Author's Note: Okay, this is a re-write, so it's not like the first one I had, which I was stupid enough to delete. I cried so hard. Sexc felt bad for thinking I wasn't until she heard me, lol. So, here's chapter 3. Sorry for the delay, but there's school to think about! Hee! Enjoy!

hernajz - god damn

zpropadeně - dammit

Do prdele ze - Fuck off

Čas až k navrhnout člen určitý dobrý výstřel - It's time to bring in the big guns

Chapter 3: Orgasms, Jealousy, and Hobos! Oh my!

He walked rather slowly, whether it was from the rain or his tiredness. He didn't know. Jarrett sighed, pulling Toby back from whatever he attempted to run after. The dog gave a soft whine, but returned to his duties, but Jarrett knew that Toby couldn't help but want to just explore this new place further. He entered the hotel Kayla and he were staying in, and with some difficulty, managed to find their room. He was worried that maybe Toby led him to the wrong door, but when he knocked and was answered, wished he was.

"Where the hell have you been, dammit! Oh, wait. Don't answer that, I already know where. But you could've called!" Kayla shouted, and Jarrett winced, grinning sheepishly as he let Toby off the harness and made his way blindly into the room. He ignored Kayla's protests, and lay back, despite the sogginess that was threaded in his jacket.

"I got us the job." He could just see Kayla's face lighting up. He heard the sound of a chair falling before his sister began whooping, probably hopping up and down, startling Toby, who began to bark immediately, reflecting her joy. He laughed, then sneezed. Kayla immediately stopped jumping to look at him. Tsking, she clapped her hand.

"Up, and get into the shower before you catch your death." She took the hand that Jarrett held up and hauled her brother to his feet, leading him towards the bathroom. Once there, she proceeded to help him remove his clothing, and into the shower, setting the temperature so the young man wouldn't burn himself. She sauntered over to the toilet, putting the lid down, and took her seat, staying close just in case Jarrett slipped.

"What shift did you get us?" She asked over the sound of rushing water. This was a skip in the beat of the water that should've hit the shower floor, before she finally heard it again. He was washing his hair, most likely.

"You did get nightshift, right?" She asked cautiously. Jarrett made a noncommittal but decidedly unencouraging noise in his throat. He leaned into the side of the tile wall, enjoying the feel of the water as it cascaded down his chest and shoulders, cradling in his navel, before continuing its descent downwards. He titled his head back so his neck was bare to the spray, and made a low mumbling noise at the gentle caresses of the water against his neck, ever so gracefully dancing lower until it came to the end of his neck, hiding in the hollow between his collar bones, coaxing the heat back to his limbs, recuperating temperature back to normal, instead of the cold numbness that he had endured from the rain.

"I made sure that he had... flexible hours." He finally replied, struggling as he bent his head again so the water would cleanse some of the suds from his hair, but not all of it. Kayla would have to help him with that. His sister smiled, watching as Toby nudged open the bathroom door and meandered in, laying down at her feet. She placed one against his fur and stroked through it, watching as he gave into the feeling and rolled onto his side, his eyes shut in content.

"Good." Was all she said. When Jarrett claimed he was done, she stood and shooed Toby out, before helping her brother out. She patted him down, absorbing the droplets of water that had begun to cool out of its normal environment. She stood atop the toilet in order to reach his hair, and managing to get most of the suds out. He wrapped the towel around his hips, letting it hang, before he made his way out of the bathroom and towards his bed, keeping one hand on the wall as he did so. Kayla watched him as he sat down, then went to fetch his evening clothing: a pair of boxers and sweat pants. She helped him slide into those, and watched as he, exhausted, throw himself back onto the bed, Toby eagerly joining him, turning a lap, before settling between the blind man's leg with his head on his master's thigh. Kayla sat on her own bed; her legs stretched out, and picked up her romance book. Pausing, she looked over to her brother. His lush mouth was hanging open a little as he sat, staring up at the ceiling in wide-eyed consternation. The tip of his tongue curled out with hypnotic sinuousness to lick his lips, leaving them entrancingly glossy in the lamplight of the hotel. As wrong as it looked (she and her dirty mind), it was his way of thinking. In a quiet environment. Not like the bullpen, where people chattered constantly. But here, or somewhere isolated. It was relaxing to see him like this. She didn't have to worry. She evaded her eyes, and picked up on her page she left off at.

Following Day

"I'm not wearing a hernajz sweater!" Jarrett yelled, causing Kayla to wince.

"Ssh! I bet the whole god damn hotel can hear you! Jeez! Get over it!" She thrust the sweater in his arms for him to hold while she got out his black jeans, then helped him into the sweater with some resistance. Toby was laying on the bed, watching as Kayla scrambled around to get everything in order. His head jerked up at Jarrett's hiss of pain, and Kayla's head whirled around.

"You okay?" She asked, concern heavy in her voice. Jarrett nodded, waving her off. She narrowed her eyes. His hand was clutching at his bad leg, and it hurt Kayla to see him like that. They left food for Tony, and as they left, Kayla asked if Jarrett would need his cane. He paused, and fetched it, before joining her again. The duo had decided to walk, since the distance between the hotel and the NCIS building weren't that far. It was only when they got to the front doors did Kayla take off. Jarrett walked into the building, sweat raining off of his body, drenching his white polo sweater. He turned his head in the direction of Kayla and frowned, he couldn't hear the clicking of her heels. Where had she gone?

"Kayla?" He called out. When he didn't get a reply he began to get paranoid. Aggravated.

"Kayla McCleaven! Answer me right this minute or else you're going to get it young lady!" His chest began to constrict when yet again there was no reply. Where the hell was she?

A Scream rippled out from where the NCIS building had a slight alleyway where the building and parking lot were laid out side by side. Jarrett bolted in the direction of the feminine scream. His sister's scream. Kayla's scream.

"Let go ye bloody pervert! Give it back! Ye stupid fool! Let it go!" Kayla cried as the man proceeded to yank at her purse, her accent thick. "Go get your fucking own shit! Get you own job!"

"Let go of her!" Jarrett ordered, his gun pointed in the direction of where he'd heard the male voice.

Kayla looked at her brother and groaned. This was not the time for Jarrett to go all macho on her. Acting as if she couldn't look after herself. Kayla gave one last tug of her purse and kicked the bum in the butt, sending him reeling farther into the alley. "Get your own purse and if you wanted some money all you had to do was ask!"

Jarrett's unseeing eyes flew to where he heard his sister's soft, faintly accented voice. What was she talking about? "Uh Kayla? What exactly is going on here?" He flicked the safety back onto his gun and then began to scratch his head confusedly with it.

Kayla ignored her brother, her complete attention on the man that had tried to steal her purse. She walked over to where she had kicked him and found him cowering in the corner, tears streaking down his dirty face. Kayla wasn't shocked to see that he had to be only a few years older than herself. 25 at the most. "Hey," She said soothingly, her hand reaching out slowly to the young man. He looked up at her, his blue eyes sad and his cheeks blotchy from his tears.

"I'm so sorry ma'am. I just got evicted from my home. And I just got fired last week from my job at the police station. I know that I was wrong but I needed the money so that I could go and rent out an apartment until I got a new job. I really am sorry ma'am!" He choked out, a new onslaught of tears gushing from his beautiful blue eyes.

Kayla couldn't stand seeing this young man that somehow reminded her of her brother when he let his guard down, in pain. She wrapped her arms gently around him and began to rock him, murmuring soft Gaelic words from her childhood in his ear. The man sobbed into her shoulder, his strong arms wrapping around Kayla's tiny waist and soaking in her comfort. "Shhh, it's okay, it's all going to be just fine. I'm gonna help you." Kayla leaned back a fraction from the man and gently wiped away a stray strand of hair from his forehead away. She tenderly pressed a soft kiss to his temple before beginning the rocking rhythm once again.

Jarrett, knowing that his prescience had been totally forgotten, sat down on a crate and listened curiously to the scene that was being played out in front of him. Now what is Kayla up to? She better not be picking up another damned stray or I'll be all over her ass like Gibbs is to T—Ungg!

"What's your name sweetie?" Kayla asked cutely.

The man blushed at her soft spoken words. This had to be heaven! Getting fired and evicted was sooo worth it! "Uh-uh I-It's Jamie. Jamie Brown."

Kayla smiled winningly at him. She held out her hand and helped to pull him to his feet as she introduced herself. "It's very nice to meet you Jamie, my name is Kayla and that bump on a log over there is my brother Jarrett. Beware though, he bites."

Jamie laughed at this, but seeing that Kayla's expression was serious, he coughed nervously. "Are-are you serious?"

"Do I look anything but, sweetheart? Now enough about that cranky little boy, now's the time that I help you." Kayla smiled both at the sputtering Jarret who had turned a deep red at the lightly placed insult and also smiling at the young man in front of him. If she didn't already have a crush on a certain someone she would totally dig this handsome stranger. He had sandy blond, unruly hair, and a nice and broadly muscular structure. Kayla whistled inwardly. If Jarrett could see this young man, he'd most likely have wet dream about him. Kayla giggled before pulling out her wallet and cell phone, now turning serious.

"You really don't have to help me miss, I-" Jamie began but was cut off by a, "Shhh" from Kayla as she clicked a speed dial on her phone.

"Mathew? How are you? Ya, how'd you know? No, no we're both doing well but thank you for asking. Umm no not that, I was actually calling to ask for a favor? Oh my god, you're so sweet! Stop it, your making me blush!" Kayla laughed lightly into the phone as she flirted with the man on the other end, causing both Jamie and Jarrett's hair to stand on end protectively. Kayla on the other hand continued her light conversation joyfully. "So you know how you said that you owed me that favor? Ya, that one for getting you that magazine that you wanted? Well I would be sooo happy if you could repay it right now." Kayla listened into the phone for a few seconds and then laughed softly. "No, no. I was wondering if there were anymore interview spaces left for becoming an officer for NCIS. That's what I thought. Could you make one exception for me please?" Kayla stretched the word, 'please,' out like she was a little kid begging for an extra cookie. She let out a cry of joy a few seconds later and kissed the speaker part of her phone. "Oh my god! I love you sooo much! Thank you sooo much! We'll be right there. Talk to you soon hun!" Kayla hung up her phone and turned to the two amused looking men. She ran over to Jamie and smiled brightly up at him. "You have an interview for a position as an officer In a little over an hour. If we hurry, we can get you cleaned up and ready for this interview in no time!"

Jamie felt a sting of tears form behind his closed lids at Kayla's generosity. What had he ever done that would have made her want to help him so much? He couldn't imagine anything. He finally managed to choke out a, "Thank you."

Kayla waved it off kindly. Patting his cheek she said soothingly, "You deserve it honey. Now lets get to it!" She cried out happily, clapping her hands together before grabbing both Jarrett's and Jamie's hands and leading them in the direction of the NCIS main doors. Jarrett dug his heels into the ground, refusing to be pushed around by his younger sister when she was in one of her bossy moments. Kayla didn't even stop. Letting out a shrill whistle she stated, "Come on Jarrett, I ain't holding the elevator for you!"

Jarrett let out a string of mumbled oaths as he snapped out his cane and trudged after his sister and her friend the, 'Bum named Jamie.'

Kayla stopped at the main door and waited for her brother. "Hurry along you slow turtle!" She cried out to him, her order coming out soft and quite but Jarrett still picked up on it.

Jarrett let out a scowl at his sister as he neared her. "Hello? Blind, remember?Zpropadeně."

Kayla patted his cheek before pushing him in the direction of the revolving door. Jarrett looked back at her, hurt written all over his face. "You not coming?" He pouted and Kayla had to smile at the cute face he made. She had to admit, her brother, standing there in the heat, sweat making his tight sweater stick to him, and his lower lip protruding as he pouted fetchingly, was hot.

"Tony's right there, I can see that he's looking at you." As if to prove her point, she waved Tony over and he all but bound across the pavement.

"Hey guys! Wow! Jarrett…Nice top. Very you." Tony smirked as his wicked eyes greedily took in the man in front of him. Damn! Have to make sure that he always wears sweaters in this heat!

Jarrett whacked the guy in the arm. "Do prdele ze, it's damn hot out here. Just get me inside."

Tony wasn't even the least bit perturbed at Jarrett's demanding manner. He actually found it quite sexy. Tony looked over at Kayla and his eyes went wide at the sight of the man beside her. Double damn! "Hello, the names Tony. And you are?"

Jamie shook Tony's hand, confused slightly? Was this man giving him a flirtatious look? He had to admit that he as attractive but Jamie just didn't swing that way. He shook the man's hand though, self-conscious of how he looked. "Jamie, Jamie Brown. It's nice to meet you."

Tony had an un-natural ability to tell if someone was gay and he immediately knew that this man wasn't. Too bad… "Well we'll just head on up, you know to the bullpen. See ya later Kayla. Nice meeting you Jamie." And then they were gone.

"Let's go." Kayla said taking off in the direction. She took Jamie back to the hotel room and within 45 minutes, Jamie was washed, shaved and dressed in some of Jarrett's older clothes that were to big for him. Kayla gave a nod of approval at the work that she had done. Still got it. Kayla remembered all the time that she had taken to study the arts of becoming a beautician and was satisfied that she was still as good as ever. And Jamie looked Hot!

"You'll do," Was all that she said before rushing him out and into her rental car once more. Jarret and her still hadn't picked out a car yet and so had had to rent one for the time being. They made it back to the office just in time for Jamie's interview. Kayla wished him good luck and just before he walked into the room for his interview she shoved a wad of cash in his hand and then a hotel key.

"Kayla I-" Jamie began speechless at the amount of money that had been placed in his hands. It had to be over 7 thousand! That was a lot of money for one little girl to be carrying around with her!

Kayla just shook her head. "This should help you pick out a new apartment and you can stay in the hotel for the rest of the month. Then you're on your own. I really do hope that you get the job and good luck!" Kayla gave him a kiss on the cheek and then was gone.

Jamie just stared after her. His angel. "Take care, Kayla. And thank you," He whispered before bracing himself and walking into the interview room.

The Bullpen

Jarrett lounged in his chair, waiting impatiently for his sister to hurry up and get there. He didn't like that she had went off along with the man that had tried to mug her. And to help him! Jarrett flung his pencil across the room in his annoyance. He turned his head sharply at the sound of a cry.

Tony let out a yelp as something sharp struck him hard in the ass. He looked back behind him and whimpered as he saw the sharp mechanical pencil sticking out of his butt. "JARRETT!" He yelled as he began to hop around from one foot to the other. "Owe owe owe owe owieeeeee!"

"DiNozzo! What's with all of the screaming!" Gibbs demanded, making his entrance into the bullpen, Kate nowhere to be seen. Gibbs took in the gaping Jarrett to the bouncing Tony with the object protruding from his ass to grasp some understanding of what exactly was going on. Gibbs walked quickly over to his lover and growled harshly, "Shut up and be still Tony," Before yanking the pencil from his butt. Tony let out a howl of pain.

Tony swatted at Gibbs before grabbing at his bottom and biting back the sobs that threatened. Gibbs's eyes widened at this. Tony, about to cry? He gave an almost silent snarl. No one hurt his DiNozzo. Gibbs turned to Jarrett, whose jaw was still gaping open. Gibbs snapped at the man. "I don't like the prospect of members of my team being put into harm just because you're in a testy mood."

Jarrett stiffened at his 'bosses' harsh words. 'Testy' mood? He bit back the sharp retort that was on the tip of his tongue. Swallowing back his remark, he stated calmly, "My apologies to the both of you. I shouldn't have thrown that pencil. If it would have been a school yard I would have got sent to the wall for the rest of my recess."

Gibbs glared at Jarrett. "Are you normally lippy with all your CO's Mr. McCleaven?"

Jarrett shook his head negatively. "I was making a metaphor sir, that was all. No offense intended."

"You're forgiven," Tony said, rubbing his posture and heading in the direction of the elevator. "I'm going to take a visit to Ducky if that's ok with you boss."

Gibbs only nodded, still glaring at the blind man. He had so much more to say to the sassy young man but at that moment he was cut of by a delicate cough. He looked over to the entrance of the bullpen to see Kayla McCleaven walking over to where she sat. She coughed again, this time with a little more force, her eyes closed and her hand covering her mouth. "Miss. McCleaven, is there a reason that you're late for work today?"

Kayla looked quickly up at him and smiled tiredly. "Just got in late I guess." She looked over to Jarrett's imploring gaze. He had taken off his sun glasses and his unseeing eyes seemed dark. Stressed… Kayla narrowed her eyes slightly at that thought. This Gibbs guy was stressing her brother out. She did not need him having heart failure in the middle of his job. "Jerr? You okay? You're looking a bit stressed? You gonna be ok or do you wanna take a walk?" Kayla gave Gibbs such a quick look of disgust that he wasn't even sure that her expression had changed.

Jarrett's features softened, feeling guilty that he had made his sister worry about him. He shook his head, knowing that Kayla would see the slight gesture. "I'm fine Kay-Kay. Never mind me."

Kayla smiled at her brother. "'Kay."

Gibbs knew that there was no point in pursuing the matter that had been his main priority only moments ago. Sighing, he massaged the bridge of his nose for a moment before issuing out the orders. "Jarrett, I need you go get the results from Abby. Kayla, you get the paperwork."

Kayla sighed as she got to her work at hand. Fuck.

Jarrett groaned as he got up from his seat, his leg protesting. He froze for a moment, then not hearing anyone comment on his slight noise, he proceeded towards Abby and the lab. Yah! Here I come Abbs!

McGee walked into the bullpen, sweating like a pig and gasping for air like a guppy out of water. Who the hell was cruel enough to force young men to wear ties and full suits in this damn heat! He sat down in his chair and sighed. He got a murmured greeting from Jarrett who was hard at work listening to tapes of interrogations on possible suspects. The geek still wondered how the blind man was able to do that. McGee closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of his chair. He was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard a soft, feminine moan from the other side of the bullpen. His eyes flew open and he looked over to the source of the noise. His eyes nearly bulged from his head. Fucking ace!

"Ahh…" Kayla moaned once more, sitting on the floor in front of her desk, straddle position, fanning herself with a folder of paper work. "Oh yesss…" The word 'yes' was hissed seductively from her lush pink lips.

McGee nearly climaxed right then and there. Holy hell! He looked down at the innocent Kayla who looked right at that moment, anything but. She looked as if she had just reached her climax and was now coming back down from the euphoria, her face flushed and her cheeks rosy. Damn. At that moment McGee knew then and there that Kayla was a woman meant to please, weather she knew it or not. Dammit she was a living fantasy.

Kayla's eyes flashed open and she smiled at McGee. "The heat is scorching today is it not Timothy?"

McGee gulped before speaking. "Uh-uh yes I-it sure, sure is." McGee cursed himself for his childish stutter. Little did he know, it was one of the things that Kayla found most appealing about him. Even…Charming.

Kayla just smiled at him. Jarrett smiled to himself as he pretended to be listening to the tape recorder in his hands. So his little sister liked to flirt with Geeks huh? Well, he'd just have to do something about that. He grinned wickedly at the thought before leaning his head back once more to enjoy the tape of his sister's and his own singing that he had switched a while back with the actual interrogation tape. Jarrett already knew who the suspect was that had killed the marine, and all he had to do was wait for Gibbs to get back from Sheppard's office to educate him.

Interrogation

Jarrett paced the crampingly small room with an intimidating strut to it, his dark sunglasses shading his eyes so that their suspect wouldn't know he was blind as he pretended to read the folder. After he had been caught listening to Kayla and himself sing, Gibbs had made him listen to the other tapes again. And discovered something. It was brief, and hard to hear, but he heard it. Isaak. Jonathan Ash and Isaak Nirveda. Tony sat across from their suspect, his eyes staring into his. Jonathan fidgeted. Everything was getting to him. The lack of drug in his system, the two stoic agents, the small room... It was Jarrett who began the questioning.

"Do you know a man by the name of Isaak Niverda?" He winced at having to be the one that made the man jump.

"No!" Jonathan snapped, and even though he couldn't see it, Jarrett heard the sneer in the voice. Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Nervous? Or are you coming down from your high?" He said with that all too cocky voice, and Jonathan glared.

"No." He hissed, and Jarrett rotated again so he was behind Tony's chair, and leaned against the one way glass. This was going to be a looooong interrogation. They kept at it for the better half of an hour, trying and trying to rip more information out of the junkie, but they continuously failed. Jarrett as fed up.

"Well, we tried to play it cool, tried not to get dirty, but now, we have to." He said, patting the desk and walking out, a confused Tony on his heels. When he exited the room, he was met by an angry looking Jethro Gibbs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked, his voice demanding authority. Jarrett grinned, turning his head in the direction of his sister.

"Čas až k navrhnout člen určitý dobrý výstřel." He said, and ignored the looks from his confused co-workers.

Jonathan's fingers fiddled wildly, his heart racing. His eyes darted up as one of the agents from before entered the room, then a female one. He snorted. As if they bring in a girl. If I didn't spill anything last time, this time ain't different. How wrong he was. Kayla and Jonathan stared at one another, before she turned to her brother.

"A bit hot, don't you think?" She asked, and Jarrett nodded in agreement. Jonathan's jaw dropped as the female agent removed her shirt, revealing a white tank top that hung low on her breasts, showing off a large tattoo of a heart, pierced by an arrow, a ribbon wrapped in front of it with the word 'Jarrett' on it. The other male agent had taken his off too, but to reveal a different one that only showed the top of his neck, right below the middle where the collar bone ended, and a similar heart was there, yet the words were 'Kayla'. The female agent smiled pleasantly at Jonathan, who was staring wide-eyed and drooling forming at the side of his mouth.

On the other side of the glass, Tony had pressed himself up against the window, a string of saliva threatening to break loose, his nose scrunched as he stared, mesmerized. Kate rolled her eyes, turning to her boss.

"You're not going to let him do that, are you?" Gibbs snorted, and brought his head to the back of Tony's head, giving it a good whack, which made Tony jerk into the window and let out a pained mewl. No one saw McGee's jealous look.

By now, they had Jonathan singing like a bird. Jarrett had begun to pace again, and Jonathan became more nervous. Kayla watched as Jarrett pressed the question, each time creating more of a tension on the junkie. Kayla swallowed hard, sweat forming on her forehead. Something wasn't right. This is going to get dangerous. And it did. It was sudden and sufficient, because when it happened, it caught Jarrett off guard.

A/N: And that's the first big Cliff hanger! Now, I think the interrogation part was longer, but I can't remember. And Sexc played a great deal in writing this chapter. In the next, we get a little insight on her past. (gasps of suspense) Yeah, so, keep on reviewin' and we'll keep on writin'.