Special Agent Marilynn Garter stepped out of the elevator, scanning her eyes over the nearly empty bullpen of the NCIS Washington DC headquarters. There sat McGee, his fingers flying over the keys as normal (she swore she never saw him doing anything else), his eyes boring into the computer screen like they were glued there.
In the fifth desk, away from the rest, was the strange man (at least, according to Lynn), that was in fact Daniel Keating. Rather an odd man, she thought, but then again, when was she ever wrong about judging people?
Gibbs desk was empty, and so was Ziva's, but Tony's was occupied by himself. She let out in inward sigh of content.
Personally, she thought that he was really sexy with wet hair, a couple of droplets dripping down his face and onto his green dress shirt that complemented his entire make-up. He had a small smile on his face as he dried his hair with one hand, a blue towel donned in his grip, and his other starting up his computer.
He looked up at her as she stood in the middle of the bullpen, and she watched in dismay as the smile he had on his face turned into a frown in a matter of milliseconds.
"Something you want, Garter?" He questioned, spitting out her last name.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Just wondering what to do, boss."
"Well you can get out of my sight, unless you want to stick around a little more and get fired." McGee stopped typing and looked up at the conversation now.
"Boss…" She started, and then he stood up.
"No!" He shouted, pointing a finger at her, "You wanna do something? You find Roberts!" And with that, he stormed off, leaving Lynn to sigh.
"You know he really doesn't act like that." McGee said, trying to reassure her. He honestly didn't know why.
She rolled her eyes and put her hand up as if to wave him off, like it was no big deal, "Oh well, he's just probably upset that his girlfriend sleeps around."
McGee let his jaw drop a little bit, "Hold on…Ziva?" He questioned, "They're back together?"
"Yeah." She said, turning to him, "You didn't know?" She walked a little towards the junior field agent, and he shook his head.
"No…but Ziva wouldn't…" He looked down, "Not to Tony…" He looked back up at her, "Wait…how do you know this?"
"I overheard a conversation with Abby." She said, shrugging her shoulders again, "Apparently she's pregnant, and the baby's not Tony's."
McGee turned fully in his seat, "Ziva's WHAT?!"
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"No, you idiot. Press this button." Scott said, pointing to the black button.
Aaron, who was sitting next to him sighed, "Dude." He said, "No. You press the red one."
"Look at the manual!"
"I am!" He said, shaking the booklet in his lap, "It says to press the red button to send the feed back."
"Wouldn't it just be easier to call boss?" Scott asked, "Obviously we can't figure out SatNav to save our lives."
"Hey!" Aaron suddenly shouted out, stopping Scott, his finger just inches from the button, "Don't you press that! It will delete everything!" He looked down at the car, "You know, we shouldn't even be sitting in here. We should be looking for Roberts."
"Oh." Scott said, "Yeah. Come on, let's go."
"Café?" Aaron asked, and Scott nodded his head.
"Yeah, let's check there first."
As they got out of the car, Aaron smiled, "Maybe they'll have some cherry pie there."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You're such an…" He then grinned, "Oh. Yum! Cherry pie!"
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Director Leon Vance sat in his office, signing off numerous numbers of forms. Just a few more. He thought to himself as started through the piles of sheet after sheet.
Suddenly, he heard the door open, and he didn't even bother looking up, "That's what they have intercoms for, Cynthia." He rolled his eyes.
"Not Cynthia." He heard a male voice say, rather softly, and he looked up to come face to face with Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
He sighed as Gibbs closed the door and walked towards his desk. He put his pen down, closed the files, and leant back in his seat, "Agent Gibbs. That is why Cynthia is there."
"Hmm, really?" He questioned, shrugging his shoulders, "Never heard that one before."
"Coming into my office like that may have worked with Director Shepard, but she's dead Jethro, she isn't coming back."
"I know that." He said, pausing a moment before he answered.
"So why are you here? DiNozzo driving you nuts already?"
"DiNozzo is my best agent." He stated, trying to keep his anger down in his voice. He was still upset for Leon passing the promotion right under his nose.
"He was your best agent, Gibbs. He's not anymore. Team leader. Needed the change."
"Already had it." He fired back, "When you sent him out to sea…as a punishment. Remember, Leon?"
"It wasn't a punishment."
"Oh really? Well then what do they call it now?" He demanded, and Vance sighed.
"Something I can help you with, Agent Gibbs?" He walked closer to him and put two hands on his desk, leaning forward a little.
"Yeah, you can give me background research on Tony's team."
"Not gonna happen." He looked him straight in the eyes.
"And why not? You have their files."
"You're gonna have to ask Agent DiNozzo for that one. And the sooner that he and his team leave for San Diego, the better."
Gibbs stood up straight and backed away a little, "What did DiNozzo do to you anyways, Leon?"
"What makes you think he did anything?" He questioned, "And why are you questioning my moves? 7 years as an agent, he needed new scenery. Looked over his records, never stayed with one department for more than a couple of years."
"Yeah, you ever think about why he stayed here?" Gibbs demanded, and Vance stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out two glasses and pouring them each a shot of bourbon. He handed one to Gibbs, who carefully took it but didn't drink it. Vance took a sip before he answered.
"Besides Officer David?" He asked, and even Gibbs let his eyes falter for a moment as Vance twirled the glass in his hand, the liquor slightly spinning as he did so.
"If he did stay because of her." Gibbs started, after a couple of moments of silence passed, "Then why'd he take that promotion?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Wanted a different environment to work with."
"Ah," Gibbs gave a small smirk, "I understand. You still believe they screwed the pooch in LA."
"Jenny was dying." He said, but Gibbs didn't comment, he just finished what he had started earlier, before Vance interrupted.
"And then when they infiltrated Norad with Lee you thought they screwed the pooch again, didn't you, Leon?"
"I.."
"And then with McGee? You knew that Ziva was going to break, and that they were falling apart, so you decided it was best to give Tony the promotion. Once they broke up and you noticed their behavior was different you gave him the way out. And he took it. And I lost one of my damn agents because of you Leon! My best! And now I'm stuck with a computer geek who is almost as scared of a gun as Lee was, a Mossad Liaison Assassin who has mood swings, and…McGee! He was my best agent, he's my only agent. I want my only agent back!"
"You know how I feel about intimacy between co-workers."
"I do." He said, "But that's not the problem."
"I also have a strict policy about bringing work home with me."
"They're not coming home with you," Gibbs said, "But that's not the problem. The problem is you sending off my agent because of your damn policies! Well their my agents, Leon, they follow my rules."
"Or they don't. I know they broke one of your rules. Rule 11 was it? Never date a co-worker? Heard McGee talking about it on the phone just a couple of weeks ago."
"12." Gibbs corrected.
"So you're aware of it to then?" Vance asked, "Seems like we have something in common." He said, making a note of that to store in the back of his mind.
"And something we don't; DiNozzo." He commanded, wanting to know why he was sent away at such a short notice.
"He seems to be doing fine in San Diego." Vance shrugged, "He made his decision. If you didn't like it, you should have dealt with it sooner."
"Yeah, well, Leon, seems like I didn't get that memo, did I?" He said, as he started towards the door.
"Agent Gibbs." He stopped him, and he slightly turned.
"Leon?"
"You give me proof that your team needs him back." Vance said, "And I'll…" He sighed, "Ask him if he wants his job back."
Gibbs smirked, "Proof?" He questioned as he opened up the door, "Just send up Ziva," and with that he started out of the door, pausing in the doorway, turning back to him just slightly, "You don't mess with my team, Leon." He said, piercing him with his blue eyes before closing the door behind him.
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Scott burped as he came out of the café, "Ew!" Aaron said, smacking him on the arm, "What the hell was that?"
"That pie was good."
"Maybe we should get back." Aaron asked, looking around a little, "I don't think that…" He stopped as he saw the man that was walking towards the Charger. He reached for his gun.
"Whoa, what are you doing? Look…I'm sorry about burping dude, but I thought that was okay…"
"Scott." Aaron hissed, "Look at the man walking towards our car." He muttered under his breath, and Scott looked up.
"Roberts." They both said at the same time, Scott reaching for his gun as well, taking it out of his holster.
"Okay, you take that side, I'll take this side. Sneak up on him." Aaron whispered as they crouched down a little, ducking behind trees, hiding behind people, and trying to blend in. It was then that they were close to the car, Scott on the side of another car next to the Charger, his gun at the ready, and Aaron on the other.
They let their eyes meet for just a second or two before they both nodded at each other, "FREEZE! Federal Agents!" Scott yelled as he jumped out, scaring Roberts. He quickly backed up and turned the other way, only to come head to head with the barrel of Aaron's gun. He almost immediately started to sweat as he turned the other way, where Scott was slowly walking towards him, "Don't move!" He called.
"We just wanna talk, Daniel." Aaron supplied, and then he started to hyperventilate.
"I didn't do it! I didn't do it! You can't! No! No! NO!" He said, as he started to lose control of his movements. He braced himself against the car, "I…I…I…I didn't do it!" He shouted again.
"Daniel, we just wanna talk." Aaron repeated again, and then he promptly fell the ground from lack of air, and he started to cry a little bit as he wiggled on the ground.
"No! No! No! NO!" He shouted over and over again as the two agents holstered their guns again, Aaron pulling out the handcuffs and placing them on the Daniel Roberts that Scott managed to grab and pull up off of the ground. As they opened up the door and shoved him in, they turned to each other.
"And you thought that Lynn was nuts?" Aaron asked, and Scott just laughed as Scott took the driver's seat, Aaron going around, locking the doors.
"Dude, boss is going to be so proud of us…you wanna know what that means?" Scott asked, and Aaron grinned as he turned to his friend.
"No paperwork!" They both yelled at the same time, giving each other high fives before Aaron took off, the tires squealing in the process.
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So sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been super sick. I'm not better at all. But I feel kinda bad for not updating. So here you go! Review please! I love you all, I do!
QUOTE:
"Cynthia. Send up Officer David." -Vance