Author's Note: Slash to be. Not your cup o' tea, then see that button at the top left corner of your screen that reads 'BACK'? Click it. Check the first chapter for our Disclaimer.

Writing this chapter was actually very difficult, because Sexc and I didn't have it planned. We have all the good and funny parts later on planned, and we didn't even think that this'd get off the ground, but it appearently did. So, sorry for the delay on this. Also, since the unfortunate event of Steve "The Crocodile Hunter" Irwin's death, we have made small part in here dedicated to him.

Chapter 2?

Jarrett rotated his jaw, and he felt Kayla brush against his side, and then still.

"Well, sir, I was afraid that it would cause some trouble in our investigation, sir." Jarrett said his thoughts honestly, sweat from his nervousness forming on his upper lip. Kayla saw this and spoke up quickly.

"It was for the good of the case, Special Agent Gibbs. And-and Jarrett's a fine agent even without his sight. He has been for 5 years now." She felt a sudden wave of protectiveness wash over her at her bluff. She had known Jarrett since she was 7, and even then she stood up for him. All the bigger kids would pick on him, call him names and diss his family and horrible profound names would follow. Jethro cleared his throat.

"How would you know this if you youself is just a Probie, Special Agent McClevan." Shit. Kayla shifted. Jarrett, sensing her uncomfortable trait she exhibited, stood up in return.

"She's right, sir. Although, Paperwork is one minor problem, but Kayla usually does it for me. I swear I won't let you down. I've been blind for a couple of years now, way long before I was on NCIS. If I couldn't handle anything, don't you think I wouldn't be here?" Gibbs had to admit, the kid had a point. Yet, he knew the conflict wouldn't end there.

"Fine. But you're under my belt, so you listen to me still, got it?" They both straightened their posture and nodded, Jarrett throwing in a 'yes sir!' and a salute.

Tony grinned. He liked this kid. He was lean and well groomed. His hair was somewhat of a shag, like his had been before he'd cut it to a more... controlable state, but Jarrett seemed to have no trouble keeping it tame. It was black and red, and shined in the light of the bullpen. He was dressed formally, in a sports-jacket and a pale green shirt with a checkered tie, and pinstripe slacks. An attractive trait. Did he even know what he was wearing?

"Uh, boss?" He asked, his eyes never weavering from the blind man. His gaze sweeped down at his shoes, and his brows flew up with amusement. Checkered converse. Heh.

"Mm." Was his reply. He grinned.

"Where will they be setting up? Y'know, in the bullpen?" There was a long pause as Gibbs though for a moment. Damn, where was he going to set them up?

"We'll get two extra desks pulled in." He said, getting up to go confront the Director on his new discoveries and the subject of bringing in the desks.

"In the mean time, you can use Special Agent McGee's desk." He threw back over his shoulder as he hiked the length of the stairs, before disappearing from their view. Kayla looked over at Kate with a curious look.

"Who's Special Agent McGee?" She asked, but was rudely interuptted.

"Hey, Jarrett, wanna take a walk?" The blind man turned his head to Tony, and contemplated the offer, before turning his head to Kayla, who grinned.

"Don't let him get hurt." She said, and Tony grinned.

"I won't." He replied. Kate and Kayla shared a knowing smile, before Kate said, "She wasn't talking to you."

"Oh, ha ha, very funny." He sneered playfully as he led the other agent out of the bullpen, bursting into a conversation of movies, which turned out to be The Poisedon. Kayla turned back to Kate with an annoyed smile.

"Well, as I was saying before a certain man interuppted, Who's Special Agent McGee?" Kate grinned, motioning for Kayla to haul over Tony's chair, which she did and leaned forward on the table to listen.

"He's our Computer Geek. Gibbs brought him coffee, once." Kayla was silent, before Kate continued. "He never brings coffee to anyone." Kayla caught on and raised her head.

"Oh. That good, eh? Well, I've got to introduce Jarrett to him. Before he lost his sight, he was a computer geek, too. Come to think of it, he's still a geek. Just doesn't show much of his geeky side." They shared a laugh. Kayla smiled, before her eager cheekiness wanted to know more about this entitled 'Computer Geek'.

"Well, he's cute. I give him kudo's for that. When he was a probie, Tony always, and when I say always I mean constantly, order him around even if it wasn't nessescary. He was so insecure. Like when he dated Abby." Kayla bit her lip. Damn. So, he's dating someone. Wait. That was past-tense.

"Dated?" She echoed. Kate nodded.

"It didn't work out, I guess." Jackpot! She grinned to herself. Kate saw it and smiled, before asking softly, "How did your brother lose his sight?" Kayla paused, before she decided that she could trust Kate. She was a former Secret Service Agent and now in NCIS. She was trustable material.

"He never told me the details. When he was 18, he was sent to Iraq. He said he was captured and held hostage for 3 months before they came and got him. He was sent home, and he was just so frail. He never did tell us how, exactly. But there was a lot of therapy. He doesn't use Toby as much though." Kate frowned.

"Toby?" Kayla nodded.

"His seeing eye-dog. He's real loyal. Jerr used to sled dogs. Toby's all he's got left of his old team." She said, a sad tone ghosted in her voice. Kate decided to brighten things.

"What did you do, before you joined?"

"Me? Well, I rode and competed horses in races and shows. I still ride, but not as much." Kate's grin stretched the length of her face.

"Really? Do you think you could teach me to ride sometime?" She asked, hope dawning. Kayla smiled back. Yup. She definately knew that things between this team would be good.

Downtown

"...And then it was just the lights hovering over them? C'mon. I liked the first one better." Jarrett said, a hop in his step. Tony had proved to be a pretty interesting guy. Though the constant debate between them on whether the original or the new improved Poisedon wouldn't let up.

"What are you talking about? It's all in the Special Effects, dude! I mean, c'mon. It couldn't get any better then it was! Well, maybe later on in a more enhanced future, but it took the cake." Tony argued. Jarrett shook his head, his dark sunglasses nudging his skull.

"You have no taste." He heard Tony scoff.

"I do. It's just no into old movies." Jarrett snickered.

"Not even John Wayne?"

"...Excluding that." He said, dragging his eyes lazily through a shop window to check out a suit. Jarrett wasn't so bad. At least he knew some of the good movies that were in town. And he liked most of the ones he did, too.

"So. off topic of the movies, tell me about yourself." Tony started a bit, but quicky composed himself.

"Well, as long as you tell me about yourself later." At Jarrett's dissmising wave, he began.

"Well, what don't you know about me?"

"Anything that's not in your file." Oh. Tony grinned.

"Well, I love long walks along the beach, full of babes, mind you, and Tequila's. Can't beat those." He joked and grinned at Jarrett's amused shake of the head. "Oh, and I love a good flick. Your turn."

"I sled." Tony raised an eyebrow.

"You what?" He repeated incorrectly, making it Jarrett's turn to smirk.

"I sled. Dogs. I'm still pretty good at it. I love to fly, too. When I was in the Navy, I tried for an Aviator. Didn't work out, though. The sounds at night are relaxing too." Tony shrugged, turning his shoulders to excuse a woman who walked by him, and he couldn't resist turning his head to let his gaze follow after her. He felt a blunt tap against his chest.

"Don't do that." Jarrett snickered as he spoke, and Tony furrowed his brow.

"Do what?"

"Check by-passers out." Tony's eyes widened.

"How'd you know?" His voice was awed. Jarrett turned his head, a grin filling his face. Damn, he is cute.

"I have my ways." And Tony knew that someday, he'd find those ways. They stopped at a StarBucks, and he ordered his usual coffee, and got a kind to Jarrett's liking as well. Tony drummmed his fingers as his gaze lazily wandered over the man in front of him. It was true, that he was good looking, but there seemed to be something... haunted about him.

"You done?" He asked, and Tony jerked, shaking off the response and looking to his eyes.

"Hm?"

"You done checking me out?" Jarrett repeated, taking a heavy sip from his coffee, welcoming the burn to his tongue. Tony grinned that cheeky grin, and swivled in his chair a bit.

"Who says I was checking you out?" He asked, staring intently, totally focused on the person across from him. Jarrett smiled, his sunglasses riding up his nose and resting where his smile ended. Yup. He was definately going to like this place.

Following Day - Hotel

Kayla groaned as she sat up, her back throbbing from the uncomfortable feeling of the lumpy hotel room, which was all but comfy. She turned to her brothers bed, and laughed quietly at what she saw. All that could be seen of her brother was his black and red hair, tuffs of it, protruding from the blankets at the pillows, and then it was just a lump from there on. Toby had somewhere during the night snuck onto the bed, and was resting his head on his master's back, snoring softly, that must be lulling the older agent in his rest. Otherwise, he'd be up and wired. Kayla sighed, feeling sorry that she'd have to get him up, but approached the bed none the less, shaking the slight form of her brother.

"Mmrrhh." He groaned, shifting but not waking. Kayla sighed.

"You give me no choice." She meandered over to the washroom, filling their hotel bucket with water, and returned to her brother's bed and attempted to wake him once more, yet failed.

"Fine. Have it your way." She said, before dumping the load of water all across her brother. The blind man lept up with a squeal of surprise, before he began to yell.

"AIIE! That's fucking cold!" He screamed, kicking off the now soaked blankets and escaping the bed, standing in only his boxers and a wet t-shirt. Kayla laughed at her brothers torment. Jarrett, with a sneer, mocked her.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's all laugh at the funny and frozen blind man. Hardy har har." He grumbled, stomping toward the washroom. Kayla sobered.

"Jerr, watch the--" WHACK! "...wall."

"Ung." Was his reply.

After they had become decent and washed, they set out. Toby panted at Jarrett's side, his tail lashing as he trotted to their pace, his ears perked and his walk almost a bounce with excitement. It probably had been a long time since the dog was out, and now that he was, he was hellbent on exploring. The husky wandered everywhere they walked, sniffing objects he probably never seen in his confindment at Guantanamo, and when he raised his leg to mark territory on a shiny looking Ferari, Kayla scolded him, and down went the leg. He trotted after them, and settled on a building to mark. They had gotten a few paces ahead of him before he was at Jarrett's side again.

"Heel." Jarrett commanded, and the dog immediately went into work mode. He stood solid, waiting for his master to take the harness in hand, and once the blind man did, took up responsibility to make sure he was his masters' eyes. Kayla watched with smiling eyes. Ever since Jarrett found out he wouldn't be able to do much of the things he could before, he had grown attached to Toby. And she ahd grown even more attached to her big brother. Jarrett turned to her.

"Hey, do I have a mark any where?" He asked, and Kayla flushed, thanking god that Jarrett couldn't see it at the moment.

"No." She said, rather quickly. But Jarrett continued.

"It doesn't hurt here," He gestured to his cheek, "or here," another gesture, this time to the nose, "but here." He ran an invisible line across his forhead, which had a rather large lump and was beginning to turn a dark purple. Kayla gave a small smile.

"No, not at all." She giggled silently, and Jarrett brushed it off as they made their way to the NCIS Building.

Bullpen

Gibbs looked up as he heard the sound of thumping feet, and just about fainted.

"What the HELL is that doing here?" He demanded, looking at the dog, who Jarrett released, which allowed the purebred to roam, his tail wagging with unexplored excitement. Gibbs felt his eye twitch and the dog licked his shoe, and he fought off the urge to give it a whack in the nose.

"Toby," Tony, who had just walked in, obviously oblivious to the new guest, snapped his head up at what he thought was his name, "Come," Jarrett patted his thigh, and Tony raised an eyebrow as he walked towards him. Kayla watched in amusement. As if Jarrett sensed him, he looked in the direction of Tony.

"Unless your name is now Toby," He stretched the words, making his accent sound thicker then it was, "I suggest you sit back down." Tony did just that, his eyes wide now. The dog turned at his anme and trotted over, sitting pretty at his master's feet.

"He's my seeing eye-dog, boss," He hissed the last word out, not quite having come to right terms with the man. Gibbs felt his lip twitch, but didn't any anything. Jarrett jumped as a soft buzzing noise began, and Kayla looked at him. Jarrett raised a finger in a 'one moment' gesture, and removed the phone from his pocket, meandering over to the window and answered. Tony watched him, before turning to Kayla.

"What happened to his head?" He whispered. Kayla giggled.

"He walked into a wall this morning." Tony let out a mock hiss of pain.

"Ouch." Kayla was about to answer, but a loud cry of anguish split her idea. Nearly every occupant in the entire room glanced over to the blind man, who was shaking and suttering out his words, and then managed to close his cell. Kayla rshed over to her brother's side, Toby scurrying along behind her. She rested her hands on his shoulders, making him jump, before she gently soothed the tense limbs.

"Ouche, what's wrong, dautie?" Jarrett couldn't hold back the hiccup that escaped him as he leaned into his sister shoulder.

"I-it's Steve... oh god... Kayla... h-he's gone..." He sobbed, his arms coming around to hold his little sister, whose face had turned into one of sad shock, her eyes glossing.

"Steve-o? No..." Her arms tightened around her brother and once she managed to calm him down, she turned to Gibbs, who's face was stoic, and he nodded. Kayla gave a weak smile, helping Jarrett along.

"C'mon..." She coaxed, whistling for Toby who came, and Jarrett fumbled for the harness, before getting a firm grasp. Once they were in the elevator, Kayla shut it down and turned to her brother.

"How'd it happen?" She could feel the hot burning of tears rolling off her cheeks.

"He was making a documentary, a-and a stingray s-stabbed him through the heart with it's b-barb." He hiccoughed, and leaned into his sister for support.

"Wanna go see Abby?" She asked softly. In the little time they've been there, Jarrett had become so attached to Abby, it was like they were brother and sister. When Jarrett nodded, she flicked the elevator back to life and headed to the right floor.

Lab

Abby seemed quite content in her bouncing around the lab, music blaring. Kayla smiled bleakly, and made a gesture for Toby to lead Jarrett into the room. His claws clicked, bringing Abby's attention to them with a smile, but it faded.

"Oh, Jerr, what's wrong?" She asked, truly concerned as she scurried over. Jarrett rubbed his unseeing eyes, and filled her in. Abby's distraught face looked between the two siblings.

"The Crocodile Hunter? No way! I loved that guy..." She said, hugging the two. Kayla patted Abby's back, and pulled back.

"Mind baby-sitting him for me for a bit?" She asked softly. Abby nodded, a smile returning, though not by much.

"Sure thing." And with that, Kayla left.

Bullpen

Tony watched as the two wandered off, before turning to Gibbs.

"McGee's getting in today. I told her about them on the phone. Said he couldn't wait." The younger man grinned, leaning against his lover, who gave him a look. Tony shrugged, kissing his lover's chin, causing Gibbs to jerk his head up as he tried to avoid it, but failed. He stopped everything as he heard the ding of the elevator, and looked up. Kayla stepped out from the elevator with a grim face. Steve Irwin hadn't been a close friend, but Jarrett knew him pretty well. How, she didn't know. Maybe he'd end up telling her one day. Her gaze wandered, meeting Tony's and she smiled breifly, before walking over. Gibbs turned stoic once more.

"So, what do we need to know on this Isaak Niverda?" He asked, watching her sloutch. Kayla bit her lip, before answering.

"He's capable of alot of things. We had him switched to maximum security after he somehow managed to slip in a weapon and tried to murder one of his cellmates. When he did escape, we found at least three gaurds dead. He's pretty vicious from what I've learned in our interrogations." Tony glanced up.

"You interrogate the whacko alone?" Kayla shook her head.

"No, no. Jarrett and Toby would be with me." Tony shrugged rolling his shoulders. Gibbs cleared his throat, bringing Kayla to look at him.

"Sorry. From what we know, his specialty is explosives, but he could be flexible in his terms of destruction." Kayla's voice sounded cold. Probaby from the loss of someone she knew.

It wasn't a good hour later until Jarrett came up, guided by Toby, Kate on his heels. He listened as Gibbs made a sharp remark about her being late, then for her to follow him to the lab for an update, and then it was silence. As they worked in that silence, Jarrett was focusing on figuring out the keys of the keyboard, and typing away, writing a message. It was going to be his regards to Terri and her kids. She was alone, with two kids, who Steve would never gotten to see grow up. He shook his head, and only looked up again when Kayla let out a cry.

Timothy McGee walked out of the elevator, a bit nervous about meeting with the newest members of the team. He had been on holiday so he had missed the first introductions. When Tony had explained about them, he had said that the male was blind yet intimidating in his own way, a thick, dark accent that was either Scottish, British, or Czech from what the blind man had said. When he had spoken about the girl, he had said that she was kind and had a soft, quite voice with the hint of a Scottish brogue to it. McGee smiled at that. He had always found unique woman attractive, and being from Scotland and living in Washington DC was quite unique.

Tim was so into his thoughts that when he turned the corner in to the Bullpen, he never saw the small woman who was also rounding the corner at the exact same time. They collided, Timothy's hot coffee spilling all over the front of the young woman's white turtle neck sweater.

The woman let out a cry of surprise. "Oi! What was that for, ye blind fool! No pun intended there, Jarrett." She scolded, her accent thick, and that was when McGee knew that he had just met Kayla McCleaven.

"I-i-im so-so sorry! Here let me help you with that." McGee began to pat down the front of the girls steaming sweater, not aware of the crimson blush that covered her face.

Whack. McGee's head turned at the hard impact of her hand on his cheek. "Don't touch me!" She cried out, trying to pull the sticking material from her body. "Owwie! It burns!" She cried, finally ripping the shirt from her body.

McGee stared wide eyes at the two twin breasts that appeared before his face, concealed only by a flimsy white tank top and a black bra. Wow, now where had those come from? She had to be at least a size 34 D.

"Kayla? What's going on? Are you alright? Is someone hurting you? If they are just tell me who and I'll teach them better than to mess with my little sister." Came a heavy, dark, accented masculine voice.

McGee took a gulp of air. The second sibling had arrived. Jarret McCleaven.

"I'm okay Jerr, its just that I got some coffee spilled down the front of me." Kayla's voice was no longer hard and angry, but soft and gentle. Quiet, her accent only barely hinted in her speech. McGee groaned. What had he gotten himself into?

Jarret walked over to where his sister's voice had been directed from. He felt for her hand, then taking it, gave it a small squeeze. "You sure your alright?" He asked, concern measuring his every word.

Kayla smiled at her unseeing brother. Giving him a pat on the cheek she reassured him, "I'm sure, I'll just go borrow one of Anthony's sweaters, he seems to always have an extra pair of clothing here."

Jarret snickered at that. "That's because he probably sweats like a pig."

"Hey! I do not!" Tony's indignant voice contradicted. "I just do lots of physical work."

Kayla rolled her eyes in unison with her brother. When Tony's eyes widened and dropped down to her skimpy shirt, Kayla flushed, pulling her hand away from her brother and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Can I borrow one of your extra shirts Anthony? This Kind young gentlemen just thought to share the contents of his coffee cup with the front of my new cashmere sweater." She glared at McGee, and he flushed, dropping his to his shoes.

"DiNozzo, go get Kayla a shirt, Kate, you make the introductions." Came Gibbs's authoritive voice as he and Kate Todd entered the Bullpen. Tony nodded quickly and exited the small room for the locker room. Kate came over and smiled at Kayla and Jarret, giving McGee a slight scowl.

"McGee! What¡¦s wrong with you! Did you loose your sight over your holiday break or something? No pun intended, Jarrett." Kate demanded, making McGee flush even brighter. Jarrett rolled his eyes as the last part of the sentence, that having been the second time it had been said to him.

Kayla, now feeling bad for making one of her obvious co-workers, so guilty, gave him her most dazzling smile and held out her hand, more a peace offering than a introduction.

"Hi, its nice to meet you. My name is Kayla McCleaven and this here is my brother, Jarret."

"I-Its nice to meet the-the both of you. My names Timothy McGee, but everyone calls me McGee. I'm really sorry bout what happened." McGee apologized, feeling bad for hurting her, seeing her skin already turning a bright red from the burning liquid.

Kayla gave a tsking sound just as Tony returned with a pullover hoodie. Kayla thanked him as she pulled it on over her white/ brown tanktop. "Its no problem. Mistakes happen." Kayla gave him a reassuring pat on the cheek and walked over to her seat behind her desk.

McGee smiled and went to follow suite, but tripped over something and landed flat on his face. He gave a groan as he looked towards the source of his fall. Seeing that it was a checkered black and red converse, his eyes widened as he looked up at his attacker.

Jarret gave a wicked grin, feeling the mans gaze on him. And then his features turned serious as he frowned down at where he suspected the fallen man lay. "My sister may have forgiven you, but I don't forgive quite so easily. Don't mess with my sister McGee." And with that, Jarret stepped onto the mans back and walked over him in the direction of his desk. Pretty mean for someone who just had a minor breakdown, he thought.

McGee grunted at the weight. Oh God! What have I done!

TBC

It's so awful of what happened to Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, so Sexc suggested I throw him in there, which I did. R&R, cause that's my drug, and that's what keeps me goin'. (wink)