Hey everyone, haven't updated in quite a long time. Hopefully I'll be able to more often, though the school year is about to start and that just sucks. I'm even going to buy school supplies soon. Urg.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that have appeared on NCIS. It's kinda sad actually.

"Well that was a complete and utter waste of time." Tony muttered under his breath. Both he and McGee stepped out of the elevator for the second time that day. Tony was relatively dry, while McGee on the other hand was soaked to the bone. Apparently McGee's umbrella was only big enough for one person, and since Tony was senior field agent…

"Nothing I tell you to do is useless, DiNozzo. And where the hell have you been McGee? I need you to do that thing on the computer." Growled Gibbs from his desk, not actually on his computer but chugging down the second coffee of the day. Something told him he'd need it, especially with that Aidan King whom he'd locked up with Ziva in interrogation.

"Sorry Boss." Said McGee almost automatically. You kind of got used to the verbal abuse while working with Gibbs. He grimaced while sitting down at his computer chair, it would be wet for at least 48 hours after this. Stupid absorbing material.

"What did you want me to look up, Boss?"

"Someone named Aidan King." Said Gibbs, now focusing his attention on Tony who was reclining in his chair. "DiNozzo, report!"

Tony's eyes widened and he sat up straight in his chair. "Yes, boss. We visited the Scratch bar where we talked to the bartender, he said he saw a bunch of couples that night but he remembered them because of the tequila shots that they kept ordering. Apparently they both know how to throw 'em back, if you know what I mean. Anyway, he remembers them leaving at around 03:00, maybe earlier. We walked along the road for a bit, but any tire tracks would have been washed away by this rain. And all we found by the road were empty beer bottles."

Gibbs nodded, so far Greg Mathers' story was holding up. Which wasn't a good thing, since now they had basically no suspects, and their one lead wasn't saying anything useful. Of course, her quality time with Ziva might convince her to open up just a bit.

"Boss, I got a hit on this Aidan King. No arrests or anything, but there was a suspected suicide attempt when she was hospitalized for overdosing on sleeping pills. It was ruled as accidental, she claimed she was just trying to sleep." McGee said quickly, staring at the computer screen. "Who is this girl?"

Gibbs sighed inwardly and shortly brought them up to speed on the case. It wasn't something he usually did, but hey, he had just made them go walking along side a road during something like a tsunami. Not that he didn't get a bit of satisfaction out of it. "She says that she doesn't know anything about it. I doubt it."

Tony and McGee were silent for a moment. "So that's why you put her into a locked room with Ziva?" Tony asked, confused. To him that seemed like cruel and unusual punishment, especially to a minor. Of course, Ziva couldn't be that evil…could she?

"Well if you're so concerned, Tony, get then your asses moving and head down to interrogation!" Gibbs growled, suddenly aware that his coffee was finished. He stood up quickly, throwing the coffee cup into the garbage, and headed towards the elevator.

Tony and McGee followed quickly, they didn't want to take the stairs again.

Well, this is an unwelcome change of scenery. Thought Aidan glumly, bored eyes looking around the interrogation room. Really, the name suggests something it's not. Grey walls, a couple of chairs, a table…and a light bulb? Wow. She absently rubbed her sore arm, the cause of which was sitting right in front of her. Officer David, whom she currently hated and would not stop staring at her. She winced inwardly as she hit a tender spot on her arm. Yep, that would definitely be a bruise.

"I'm sorry." Aidan's eyes looked up in surprise. Ziva was pointedly looking at her arm, on closer inspection she hadn't realized the angry red mark that had formed, along with what would soon be a bruise.

"It's fine, I bruise really easily." Said Aidan hesitantly, but really she was just confused by this whole situation. She absently tugged the sleeve of her polo shirt down while playing with the gold crucifix around her neck.

The silence that had developed in the room was broken when Gibbs came striding in, dismissing Ziva with a nod. She stood and exited the room with one final glance at Aidan, who was sitting there uncomfortably. Of course, she was hoping that didn't show on her face.

Gibbs sat down, slowly. He opened a file, slowly. Frankly, Aidan wanted to lean over and punch him in the nose. But she figured he got that a lot.

"Agent Gibbs," She said impatiently. "Do you think we can get on with this? I need to get back to school." She leaned forward onto the table, balancing her head in a hand. His icy blue eyes met her green ones.

"You have no idea what the kidnapper was talking about?"

"None at all."

"And you have no idea who could have kidnapped your sister?"

There was silence in the room, as Aidan suddenly became very interested in the rings on her fingers. "Well, I never said that." She mumbled grudgingly, the three spectators in the next room all turned to the computer, where they would search anyone she mentioned.

"Ms King…"

"Aidan."

"Aidan. Do you know who kidnapped your sister?"

There was another moment of silence before she started talking again. " When I was five, my father died of lung cancer. My mother was devastated, never went on a date until I was eleven. When she did, she met Gabby's father. Isaac Ballot, whose wife had also passed away. A couple years ago my mom died in a car accident, and he was named my legal guardian." She snorted, clearly in contempt of the man. "Needless to say, after the death of two wives, he got a little wacked out. You know, three fries short of a Happy Meal? Gabby moved out with me when she turned 21. But I'd pay good money her father never got over it."

So that took a while right? Sorry about that, but I just wasn't inspired that much. My muse is on vacation or something. Review and I'll try to go faster!