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Disclaimer: I do not own Max Ride or N.C.I.S. blah, blah, blah. I don't even know why I bother. If I did own it I wouldn't be here! Haha!
Max P.O.V.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" I asked softly, gazing down.
"I really do." She answered. I looked at her.
"I don't think I can." I had spilled our secret once and that had been a disaster, now, I'm going to protect with everything I have. "I don't know why the government would be after me. I'm just a kid," I told her flatly. She looked at me doubtfully.
"Well, I'm not going to push. But I will need to know eventually." She spoke gently still looking a bit doubtful. I nearly hugged her. I needed time to think my way out of this.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. For everything," I added, giving her a smile. She returned it tentatively.
"You can head to Gibb's squad room, if you want." She said kindly, still looking lost in thought. I hopped up, said good bye and walked out. Cynthia smiled at me as I left and I returned it, my thoughts still whirled around in my head. I walked down to the squad room. No one was there so I headed to the elevator. Maybe Ducky was down in Autopsy, he seemed good to talk to. Hmm on second thought, stairs, definitely.
I headed down to Autopsy and Saw Ducky leaning over one of the metal tables. I knocked on the door frame.
"Hi Ducky. Mind if I come in?" I asked. He turned, startled.
"Oh hello my dear." He replied in his Scottish accent, smiling a bit.
"Did I interrupt something?" I asked, feeling like I was interrupting something.
"Not at all, just working on a case." He told me. I looked past him and saw the body lying prone on the metal table.
"What happened to him?" I asked, moving forward. Ducky looked a little reluctant to tell me but decided to anyway.
"This poor young sailor... Well, I don't know how he died. I haven't done the autopsy yet but I still cannot figure out how this young man died." Ducky informed me. I leaned forward and looked at the body. He was a young man with wavy, brown hair and a slim physique.
"What's this?" I asked, pointing to a light blue stain on his neck. "It looks like a fading bruise but it's too... Blue?" I finished off the sentence with a question, unsure of what to say.
Ducky leaned over the body and grabbed a magnifying glass. He examined the young man's neck for a minute and then straightened.
"Hm. I wonder..." He trailed off and began to working. I moved back and watched. He turned around holding a small jar. He looked around for a second and then frowned. "Max, I hate to ask this of you, but would you mind taking this to Abby? She's our forensics expert. I wouldn't ask you to but I have no clue where my assistant, Mr. Palmer has gone off to." He explained looking exasperated, yet in a fatherly way. I smiled.
"I don't mind. Where is her lab?" I asked. I reached forward and took the jar. Ducky gave me directions to Abby's lab and I headed over to give her the evidence.
I quickly headed over; when I was in the right area I suddenly heard very loud rock music. I came to an open door where the music was coming from. The sign on the door said Abigail Sciuto, Forensic Specialist.
I walked in and looked around.
"Hello?" I asked. I had to raise my voice to be heard over the music. I stepped in a bit farther when a young woman popped up from behind the desk.
"Who're you?" She asked narrowing her eyes. She was tall, even taller than I am, with shoulder length black hair pulled into pigtails. She had a spiked dog collar around her neck and was wearing a black T-shirt, a black and red plaid skirt and platform boots.
"My name is Max and I have something from Ducky." I told her, ready to run if she wasn't happy about me being here. Years of paranoia will do that to you.
"Oh!" She walked around the desk and walked over to me. She held out her hand for the jar and I gave it to her. "You seem kind of young to be here." She stated, still looking at her little jar.
"Oh, well I'm staying with Director Shepard and some things came up." I replied vaguely. Abby didn't reply, she just opened the jar and began fiddling with some machines.
"C'mon babies, give mama what she wants!" She muttered typing furiously on her computer. I glanced around, automatically doing a sweep of the room. I caught Abby looking at me. "Looking for something?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
"Sweet set up you've got here." I remarked, covering up.
"Thanks." She said the suspicious look going out of her eyes a bit. Suddenly there was a ding and Gibbs walked in.
"Whatcha got Abs?" He asked handing her a cup. Caf-Pow! Was what it said. He gave me a small smile. I returned it. I watched Abby explain to Gibbs what was in the jar and he acted as if this was pertinent. I rubbed my back where my wings were itching and turned to go.
"I'm heading back upstairs. It was nice to meet you Ms. Sciuto." I called over my shoulder.
"Call me Abby! Her voice trailed out. "I'm not that old yet!" I laughed a bit and headed towards the stairs.
3rd Person P.O.V.
Gibbs looked down the hall after Max had left. He spotted something on the floor and bent to pick it up. How odd. It was a brown and white spotted feather.
Okay, now I know I'm mean. I left you nice readers with a cliff-hanger and I'm leaving for two weeks! Sorry! Oh well, review please and tell me what ya think! Thanks for reading!
~Silentflier