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It was said that silence was never good thing when in the presence of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. In this case, this defiantly held truer than words could speak or the mind could feel. The only sound as a matter of fact in the hotel room was the low hum of the computer he sat at. At the moment if looks could kill (and non-living pieces of matter could be killed) said computer would have 12 feet under. A banner ran across the screen that flashed error every other second. His third cup of coffee swished dangerously in his increasingly tight grip. The staring contest between him and the computer was interrupted by a timid tapping on the door.
"What!" He yelled out sending the door a vicious look.
"Mr. Gibbs?..." The irritated glare softened into a warm welcoming look. He stood up and walked over to the door, swinging it open and looking out to see a very surprised and slightly scared looking Harley. He gave her a warm smile.
"Sorry about yelling. Now what are you doing here? Don't you have a class thing to be at?" Harley looked up at him blinking her big blue eyes which seemed to be pleading for something.
"I do sir, but…you see I have Dr. Mallard's class…" In the back of Gibbs' mind he imagined that (even as much as he loved Ducky) would be enough of reason for anyone to be skipping.
"…and well. I already have had anatomy before, because I like those things a lot."
"So why did you sign up for it then and skip now?" Harley looked at him timidly.
"Well, I would be there but Dr. Mallard said that since I already was well versed in the subject that I would better assist than learn, but Mr. Palmer is already there."
"And?"
"And…he said it would be a waste of time for me to help when he already had more than enough help…even though he didn't really sound to thrilled about Jimmy being there…but anyway he said I should be there for when he does mock-autopsies and such but as for now, I shouldn't waste my time being there because I couldn't gain much from it." Harley looked a little worried at that part of her statement. Gibbs put a hand on her shoulder.
"He doesn't mean that badly. I'm sure he likes you, he's just one who believes that people shouldn't waste time or a valuable mind on things they already know. And from what I can see, you are a very intelligent girl." Harley looked up at him with a hopeful look.
"But, that still doesn't explain why you are here." The look fell a bit.
"Well Gibbs sir, I can't be in my room right now because the only time's we are allowed in unsupervised rooms is after curfew (and then it has to be OUR room) or during break, but then we have to have our guardian's permission and they have to escort us, but anyway, I can't wander around either. So, I was wondering if maybe…I could stay here with you? But only until 10 when next class starts!" She blurted the last part out. Gibbs sighed, he knew she should be in "class" but he frankly thought a lot of the things there where a bit stupid anyway. Most of things of course being rules.
"Well, I shouldn't but screw the rules. Just don't make a mess or whatever." Harley grinned and threw her arms around in a giant bear hug.
"Oh thank you Gibbs!" He managed to pat her back despite being nearly squeezed to death.
"Your welcome." Harley darted inside while Gibbs closed the door behind them. Harley spun around looking over the room. Aside from the piles of clothing (and to her amused disgust) boxers she noticed the evil computer. Raising an eyebrow she turned to Gibbs.
"That computer's infected with something." Gibbs' voice was dripped in distain. Harley looked at him quizzically.
"It's just looks like a glitch in the program. Not that hard to fix sir." He gave Harley a reproachful look.
"You can fix that?" Harley nodded.
"Yes sir." He gave her a slightly doubting look.
"Then why aren't you fixing it?" Harley looked at him in surprise but sat down nonetheless. With a simple press of control-alt-delete, and a few mouse clicks the message bar was gone. Gibbs looked in surprise at the computer then at Harley.
"You're good with this stuff?"
"Yes sir, dad's a chemist of sorts so he uses a lot of new technology and he shares it with me." Gibbs grinned.
"Well, I think you have a place to be during Dr. Mallard's class."
Soooooo sorry for not updating sooner. School just got out, but it's been hectic! I am going on vacation for a few days, so hopefully I'll get a few minutes to write in peace. Enjoy what you have! Thanks for your reviews!