I looked up at Tony and saw that he did notice. "Well, little darlin' where did that accent come from?" He was imitating a southern accent and doing a poor job at it. I shot a glare at him, holstered my gun. I flipped my hair as I turned and walked gracefully out the door. I entered the squad room and walked to my desk to put my gun away. McGee called over to me "Hey Jessi could you go down to Abby's lab and see what she has? I can't find the boss or Tony." I sighed. "Sure, Oh by the way Tony's down in the shooting gallery." He looked at me seeing that something was wrong. "I don't want to talk about it."

Down in the lab Abby had her back to the door. "Gibbs" She guessed her back was still turned. I laughed silently "Try again" She turned and ask "Hey Jess what's wrong?" "Its just that Tony made a stupid wise crack when I accidentally let my southern accent slip." "Well, why do you try to hide your accent any way?" She was looking me straight in the eye now. "Well I guess its because my brother and I got picked on a lot when we were younger because our accents were so much thicker than all of the other kids." I shook my head and then reminded myself of why I was here. "Tim said you had something." "Oh, yeah come here. I know its your first day but you might understand this." She was talking very fast now and it was getting very hard to understand her. But I listened hard and was able to keep up. After she was done explaining she motioned for me to follow her to her office. "Okay, why don't you tell me a bit more about yourself."

I sighed and began. "Well as I have said I have a brother. A twin brother to be exact. He went into the Army just like I went into the Marines. His name is Major Jasper Jackson Whitlock. He looks a lot like me except his hair is much shorter. He was named after out great-great grandfather who was a Major in the Confederate Army. We were born and raised in Huston, Texas in the Old Whitlock Manor. We lost our father Chief Petty Officer Anthony Whitlock during Desert Storm. Jazz and I were only two or three years old at the time. We were raised by our mother who passed away from a heart attack when we were only eight years old. My brother and I are all each other has left. I haven't seen my brother in about six years" I finished and touched the small gold heart-shaped locket that I never took off. This locket has a picture of my brother and I that was taken one Easter Sunday. This was the last birthday present that our mother had given me. "That was a very touching story but don't you have work to do." We spun around to see Gibbs standing in the doorway. "Gibbs, your late I've already told Jess what I found." Abby walked over to Gibbs and took the caf-pow out of his hand. "Why aren't you down in the shooting gallery doing your weapons proficiency?" Gibbs turned to face me. I sighed. "I did shoot and all of the bullets went in one hole. Then Dinozzo made a stupid wise crack about southerners. So I stormed off." "What would make Dinozzo make a wise crack about southerners?" I sighed again. "I was born and raised in Huston, Texas." "Huh, a twin brother, I thought the name Whitlock sounded familiar." I looked at him confused and he just motioned for me to follow him.

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