(NCIS crossover)

NCIS POV

"So, what do we got here DiNozzo?"

He hands his boss the file. "Elisabeth Rushman, age 19. Born in Budapest, parents unknown. Basically her whole life is unknown, boss. Except for her lengthy record."

"Lengthy, huh?" Gibbs replied. "Get anything off her during the arrest?"

"Two earwigs and her wallet."

Gibbs nodded and handed him back the file. "Here we go then."

ELISABETH POV

The head agent entered the room and stood across from me. He started talking, but all i got from reading his lips was something about a 'navy lieutenant' and a 'boat dock'. After he saw my confused look, he got up in my face and said, 'is there something wrong here?'

I leaned back, raising a brow, and said, "I'm sorry, but I haven't understood a word you said for the past…." I looked down at my watch, "Five minutes. I can only lip-read so much."

He mouthed and signed, 'Deaf?' I nodded my head in reply.

"Those things your agents confiscated from me were my hearing aids." He turned around and knocked on the glass, telling the people on the other side to get them.

'What did you understand?'

I signed back to him, 'You asked what the freakin' hell i was doing there.'

'I didn't say freakin',' he replied.

'Oh, I know. But you eyes said it.'

The door opened and a goth-looking chick walked through. She set my aids on the table and signed her apologies.

'It's okay, I probably would have done the same thing.' I slipped both of them back in my ears and sighed in relief as they buzzed to life.

"Agent, do you read me? Agent, report!"

"Thank you, sir." I said to the agent. "Now, can you tell me everything over again…."

"How did you lose your freakin' hearing aids, Bromanoff?!"

I reached up and turned down my hearing aid a little.

"Let's just cut to the chase, Ms Rushman." He began, motioning for the goth to leave the room. "What were you doing at the crime scene?"

I smiled and shook my head. "You don't have enough clearance for that."

"Clearance? From who?" I shrugged in reply, and leaned back in the chair crossing my arms. "Who do you work for?"

"Not enough clearance for that either."

He gave me a look. "Who is it? FBI, CIA, Homeland? I can get them to tell me."

"Trust me, agent," I replied. "It ain't one of them."

"Then who-"

The door burst open and I smiled.

"Director! Finally..."

"Of what?" Gibbs exclaimed.

My director held out his hand. "Phil Coulson, director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division."

"That's a mouthful," he replied.

"I know. We hear that alot." He came to stand beside me. "Now why is one of my best agents in your custody."

"Our mission ran into their little investigation," I replied.

He raised his brow. "Again? You're getting rusty, Sparrow." Coulson turned to the man. "Our agency was invesigating a crime ring over in that vicinity. We did not intend to encroach on you in anyway." He opemed his breifcase and pulled out a file. "Here is Ms Rushman's allibi and any information I can give you on her mission."

"For a government agency I just heard about, you are very good with first impressions," Gibbs replied. "You are free to go. Give one of my agents a phone number in case of further questioning."

"We can do that." The men shook hands again and we walked out of the room.

Once we got to the car, Coulson smacked me on the back of the head. "What did I tell you about not getting caught?"

"I tried," I exclaimed, rubbing the back of my head. "It was the Israeli that tipped them off. She's good, REALLY good. And seriuosly, the head slap? That's a little harsh, Supernanny."

He cocked his brow. "You've been hanging around Stark again?"

"No, my dad," I shot back. "I have years of comebacks in stock now, Coulson. You better watch out."

"Remember: so do I," he replied. "And I have the pictures to prove it."

I crossed my arms. "You don't have anything."

He turned and started me straight in the face. "Safehouse, Jamacia, you were 8."

My eyes widened. "You wouldn't…"

"Oh, I would, Bromanoff." He grinned.

"I told him to stop calling me that."

He shifted the car into drive. "Well, you know Wade. He just doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."

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