Hiya! Liking the story so far? Please, tell your friends, 'cause I don't think this story is doing as well as Father Knows Best, a McGee-centric fic, which is my newest story. Thanks bunches! ; 3
After McGee, Gibbs, Ziva, Tony, Ducky, Abby, Palmer, and Jenny had left the hospital, a man with dirty blonde hair and a baseball cap walked into the ward. "Hello, nurse. Which room is Claire Bailey Tucker in?" he asked in a quiet, polite tone. The nurse couldn't see his face as the hat was hiding it from view. Slight suspicions tugged slightly at her mind, but she ignored it and gave him the directions. The man nodded and followed her instructions. Upon reaching the empty room, he took off his hat, and spiteful brown eyes glared at the unconscious girl.
"Hello, my sweet," he purred, placing a hand on her brunette head of hair. "I was wondering what happened to you. Once I got wind of your location, I rushed off to see you. Aren't I the sweetest father?" He let out a maniacal laugh. "But, you know, it was my entire fault you were here in the first place." With a yank of her hair, he leaned in to place a kiss to her forehead. It was neither an abusive kiss nor a tender one. It was merely a promise of more to come. He smiled in satisfaction at Claire's whimper. "Next time, I will be responsible for both putting you in the hospital, and your grave, next to your bitch of a mother."
And with that, he shoved his hat on and stalked out, a smirk on his malicious face.
----NCIS----
The nurse from the front desk went to check on Claire. Her gut had refused to settle since the odd man came up to her. And when he left, the smirk on his face nearly made her want to call the police.
She bustled to Claire's room and saw the young girl twisting and turning as though she were in pain. Claire let out a loud moan, but Mary couldn't tell whether it was from pain or from something else. Mary hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"No, no!" Claire cried hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's coming! Please don't let him get me!" The fear in her voice made Mary's stomach churn, and she took a step forward. She slowly approached the writhing girl, hand extended to comfort Claire. But when Claire whimpered and let out a flinch as though someone had hit her, Mary hurriedly drew back her hand.
"Father!" Claire whimpered. "Stop it!"
Mary's muddy brown eyes widened. She'd heard stories that the girl's father was the one who'd put her in the hospital, and the people who were constantly with her were all special agents. How a little girl like her could get involved with the CIA or whatever was beyond Mary's comprehension. But for her father to beat her half to death and to rape her made Mary's blood boil. She couldn't possibly fathom the workings of a monster like him.
Claire shrieked.
Even after she was brought out of the drug-induced coma, the girl had never reacted like this before, Mary mused frantically. It was only until today… right after that man came to visit her. Perhaps he was her father! But she had no proof.
At the sound of a pitiful whimper, Mary turned to the girl. "Claire? Um, are you alright, sweetie?" She's asleep, you idiot! She can't hear you! Mary thought. Claire's groans got louder, and soon she was shrieking. Claire was screaming, unable to stay still. Loud beeping from the machines surrounding to the bed added to the erratic scene. Blaring sounds came from everywhere, and Mary panicked. She hurriedly pressed the emergency button, and soon, a flurry of doctors and nurses streamed in.
Claire kept on screaming in the throng of people. Just what is going on?! the woman thought frantically. Panicking, Mary backed up against the door and could feel her knees buckling. The last thing she heard before she went under was a nurse screaming, "She's crashing!"
----NCIS----
McGee sat up in his bed and groped around for his phone. His hand had managed to push over his alarm clock and his lamp before he remembered his iPhone was in his jacket pocket, hanging at the foot of the bed. Grunting, he searched around for the jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. McGee had reached a bit too far, so when he answered his phone, he fell flat on his face on the bed. He shifted his head slightly but made no move to get up.
Groaning, he murmured a sleepy, "Hello?"
"McGee!" came the gruff voice of his boss. Ugh. How Gibbs sounded so awake at—McGee glanced at his clock on the floor—three in the morning was unfathomable to him.
"Hey, Boss."
"We need you at LaMount."
"The hospital?"
McGee, even in his exhausted state, could practically hear Gibbs rolling his eyes. "No, the amusement park," he scoffed. "Yes, the hospital, McGee!"
"Why, Boss?"
"Just get down here!" Gibbs ordered brusquely. "I'll fill you in later."
McGee heaved a sigh and stifled a groan. "Yes, Boss."
Okay, I know it was short, but this seemed like a good place to cut off…. Keeps you reading! Now I did introduce you to Jason right? Cool, but just in case this is the first afterword you read of this story, Jason is my little green button friend down there and he's really hungry. Do ya know what he eats? REVIEWS!!!!!!!! I'll leave it at that.
