Ok so when you see: '8D' That's your cue to start listening to "Here Come the Sun" by the Beatles! Enjoy! R&R!

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After spending several days with Tim, -whose condition was slowly getting much better- Abby received a strange call from an odd "hospital", requesting her help. Abby, with the knowledge that several lives were on the line, accepted, and agreed to meet one of the head scientist in the park (yes, the same park in which McGee was shot). The scientist told her about a very secretive program in which several young children were dying because their DNA was dissolving. The scientist described to Abby what the symptoms were, what happened when the stress level peaked, and that there was no definite cause, and no cure. That's where Abby came in. They wanted her to examine a child whose DNA stress level had already peaked, and help to find a cause and a cure. He, however, neglected to mention, that the most probable cause was because these children had been subject to- victims of genetic engineering.

Abby, of course, agreed. Although she was supposed to tell no one, Abby did let slip to Ducky, Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, and McGee, the nature of this project she was working on. Gibbs and Ducky were somewhat skeptical and suspicious of this project and said nothing.

It was a few days, maybe three, after the original phone call came, that the little girl was given, well, put into Abby's care. The little girl arrived to NCIS headquarters (as that was the only place Abby could really be found, other than the hospital with McGee) in stasis, a medically induced coma. The child was brought down to autopsy and put on an examination table that Ducky and Jimmy had set up especially for her, because Ducky insisted that the girl get a check-up to make sure she was as healthy as the scientist had claimed that she was.

Waking up in this strange room was certainly a surprise for the small child. It was nothing like laboratory she had lived in for all her life. Although, it was still grey, there were flashes of color. Blue, mostly. Blue was a normal thing for the little girl. It was a happy color; a symbol of freedom. If you saw those little blue lights emanating off of you, you were free.

The little girl yawned and stretched, waking up. "I feel funny. Not like I usually do when I wake up." She complained. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. This was nothing like the place she had been in before. This was different. The people were new, kinder, gentler, happier. "Where am I?" She asked.

"Hi, Hestia. You're in NCIS headquarters." Abby responded with a smile.

Hestia narrowed her eyes. This wasn't right. Was this a test, a drill of some sort? "What's going on? Is this a drill? Where are the other kids?" She asked, then flinched away a little bit, as if expecting someone to hit her.

"This is no drill, my friend." Ducky said, smiling.

Hestia looked around, skeptically. But then she caught sight of Ducky's blue shirt. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. "I really am in NCIS… aren't I…" She whispered. "I'm out… I'm free… free…"

"What did you say, my girl?" Ducky asked, not catching the last thing that she had said.

A wide smile appeared on the girl's face, and she jumped off of the table, running around the room, spinning in circles, dancing. "I'm free! I'm free! I can see the world! What time of day is it? Is it day or night? Will you show me what the sky looks like? And the moon and the sun and the stars? Xana said that the sun is the most amazing thing! It's bright, not like the lights, but I mean really, really bright! It's bright and warm… and it sets the sky on fire when it rises! It fills the whole world with color, she said! Can you imagine? Color?" She giggled, dancing around the room, searching for a window.

Ducky and Abby both looked at each other, stunned. Ducky gently grabbed Hestia's arm and looked at her in her big, grey eyes. "Are you saying, that you have never seen the sky before?" Ducky asked, quietly.

Hestia shook her head, sadly. "No one there has. 'Cept for Xana, 'cause she's the only who ever got away! But now I'm free too!" She squealed, happily.

"When was the last time you left that hospital?" Abby asked.

Hestia looked up at her with big grey eyes, full of confusion. "What are you talking about? I've never left before. No one has. Except for Xana. She got away when she was a baby. They had to catch her. And bring her back. And they did. It made her sad. She missed her family. I fell real envious 'cause I never had a family. But she got away, again. I hope she finds her family. I really, really do." She sighed.

Ducky looked at Abby. "Get Gibbs. He'll want to hear about this." Abby nodded and ran out of the room while Ducky continued the check up. When he first listened to her heart beat, he was caught off guard. "My, your heart is beating fast. Are you nervous?" He asked.

Hestia shook her head. Then she put two fingers on the side of her neck and listened. "It feels normal to me."

Ducky did a few more tests when Gibbs, Tony and Ziva walked in. Ziva had a large red carnation in her hair, and when Hestia saw it, she screamed and hid behind a corner. The other people in the room jumped surprised to hear her shriek.

"Wh-what it that?" Hestia asked in a shaky voice, pointing at the carnation in Ziva's hair.

"What? My carnation?" Ziva asked, confused, taking off her flower.

Hestia shook her head. "No! On the carnation! Look!" She shriek.

"The petals? The stem?" Ducky guessed.

Hestia shook her head in exasperation. She then pointed to Tony's red tie. "Look! It's on his tie, too! Don't you see it? What it that?" She asked, slowly coming out from behind the corner.

All were silent for a long, long time. Finally Gibbs spoke up. He took the carnation from Ziva and held it in his hands. "…Red?" He asked, cautiously.

Hestia's eyes widened, and she ran forward and snatched the flower, staring at it for a so long. "Red? This is red? Red! I like red! It's so… pretty! It's warm… and happy… but sort of angry at the same time." She gasped.

All stopped and looked from the little girl cradling the flower, to each other, then back to the little girl. "You've… You've never seen red before?" Tony asked.

"Nope! But I like it! It makes me happy." She smiled.

"Have you seen any color before?" Ziva asked, bewildered.

Hestia nodded, not taking her eyes off of the flower. "Yeah. I've seen blue and purple before, but that's it. When Xana came, she had a purple and red bracelet. But they took it away. They don't want us to be exposed to colors. They say it's distracting, and we're supposed to be sharpening our minds. But anyways, they took the bracelet away, but she had a tiny purple string from it, that she kept, so that she wouldn't forget. She showed it to all of us!" She beamed. "And of course I've seen blue! Blue is freedom. Blue is peace. My friend, Tobias went blue. It was sad, 'cause I'll miss him. But it was happy, 'cause now he's free! They say that there's color in heaven, and I hope there is, 'cause he would have really liked red." She said, sadly.

"Tony… Why don't you take Hestia upstairs and show her the other colors. Jethro and I need to talk." Ducky said.

8D

Tony nodded, and took Hestia's tiny hand. He, Ziva and Hestia went into the elevator and upstairs, to the bullpen. Hestia was so intently focused of Tony's tie, that she didn't look up. Tony stopped right in front of the big window.

"Hey, Hestia, look." He whispered. The little girl took her eyes off of the tie and looked up. Her eyes became so wide, that both Tony and Ziva thought that they were going to pop right out of her head.

"Wow…" She whispered, pressing her face against the glass. "What is that? It's so… so happy! It's so…warm! Is that…? Is that the sun"

Tony leaned down and put a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. That's the sun."

"The sun… the great good warmth of heaven. Clouds… That made all our happy days. Such a bountiful procession, when life… seemed unending…" She whispered. "That's from the Greek tragedy, Alcestis. I recite that line every night before I go to bed, trying to picture what the sun looks like… my dreams never came close." She was so happy, she wanted to cry.

She hugged Tony's arms, still staring outside. Her eyes followed the birds that flew past the window. She giggled, pointing out the animals and things that she found in the clouds. Every color she saw, every shade, she asked Tony what color it was. Tony looked back at Ziva. Their eyes met, and they blushed, smiling. Tony had to turn away, as Hestia tugged on his sleeve to ask another question.

Ziva watched them, smiling and laughing, the little girl had never been so happy in her life, seeing things they take for granted everyday. The little things, like color, and the wind blowing past the trees. She turned on her computer and pulled up iTunes. She turned her speakers up loud enough that the office could hear, but quiet enough to keep it peaceful. The gentle music filled the air and made everybody smile.

"Here comes the sun, do do do do.

Here comes the sun,

and I say, it's all right.

Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter.

Litter darling, it feels like years since it's been here.

Here comes the sun, do do do do.

Here comes the sun,

and I say, it's all right…"

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