Team Gibbs, the Director and Jack Sloane were greeted with an half exasperated, half amused former marine.
"Gibbs,", approached Leon, "I've heard we have a Brit in the house."
"She only came 'cause I didn't answer her calls, Leon." comforted Gibbs.
"Are you sure it's only a social visit, Gibbs?", asked Leon
"I assure you Leon, I'm only here to push something into Jet's stubborn mind." ,injected Eliana, re-entering the bullpen from behind.
"Actually, your return ticket you have is booked for four months from now.", stated McGee, having searched up Eliana's name on the database.
"Eliana, my old friend,", Leon tried, with authority in his voice, "Why exactly are you in the States? Ever since you took that position as your Prime Minister's chief intelligence advisor, you have firmly stayed in England for years. Is this a business trip for your government, Eliana?"
"Ana?", Gibbs echoed, uncharacteristically perplexed.
"Okay. First," , replied Eliana, one corner of her mouthing lifting up into a smile of disbelief, "McGEEK, you really SHOULDN'T search up others, it's incredibly stalker-ish. Secondly, for your, well, quite frankly - NOSY selves - I'm on the UNCIVILISED side of the pond because my god-daughter's mother, who happened to be my distant relative, has unfortunately passed away, and I decided I need to make sure that Nicky doesn't do anything stupid in his grief."
"Erm, Nicky?", questioned Bishop.
"Oh, my god-daughter's father. I've got to find ways to annoy him, you see." , supplied Eliana, waving one hand, unbothered.
"Okay, well, where exactly does your god-daughter live?", probed Sloane with a sunny smile, eager to know more about this sassy Brit that seems to be sooo close to her crush, i.e. Gibbs.
"New Orleans, Special Agent Sloane.", gave Eliana, with a warm smile.
"And you already know my name." , stated Sloane, unsurprised, going with the flow.
"Yes, well from Tony, Ziva, Jet and Kate, I've got the whole of NCIS covered." , mused Eliana.
"Well, that's enough of the small talk, don't you think? Ana, surely you've got somewhere to be?", asked Gibbs hopefully, eager to see his old friend gone.
"Why Jet! You are always SO eager for me to be gone, are you not?"
"Bye, Ana!", barked Gibbs, annoyed.
The spy huffed and rolled her eyes. Regally, with chaos in her eyes, she parted with, "Goodbye Leon, Doctor, Kasie, Agents; Sloane, McGee, Bishop, Torres and Jet my dearest former lover!" . With that, the satisfied Londoner sashayed to the elevator, or as the British call it, the bloody lift.
"Wait a minute! Former LOVER?!"