A/N: Teehee, I do believe I forgot the disclaimer...whoops.
Disclaimer: I do not own this show. I do, however, own the plots, and the characters you don't recognize (Rob, Alexia, his team, and other people you'll meet later on).
That's over with. I guess I was just so caught up in the moment...of...I don't know, I really have no good excuse for not posting one before. Sorry! I'm trying to keep this a shipper-free story, but sometimes my mind always reverts back to Tate, so I read over what I've written and make sure nothing happens...
Oh, and a note on what happened with the "rolled my eyes" and all the other first person stuff in the other chapter: sorry! I originally wrote this from Alexia's view and went through and changed it to third person when I realized it wasn't working. So I've proofread these chapters rather carefully, but shun me if you want when you find a mistake...just tell me, please?
So the saga continues!
For you people out there who don't remember how the other chapter ended (so long ago, I know!), she opened the door and saw a familiar face...
Along with three others.
"Dad!" she shouted, flinging herself at him for a hug. "What happened? Where were you?"
"Shut up," he told her, rudely pushing her away. What was with that? "We're here to investigate the crime scene. You didn't touch it, did you?"
"What?" Alexia tried to comprehend. "Gibbs and his team are already in there!" And as she spoke, the four in question came out of the room, Kate with a camera still around her neck.
Her dad's face twisted into an unexplainable expression. "What? Get them out of there!"
"But they're NCIS too-" Alexia started complaining, but was cut short by her father again.
"Shut up!"
She backed away, stung, as Gibbs looked back and forth between her dad and her. Her mom was dead, and all he could say to her was "shut up"?
"Why are you here?" Gibbs cut straight to the point, after pondering why this girl's dad wouldn't even look the slightest bit upset over the murder of his wife.
"We're investigating the murder of Lieutenant Samantha Lavell, Rob's wife," one of her father's team members, Jimmy Corbett, told them curtly.
"No, we are," McGee said, confused. "Aren't we?"
"Yes, Probie, we are," Tony told him. "But be quiet."
Alexia was still standing between the two teams, and so she backed up. "What's going on here? Why are there two teams?"
"Obviously a mix-up in the assignments," Kate said slowly.
"Yes, you're wrong," another member, Ethan Kustriz, snapped at her.
She raised her eyebrows and muttered, "Oh, am I? Well, someone's obviously a-"
Tony clapped a hand over her mouth before she could say another word.
"Listen, we're on this case. That's my wife in there," Rob told them, looking rather pitiful.
But to Gibbs he didn't seem very convincing.
"Oh- sorry, I didn't realize-" McGee furiously tried to apologize.
"Well, yeah, just get out of there and give us all the info you got," Ethan ordered, holding his hand out.
Kate crossed her arms in front of her, letting the camera hang down over them in a defiant gesture. "Gibbs?"
He furrowed his brow; it looked like something didn't seem right. But he seemed to consider that it was Rob's wife. "Yeah, Kate, give it to him." They'd come back and check on it.
"What? We're giving up the case that easily?" Tony argued, on Kate's side.
"Hey, that's his wife and that's his daughter," Ethan sneered. "Can't you at least let him solve the case for himself?"
Kate glared at him but handed over the camera. Then she turned to Tony and asked, "What's his daughter got to do with anything?"
Alexia had been wondering that herself.
Tony shrugged.
And Rob looked victorious.
In the next hour his team (him, Jimmy, Ethan, and another annoying member named Chris Mauel) gathered up Gibbs's info and took some pictures and sketches of their own. They looked rather gleeful to Alexia.
Gibbs's team was gone. Rather that Chris had literally pushed them out the door.
Rob hadn't said a word to his daughter except for "shut up". He had been acting weird the last couple of months, but he said he didn't like teenagers. But really, she was what, 13? Barely a teenager...he was getting along fine with Mom though. From what she had saw. Maybe there was something else- but he couldn't bring himself to murder his wife, could he?
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I was going to end it earlier, but I figured it needed more words. Thanks to all the reviewers, and my first reviewer, Christieanne-Anna, and my second, gotmilk, for as I write this there are no more...sniffle...oh well. Heehee, I read gotmilk's review in school and my friend (who I have a character based on later) thought I was crazy because she hadn't read the story yet. So she was reading it and was like "What? I think I'd be more upset if my mother was gutted- oh, eeeew!" Then she read the story and was freaking out when I described Alexia's mother being dead. Not even that grisly, compared to what I could've put...so anyway, that's my little story in a story. Sorry to anyone who bothered to read this pointless author's note. This is just what's going through the author's mind at the moment.
