In My Own Little Chair

Hey, guys! Thanks for the wonderful reviews! I'm just working out some kinks right now in the plot... Thought I'd introduce you to a more case related chapter. I know that's what I promised and the past few haven't but this one is, I promise! Forgot to mention that Daigh is pronounced DEI last chapter, For this chapter: col ceathar means cousin, and buachaill means boy. Please Read and review guys! It makes my day, and I'm glad y'all are enjoying the story!

"Well, no, McGee, we're just going to let Daigh Moore stay here without meeting his guests, since it's obvious that he never met Catherine or Daniel last week."

"Alright, I'll go get him."

"And take DiNozzo with you."

"Ten-four, Boss," Tony said with a sigh. He knew this was punishment. He might as well get things over and done with concerning McGee. He knew the sooner he got his feelings out in the open, the sooner he could feel better.

…

"Are you sure it is wise to send DiNozzo with McGee, Gibbs? I mean Tony's not the most trustworthy person I know…," questioned Ziva

"I trust him to do the right thing, Ziva. If I didn't I wouldn't have sent the two together. Not to mention, something in my gut is telling me that McGee will need DiNozzo's help catching this Daigh Moore fella." replied Gibbs.

…

In the car, Tony was making some random movie quote while Tim was trying his best to focus on finding the hotel. "Tony, please stop with the movie reference and help me find The Liaison Capitol Hill. I think…"

"It's over there on the right, across the street, up the street from the bar." Tony responded, cutting Tim off.

"Thanks, Tony. Listen, I'm sorry about whatever Jethro put you up to tonight. He has been acting really weird lately and I don't seem to understand it. It's like there's someone else who likes me, but…"

"Uh, yeah, hey, did you just call Boss 'Jethro'?

"Yeah, Tony. I always call him that when I'm with him. He doesn't like me to call him 'Boss' when we're alone together. What did you expect me to call him?"

They were heading into the lobby of The Liaison. A young man was sitting behind the desk. He was in his early 20s with dirty blonde hair with a beard that was turning red; it was well kept and trimmed. He smiled at the two men as they walked in. McGee walked over and placed his elbow on the front desk. Tony stood in front of the young man, and practically laid down on the front desk, pushing McGee aside.

"Hey, there…" Tony looked at the nametag "…Jonathan, I'm Anthony DiNozzo. This is Tim McGee. NCIS; Naval–"

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service. I know. I've been doing a report for my police science class. I did my report on one of the underappreciated agencies in the country." He spoke with a slight southern drawl. He flashed a smile at Tony.

"Oh, so you know about us?" asked Tim

"I sure do, Agent McGee. I think that you all should make your presence known more because y'all are just too cool for words." He flashed Tim the same smile he had shown Tony.

"Are you flirting with us, Jonathan?" Tony asked.

"And if I were, it wouldn't be a crime. Besides, I'm a natural flirt; I flirt with everybody, A-gent Di-No-zzo." Jonathan responded. "Now, I have a question for the two of you: Why are you here? I don't have any DiNozzo or McGee scheduled for a reservation, so you must be here because of one of the guests that is staying here."

"You're smart, Jonathan. You're exactly right. We're here to see if a Daigh Moore checked in. We need to talk to him." Tim replied to the young man behind the desk, showing him a photo of the Irish national with a pronounced widow's peak amongst his brown hair. He had a scar that extended from the left nostril at a 45-degree angle, two missing teeth: the upper left canine and lower left lateral incisor.

"So, Jonathan, what would his room number be?" retorted Tony, trying to get the attention off McGee and back onto him.

"Well, A-gent Di-No-zzo, if you would have said please… He's in room 406. He arrived last Thursday and will be leaving tomorrow morning, Friday. Anything else I can get for y'all, suga? Maybe a room for y'all two?" Jonathan said with a devilish smile, making the two agents shift uncomfortably.

"No thanks, Jonathan. We're not seeing each other." Tony said as he followed McGee up the stairs, guns drawn, flashing a smile back to the young man behind the desk.

"Yet." Jonathan added as he saw the smile and the agents disappear behind the wall and door.

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In room 406, Daigh Moore was lying asleep on the king bed that was in his room.

He heard the knock on the door in his sleep, woke up instantly, and cocked the gun that was underneath the pillow. "Cé atá ann?"

"FEDERAL AGENTS, OPEN UP!" Tony said, knocking on the door.

"Alright, alright! I'm coming!" Daigh Moore opened the door to see Agents McGee and DiNozzo. "What do the Feds want from me?"

"Drop the gun, Moore!" McGee said in a harsh voice. "We don't want to hurt you, just ask you a couple of questions."

Moore, having more than one run-in with the law, knew that the best thing to do was to drop the gun. "Alright, I'm putting me gun on the floor." Daigh spoke in a heavy brogue. He put his hands in the air to show that he no longer had the gun and kicked it towards the two agents. "Anything else, buachaill?"

"What were you doing corresponding with Catherine Alswerth? And why were you planning on meeting her here in D.C.?" Tim asked cautiously.

"Well, buachaill, she's me cousin and I wanted to meet that bastard who took her from the family. I also heard that she had a little one and wanted to meet me family. Not to mention, I wanted to warn her that IRA has a price on her head before she set foot on Irish soil again. Since you don't see me as a threat, you mind if I put my hands down?" replied Daigh.

McGee looked at Tony and looked back at Moore. Tony was the one who responded. "Alright, but no sudden moments." A look of caution was thrown to his partner and then his full attention was back on Daigh.

"So, when did you come here, Daigh? May I see your passport?" Tim asked the Irish man, trying not to insult him with the questions. In response, Daigh got up of the bed slowly and put his bag on the bed in front of DiNozzo.

"I came to America on Tuesday. I checked in on Thursday, and waited for Catherine to call to meet me at some fancy restaurant that Daniel had made reservations."

"Do you remember the name of the restaurant?" Tim prodded.

"I think it was Ray's the Steaks at West River. It was a pretty fancy steakhouse." replied Daigh

"It's at East River." corrected Tony.

"By the way, I don't believe I caught your names, Agent…" inquired Daigh

"I'm Tony DiNozzo. He's Tim McGee. NCIS."

Daigh was sitting on the bed after DiNozzo had searched his bag and produced his passport. McGee found the passport not to be a fake, well as far as he could tell.

"Daigh Moore, I would like to ask you to come to NCIS with us. To ask you a few more questions. You are not under arrest, but we would appreciate it if you come with us." stated Tony.

"Of course, anything I can do help you find col ceathar Cáitlín."