very thing and based off my relationship with Abby there was a very valid reason.
Still the man was beautiful adn exactly the type that I always found myself attracted to. Not that I ever really did anything about it. Alright, I have had a few one night stands and spent time in a handful of clubs, but never had a full relationship.
Then there was the fact that soemthing was obviously going on between him and Gibbs. I doubted that the two of them had been in a relationship. Not that my Boss wasn't attractive, but he was straight.
Speaking of straight I didn't even know if Dmitri liked men or women or both. Hell, he could like neither for all I knew. For as big as my brain was it always moved too quickly and in the wrong direction.
"I was going over the crime scene photos and I noticed something weird," Dmitri motioned for me to look at the computer screen.
Taking a step forward I moved until I was right behind him. I could practically feel the heat coming off of him. Though the thing that truly got me was how he smelt. It was like sandlewood and vanilla. An odd scent for a man according to my sister.
"What do you see?" Dmitri questioned slipping into his element.
"It looks like a crime scene," I shook my head.
"You don't think it looks a little...clean?"
Looking at the photos onc emore I nodded my head finally seeing what he saw. That motion brought a smile to the younger mans lips and I was truly pleased about that. He had a beautiful smile.
"I'll admit I haven't seen a crime scene out of text books and television," Dmitri licked his lips, "But all the things I know point to this being staged. You should ask the M.E. though. He'll tell you if I'm right about that blood splatter."
Nodding my head I turned to the table and the papers he'd been working on earlier. Tony had taken them from the scene earlier. They looked like regular office paperwork, but better safe than sorry.
Dmitri moved to the other side of the table and pushed a notebook my way. Looking at everything he'd read through I nodded my head thinking that the notes showed exactly what was there.
"I wanted to see if there was anything important, but so far nothing is jumping out," Dmitri shrugged, "I was hoping to find somethign more to tell you."
"I'll tell Gibbs," I nodded, "Do you have the teams numbers?"
"I have Gibbs."
Smiling I flipped the notebook to a new page and wrote the teams desk and cell phone numbers down. Then I decided to do something that I might regret. I gave him my home number as well.
"There you go," I pushed the notebook back to him, "I gave you my home number as well. If you ever need anything, a person to talk to or a ride, call me. I'll be happy to help."
The blush came back to Dmitri's cheeks as he nodded his head. Smiling down at him I turned away and made my way out of the lab. It wasn't until I was in the elevator that everything hit me.
I had basically been flirting with Dmitri. It wasn't that I didn't think he and I could have anything real together. I actually did. I just knew that it would be a bad idea. A extremely bad idea.