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Note about languages to the person who signed as 'Abs' (and anyone else.): Forgive my French. It was translated by Goggle. BUT WAIT! I'm not a stupid American! Of the five languages I speak, French is the only one I can't read or write in, and that's only because when I go to France, my cousin translates all the writing for me and if he happens to be in America when my Family is, I translate the stuff to English because we both think the languages are extremely hard to read. And we're not to biased because we both have the same 1st language which IF it's used now (Big if.) We can read it. Mostly. In fact, I will add at least two words from it into this chapter.
Abby walked into the building and was not at all surprised to see Tony and Janice hanging up a poster on the wall. They'd done that before- it was pictures of the director eating the last jelly doughnut in the break room. That whole situation had the whole NCIS building up in arms, mostly because Janice had insisted they prove they had no Jelly residue on their hands. It turned out to be quite useless, because 54 people had eaten doughnuts that day.
However, her jaw nearly dropped when she was what was on the poster. She recognized those photo's. Her mother had shown them to her first boyfriend when he came to pick her up for their date to the movies. It had been one of the most horrifying experiences of her life.
She felt a tap on her shoulder and spun around, only to see a mass of pink and yellow.
"Parlez-vous anglais?" McGee asked hopefully as he stepped into a coffee shop by himself. Gibbs had noticed that the TV screen in the café was playing a news clip about him. It had a large friendly photo of Gibbs' face and coffee with an 'x' though it.
"Yeah." replied the red haired man behind the counter looking at McGee with a face he reserved for stupid Americans.
"Have you heard of Agent Gibbs?" McGee asked twiddling his fingers and pointing randomly at the menu, with gusto. The employee gave him a look that was obviously a 'yes'. "Right, well, he kidnapped me and he's waiting outside for me to bring him coffee so if you could just call the police…?" McGee's voice trailed off as the employee left.
McGee turned around and shrugged at Gibbs who glared wearily at him. The employee was only gone about a minute.
"I called the police and they said they'd be here in about five minutes to arrest him for kidnapping you. In the mean time I'll pretend like I'm making coffee." The employee raised his eyebrows a few times evilly and McGee spun around again, this time giving Gibbs two thumbs up.
Skywalker slammed his metal detector against the ground approximately 1,000,000 times. It had malfunctioned. A lot. He'd realized the problem when he'd held it up to a car and it didn't beep.
His first guess was that, maybe, just maybe, the car he'd held it up to was plastic of rubber or wood or something but, after holding up to several other cars of different makes, he'd discovered it wasn't working. He knew it was his own fault, though. His mother always warned him not to buy metal detectors as garage sales, even if they were only 50 cents.
Now, not only had he lost his 50 cents but his mother voice was floating around on his head, and no matter how much he picked at his earwax, the voice would not leave.
"I told you not to buy it. That thing is drek!" his mother voice told him. He could almost see her shaking her finger at him in an anger manner. Slowly he hunched his shoulders a bit.
"What the hell does drek mean?" wailed Luke, clutching the detector for support but eventually falling onto a car.
The sounds of a car alarm echoed through the building, however, no one knew it was that. All thought it was some other sort of alarm, and since it was obviously not a biochemical attack, employees begun heading for the exits and someone pulled a fire alarm, but a few people remained.
As sprinklers went off people got wet, and really, every thing got wet, and when people and things get wet, they tend to move faster and towards doors which will usually lead them to dry. However, Ducky, Abby, Kate, Tony, Janice and the not-yet-named mother of Abby stayed.
Abby signed.
Then her mother signed.
Tony tried to work his way under an umbrella Janice was holding, but it was made for only one person and she was much shorter than he.
Kate rolled her eyes and tried to figure out what Abby and Abby's mother had signed about in the mean time.
Abby folded her arms.
Ducky tapped his watch which had stopped working.
Abby's mother signed.
Kate recognized three letters signed by Abby mother.
T-I-M.
Abby unfolded her arms, and looking like a total teenager signed something angrily.
Abby's mother smiled softly and hugged Abby.
Abby hugged her mother back.
Janice let out a little sigh.
The six left the building Janice muttering something about Mameh and Tokhter being back together again.
Okay, It was three words.
TBC…