Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or the characters except for Kitty and Jake.
Chapter 3
Bonding Time
"So you're the new Probie," Tony said.
Kitty turned to him. "Call me that again; I'll beat you into a pulp with a bat."
"Or you could hit him in the back of the head," Gibbs said. "Always gets him to shut up for me."
"Wait, let me get this straight," Tony said. "She's a newbie but she's allowed to hit me in the head." Gibbs smacked Tony behind the head. "Sorry, boss."
"That's what I thought, DiNozzo," Gibbs said.
Ziva stepped forward. "So why'd you want to join NCIS?"
Kitty shrugged. "I dunno. Dad always talked about it when I was around with him and I thought it would be interesting to do." She took a drink from her coffee. "And now I'm here. And the whole holding a gun just give me a sense of power."
"Tony, you may want to close your mouth before that droll reaches the floor," Ziva said, eyeing Tony's gaze.
"What?" Tony asked.
"You'd think he'd have some common sense to stop liking the boss's daughter," McGee muttered to Ziva.
Abby walked over to the group. "Hi, I heard we're getting a new agent and I wanted to see if they came."
Kitty turned around to face Abby. "Hi."
"I'm Abby," Abby said.
"Katherine Gibbs, but call me Kitty," Kitty said.
"You're Gibbs's daughter?" Abby asked.
"Now how come Abby knows that Gibbs has a daughter but I don't?" Tony asked Ziva and McGee.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Tony, I didn't know," McGee said.
"Thanks, Probie," Tony said.
"Hey! I'm not the new guy anymore! I'm not Probie anymore!" McGee said.
"Whatever, Probie," Tony said.
"I think it's because Gibbs looks as Abby like a second daughter," Ziva said quietly to the other two.
"Let's go meet Ducky," Abby said. She grabbed Kitty's wrist and started to drag her to the elevators. "Oh, and if he starts rambling on about something, just nod your head and agree."
Jacob Walters walked down a park path in the dark. He was busy thinking over what was going on with his life.
Yesterday he'd gotten a letter saying that he was going to go into a training camp for the Marines. Then he'd be deported to Iraq to fight in the war. And the only reason why this had happened was because he couldn't afford his college tuition so he'd joined the armed forces to pay for his tuition.
Behind him a twig snapped. Jacob turned around to see who was following him.
"Who are you!" Jacob demanded.
Nobody answered him. Jacob turned around in a circle to see if he could make out anyone in the darkness. Shrugging, Jacob tried to put it away. But he couldn't get rid of the feeling that someone was watching him. He picked up his pace and started to head back to the light filled street walk.
He finally reached the safety of the street. Cars zoomed by him, not paying him any attention. Jacob started to walk back home to his apartment. Twenty minutes later he was outside the door to his apartment. He opened the door and started to walk up the steps.
Downstairs, he heard footsteps thundering up the stairs. Jacob didn't know who it was, but he was afraid of them. He pulled out his keys hurriedly and tried to fit them into the lock. The footsteps were coming closer.
A hand closed over Jacob's mouth and he felt a knife next to his throat. His attacked pushed the knife into his throat and pulled it. Jacob fell to the ground. Blood poured from his wound as he slowly died.
Jacob looked up at the man above him. His eyes got wide as he recognized him.
It couldn't be him. They'd been friends at school along with…with Kitty.
Jacob couldn't focus anymore. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to die. He only thought about whom else was in danger. Kitty would be next and only he knew. And he couldn't tell her.
"So this is Jethro's daughter," Ducky said, surveying Kitty. "Ah, yes, I can see some of his features."
Kitty shrugged. "Err, sure. Okay."
"I remember how when I was your age, everyone would be comparing me to looking like my father and mother. And quite a few times I'd been mistaken for my father himself. Especially on the phone. Of course, all children are meant to look like their parents. It's in their genetic makeup. You're created of your parents' DNA and you're going to look like them."
Kitty looked over at Abby. Abby raised her eyebrows with a look of "I told you so." Kitty smiled and then looked back at Ducky.
"Let's just hope that you have more patience than your father has at some points," Ducky said.
Gibbs shook his head and took another drink from his coffee.
"But then studies say how children will also have personalities like their parents because they're exposed to it," Ducky continued.
The doors to morgue opened and Director Sheppard entered. The eight people looked over at the Director.
"Please excuse me for interrupting," Director Sheppard said. "But we have another case."
Great, Kitty's first case and she's the next target. To perfect