AN: I was bored, so before coming with my mom to her classrooom the other day I looked up the fanfiction 'My Immortal' and saw it had been erased because it was so bad.
Edit: Due to certain...comments from a reviewer, a part of my original author's note has been removed. I apologize for causing an inconvienence to anyone.
Not sure why I haven't been getting reviews lately...maybe because my chapters need to be longer or something? Or MAYBE its so awesome you people are speechless by its awesomeness! Not to brag or anything.
Disclaimer: I wonder if Bellisarius brags about his show...that I don't own! Darn it! Too bad I can't use the excuse that he's "goffick" or a "perp" or "depressed" or a"Satanist" because I know that obviously these aren't the reasons why he won't give me the rights to the show. Come on...just ONE DAY can I write an episode? PLEASE?
AN 2: Sorry if the beginning is written badly. I am not very good with Vance's character, which is why he rarely appears in my stories.
Leon Vance strode into the hospital, looking very purposeful, yet slightly anxious at the same time. He took the elevator, checking the note in his hand for the room number.
"Gibbs," Vance called once he had arrived. He looked up. "McGee and Dinozzo went home?" Gibbs nodded. "How is Ms. Sciuto?"
"She woke up awhile ago and barely recognized me."
"When do you suppose Ms. Sciuto will get well again? The replacement is driving me nuts right now. She is the complete opposite of who I'm used to dealing with." Gibbs had been expecting an answer like this. The hospital was always his least favorite place to be. From the white walls to the suffocating chemical smell, the place felt like a prison at times. Vance sat down next to Gibbs.
"You know we're going to have to look into this," the Director said.
"Ya think, Leon?" Gibbs replied. Vance decided to change the subject before things got too intense.
"In case you're wondering, the suspect will be brought in for questioning tomorrow morning." Suddenly, Gibbs straightened, straining his ears for some sound. Vance paused, wondering what was going on. A moment later he got his answer. From inside Abby's room there was a faint call. Gibbs got up and strode into the room. Vance followed him.
"Gibbs!" Abby's face lit up with a smile that brightened her feverish face a little. Then she noticed her other visitor. "What's the Director doing here?"
"Leon has a right to care about his agents too," Gibbs pointed out. This answer seemed to satisfy her, and a broader grin spread across her face.
"How you doing, Abs?" the silver haried man asked gently, approching her bedside.
"Like crap," she said. "But that's nothing new."
"Gibbs, I'll be needing to ask Ms. Sciuto a few questions," Vance said. A moment later the agent was gone.
"Wh-what do you want?" Abby asked uncertainly.
"Relax, I just want to know what happened to you in Florida." Abby visibly relaxed upon hearing this but some part of her still looked a little...off.
"Where did you go in Key West?" Gibbs had told him what he knew about Abby's little vacation last week.
"Well, the truth is...it wasn't exactly a vacation," she admitted. Her once lively green eyes now looked worried, exhausted, and swirled with pain.
"Then what was it?" Vance prompted, remaining professional as ever.
"My cousin needed me down there to examine something and he couldn't call anyone else on short notice, and you know what Gibbs is like about family."
"What were you examining?" Abby clamped her mouth shut, hesitating.
"I-well, it was something top secret, even I wasn't given all the details. I was just told to fix something and be on my merry way." It was clear she was unwilling to say anymore. Vance decided to end the questioning there.
"Alright, thank you, Ms. Sciuto. You were very coopertive." He got up from his position by her hospital bed and left the room. The second he was gone, Gibbs came back in. Abby sighed in relief.
"You want me to call the nurse now?" She nodded. Gibbs pressed the designated button and sat down next to the bed in an abandoned chair.
"I'll let you get some sleep-"
"No," Abby interrupted. "I'm not tired right now." But her heavy eyes said otherwise. Fever tended to do that to a person, especially a prolonged one just barely brought under control not more than a couple hours ago.
"If you say so," Gibbs said with a shrug. He had a feeling there was something she wasn't telling him. Something...important. But he wasn't going to get withheld information by being agreeable. That hardly ever got him anywhere.
"Abs, what did you need to fix in Florida? I didn't hear you tell Vance about it." Her reaction was instant and predictable: fear and uncertainty. She shook her head, shrinking back against the pillows as if they'd provide protection against Gibbs's icy, steady stare. Why didn't she want to answer a simple question? Unless there was more to this whole Florida business than he thought. That seemed like a likely answer.
Vance's office- 0230 am
The door banged open. Vance didn't even look up, knowing who was barging into his office already. He continued packing his things up as if nothing had happened.
"If there's something you need, say it now within the five minutes it'll take for me to leave the building," Vance said.
"I need Abby's file," Gibbs demanded. For the first time, he looked up at the man.
"What is this about?"
"Florida. Key West. Abby's supposed...vacation."
"What would her file tell you that you don't already know?" Vance questioned.
"Her cousin's identity. You got it or not?" Something cream colored was slammed into Gibbs's chest. Gibbs caught a glimpse of Abby's name but nothing more on the front. He stood there in silence for a moment before finally walking out, file in hand.
