Lonnie, Mollie, or whatever the hell she was supposed to be called, stood in front of the filthy bathroom mirror. Her face dripping wet from the sulfery water she had just splashed on her face. She studied herself curly brown hair and big green eyes. She thought back to her mom's blonde hair and her dad's balding brown. That really didn't make a difference. She just thought that she had gotten hair a shade between her parents hair colors. It was her eyes that did not make sense. Her eyes were green but her dad's eyes were brown and her mom's blue. It was supposed to be impossible or close to it anyway. That was like seventh grade genetics. There was always a chance that she was adopted and her birth name had been Mollie DiNozzo but she swore that she saw her mom's name on the birth certificate. She grabbed her backpack and walked back into the main part of the subway station. She walked up the stairs and exited the station. She sat in the shade of a tree and reopened the file box. She picked up her birth certificate and held it close to her face. She had needed glasses for years but her dad refused to take her to the eye doctor. She checked again and sure enough the name on the top line was "Mollie Taylor DiNozzo". She looked at the two lines on the bottom. The signatures of the parent. In the space of mother was her mom's name but in the spot of father. Was the name "Anthony DiNozzo Jr". Was it possible that this Tony was her father and Doug was merely her step-father? Why had Doug never told her? Why had Mr. DiNozzo never looked for her. She went back to the file box in search of an adoption certificate or a letter from this Anthony DiNozzo fellow. She found a document directly behind the birth certificate. She looked at the name and saw that it was her own Lynette Lonovern Ernest. Her dad had tacked the O on when her forced her into modeling at seven years old. Her dad's name was in the spot for the father but for mother was the name "Tiffany Lynette Lonovern". According to the dates Mollie was born on Valentines day and Lonnie was born two weeks later. In a last ditch effort she looked at the certificates and checked for hair color. Lonnie was a blonde but Mollie had been born a brunette. She knew that hair color could change but still it felt strange. She went back to the box for pictures or anything that could give her answers. She found a pamphlet on "Fetal Alcohol syndrome and the address of the prison her dad had been in before she was born. Did the other baby have fetal alcohol? Did it die? Did she have it to a degree? Her mom certainly drank enough. She picked up her knapsack and buried her face in the worn fabric. Tears were falling from her eyes. From the eyes that may have come from Tony or Tiffany. She wanted to shout to the God's, demand who she was, and shake her fists to the air but she did not want to look like some kind of psycho. So she just sat there and continued to soak her backpack with tears. She felt a hand make contact with her shoulder and looked up to see a tall man with silver hair and steely blue eyes.
"Are you OK?" The man asked.
"No" Lonnie, Mollie admitted.
Gibbs arrived to Stillwater around ten in the morning. It's not like he had anything better to do. He could only visit Tony on Saturdays and he could not go back to work for at least two weeks. He couldn't drink bourbon or have coffee until his cardiologist cleared it. He could do woodworking but he had not real inspiration. Spending a few days in his childhood home may be just the thing to make him feel well again. He had to pass the train station and on the way past. He spotted a girl sitting under a tree. Two pieces of paper, and a plastic file box sat beside her and she had her face buried in her backpack. Gibbs got out of the car and approached the girl. It did not take long for him to realize that she was crying. He placed his hand on her shoulder, the same way he did with Kelly when she was upset. The girl looked up at him and his green eyes made him catch his breath. They were Tony' eyes on a teenage girl.
"Are you OK?" Gibbs asked.
"No" The girl admitted.
"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked.
"It's a long story and I don't know you." The girl sniffed.
"I am Jethro Gibbs." Gibbs replied.
"Nice to meet you Jethro." The girl replied.
"Call me Gibbs." Gibbs instructed.
"Nice to meet you Gibbs." Mollie corrected.
"Now what's your name?" Gibbs asked.
"I don't know!" The girl cried.
"What do you mean?" Gibbs asked.
"I found a birth certificate for a girl named Mollie but I also found mine and I am supposedly named Lonnie. I don't know who the hell I am but Mollie has my mom's name and Lonnie has my dad's or so I think. My dad abused me my whole life and my mom was in prison most of the time. When she was out she was sleeping around." Mollie explained.
"Well what are the names?" Gibbs asked.
"The name I was given was Lynette Lonovern Ernest but I always went by Lonnie. The name I found is Mollie Taylor DiNozzo." Mollie explained.
"Did you say Mollie Taylor DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"Yes" The girl replied.
"This is going to sound really creepy but could you please come with me. It is very important." Gibbs asked.
"I'll just go. I have nowhere else to go. I'd rather go off with somebody who may hurt me then be lost in a strange town." Mollie explained.
A/N: How lucky is Lonnie/Mollie that Gibbs happened to find her? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.