Hey pplz I'm really plzd with the reviews I've gotten for this story. Although from looking at story stats (if you've read Wands and Wings) I have over 4,000 hits and only about 150 reviews total. I've also figured out her name is Cynthia (Jenny's secretary). So thank you to all who reviewed! (Glares at the people who did not review)
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own NCIS or Maximum Ride I just borrow them for my own evil intent of ruling the world. :)
Max P.O.V.
"Max meet Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
It was the man who was there when I blacked out.
"Figured out who she is, Director?" He asked Jenny. I hate it when people don't talk to me directly, I mean I can speak too ya know!
"My name is Max. And you must be Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." I stated calmly. He looked mildly surprised at how I responded, well he's just going to have to get used to it.
"How did you get here?" He asked. I was still cautious of him so I said,
"I really hate repeating myself, for future reference. I was being chased by some very powerful and dangerous people. They knocked me out until I woke up and made my way here." I left out that bit about the flock, who knows if these people are the enemy or not.
"Well we can protect you here." He told me. As if that's going to reassure me. Me of all people.
"So Jenny's told me." He raised his eyebrows at my use of her first name. "But no matter what they will never stop until they find me and kill me." I informed him.
"Well we better get you to Autopsy so Ducky can check out those cuts." He stated looking resigned. Autopsy?! Now isn't that where they check out dead bodies? Call me crazy but I don't plan on being a dead body anytime soon.
"What do mean autopsy?" I queried, even more suspicious than I had been before. Agent Gibbs saw my fear and tried to reassure me.
"Our ME Doctor Mallard is just as good on living people as dead ones and right now you need a doctor." He said his face softening slightly.
"Fine but first sign of trouble and I'm out." I informed him. He chuckled.
"Whatever you say." With he exited the room.
"Is he always like this?" I asked Jenny. She looked very tired.
"Unfortunately, yes." She sighed. I laughed; this was going to be fun. We made our way out and found Gibbs waiting by the elevators. Ok not good me + small spaces = panic. I got in anyway. Gibbs pressed a button and the elevator began to descend. Finally there was a small ding and the doors pried themselves open. Gibbs took up a brisk pace down the hall and Jenny and I followed. We walked down the hall until we got to a pair of sliding door with a sign marked Autopsy. The doors slid open at Gibbs command and we walked in, me limping slightly.
"Duck, we need your help." He called. I looked around, taking in the sterile, white walls and the steel slabs. I shuddered. It was just like the school.
"Yes what is it Jethro?" A British accent echoed off the walls. A man walked up. He had glasses and was a bit shorter than I am.
"Max, this is Doctor Mallard, More commonly known as Ducky." Gibbs informed me.
"A pleasure to meet you, my dear. But if you don't mind my asking how did you get so beat up?" He asked looking at me curiously.
"Just give her the routine checkup. Please Duck." Gibbs said looking at him, conveying more then he said, through those blue eyes.
"Alright then. Over here please." Ducky told me motioning over to where one of the metal tables. I sat on it and he began to examine me. "Well it looks like you have some bruised ribs that should heal in about two days." So about a day for me. He went and got what looked like a first aid kit and began to bandage my wounds. "So have you met the rest of the team yet?" Ducky asked bandaging a cut on my forearm.
"What?" I replied curiously.
"Jethro is the leader of a team of NCIS agents. Agent Anthony Dinozzo, Officer Ziva David and Agent Timothy McGee." He told me.
"No I haven't met them yet." I told him still curious.
"Well then my dear you are in for a surprise." He chuckled and wrapped the last bandage around my calf. "Alright you're done. And I hope we can meet again under better circumstances." He said with a fatherly smile.
"Thank you Ducky." I said with a slight smile. I walked back over to Gibbs and Jenny. Jenny smiled at me.
"Better?" She asked.
"Much." I responded.
"Jethro, why don't you take her back to the squad room and introduce her to the others." She said and you could tell it was an order, not just a suggestion.
"Of course Director." He said. She left and I just stood there not knowing who I should follow.
"Well are you coming or not?" Gibbs asked.
"Of course." I replied. We stepped into the elevator and went up about three floors.
Suddenly the doors opened and I could hear whisper/yells of "Gibbs is coming!" Gibbs gave a small smile. I could tell his team was very well disciplined. We entered the squad room and I saw three people working. There were four desks and three were occupied. The closest to the elevator was the other man who rescued me. He definitely looked like the type who spent way too much time with women. Directly across was a young woman with long, black hair and she looked faintly exotic. Sitting diagonal from her was a young man typing away furiously on a computer.
"Boss!" The first man said.
"I want you guys to meet Max." Gibbs announced. They looked at me curiously.
"Gibbs what is she doing here?" The young woman asked in a slightly Israeli accent.
Gibbs ignored that and plowed right on, "Max this is Agent Tony Dinozzo." He pointed to the first man. "Officer Ziva David." He indicated the young woman; she looked at me with a nod. "And this is Timothy McGee." He said indicating the young man typing.
He looked up and smiled at me.
"So Max how are you doing? You were pretty banged up earlier." Tony asked looking concerned.
"I'm fine thanks for saving me earlier. I owe you one." I shot him a smile.
"So Max I guess you're going to be here for a while." Agent McGee stated.
"I suppose so, Agent McGee." I said nonchalantly.
"You can call me Tim." He said looking at me.
"So Max we were about to head to the training center. Want to come along?" Tony asked.
Oooh training center that means fake fighting. This would be fun. "Alright let's do it."
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~Silentflier