Aiden stayed behind as usual, preferring to keep out of the way, but as she had seen earlier...Dinozzo had taken a long while to respond to her comment. Just the thought of someone thinking of her identity was of some hope to throw off the ever boring sight of her fathers.
Indeed the infamous Abby Suctio would automatically know; though, she held her tongue whenever the scientist was close. She held an uncanny sense of attention and memory. That was one thing she could deal without.
Yet, something also bothered her. Why hadn't her mother taken her anywhere close to NCIS? Gibbs...maybe, but he looked harmless. Except to Agent Dinozzo. The head slaps had to hurt something in there, but something else was odd too. The woman beside him, Ziva David, had this look or air as you might say. She definitely was one to avoid.
She eyed their departure until a well manicured hand came into view. She jumped back a little, bringing herself back to the present once more.
"Yes? Oh...uh...Hi Abby. McGee is over there." She pointed with her pen and the young scientist looked that way, but didn't move.
"Yeah, I know. Just spoke to him. Look Aiden. I...uh...got the results you needed." She whispered the last part, but it was too late. McGee had wandered closer upon seeing the two girls whispering.
"What results?" He asked, this time without hesitance. He seemed to be more comfortable around Abby. Maybe something had happened to them both. Well, just another cause to look through her mother's journal.
Abby had scooted over and pointed at McGee, trying her hardest at the Gibbs' stare, but not unsettling Tim. He looked back and forth between Aiden and Abby before moving one step back.
"Abby...uh...I'm sorry...uh...I'll be at my desk." His stammering was back. Abby's shoulders lifted lightly before she turned to look at Aiden, who still held the same look as before. Man....she's got her father's poker face.
"I'm still curious on how my...uh...Director Sheppard handled Gibbs." Aiden cut in, moving out from behind the desk and towards the Plasma. McGee's head lifted and his gaze shifted back and forth between Aiden and Abby. It was odd on the similarities that Aiden and Director Sheppard shared, but he would keep that to himself. No doubt Tony would have fun about this later.
"She didn't. It was more like she tolerated him." Abby replied, adding her normal energeticness to it. She seemed unusually happy, like she learned something new. Aiden eyed her, arching an eyebrow at the scientist. It would never occur to her on how much Abby knew. Her movements were quiet as she turned and exited the cubicle, leaving McGee and Aiden to ponder the relative case.
McGee thought over his chances with this new agent and slowly stepped forward, holding the folder in front of himself as a sort of barrier. He hoped she was more towards the gentle side when it came to approaches...and that she had nothing in common with Ziva David. Even after three years of working with her, she still had the scary, indestructible air about her. Well, at least to him. Tony and Gibbs had no problem teasing her.
Throughout his thoughts, he had yet to notice that he had approached Aiden, and she had turned and stared right back, waving her hand in front of his face. It took him awhile to regain his focus, but with a few blinks and a shake of his head, it slowly returned.
"Uh...Agent Sh-Aiden...I have some circumstantial evidence that leads me to...uh...believe that the Colonel might have done it, but...uh..." Shesh, the stuttering was a problem. She eyed him, replacing the poker face like before.
"But what, Agent McGee?" She asked. He played with the edge of the folder, once more lost on words and in his thoughts. Carefully, she pried the folder from his grip and leafed through it. Her attention was grabbed by the pattern of his flights. Her head lifted briefly as McGee spoke up once more, but lowered it to read the report.
"But...uh...He...he never...flew over...the dump area." She nodded, never looking up at him, just keeping her gaze on the map before her.
"Not even close..." She murmured, moving to the plasma. Her head lifted quickly and she moved towards Gibbs computer. Her fingers typed over the keys, the folder balancing dangerously on the tip of her free hand. McGee stared in amazement. For someone he guessed was related to Gibbs or Director Sheppard, she had a lot of talent around computers and electronics.
He disappeared into his thoughts once more, though, followed Aiden with his eyes as she continued to mess around with the info. She had the looks of Jenny. He was sure of that. He would always remember her to be on the slight side, pretty, and that red hair. Yep, that's what had him. That hair. He never knew if it was dyed or natural.
Another thing was the gray-blue of her eyes. They were a match to the Director's, and her facial structure was the same. Trim jaw line, high cheek bones, and that annoying habit to lift an eyebrow when she was impatient or annoyed. Those were exactly like Jenny Sheppard.
He moved closer as she stilled in front of the computer screen. The look on her face was of pure confusion, like something was dawning on her. Carefully, he approached and looked over her shoulder. The schematics of the flight plan, the dimension of the plane, and the wind direction was covering the screen.
Aiden looked over her shoulder as she felt the rush of air touch it. McGee was standing there, eyeing the screen and her work, matching the listing he had on the piece of paper and her work on the screen.
"Have you added in the body's weight, height, and where he was found?" McGee asked, moving his gaze to her's. He had a new respect for her. Not just for her genius act of computer mambo jumbo, but also for the fact that she hadn't actually ruined the computer in the process, much like Gibbs or Jenny would. Somehow, he knew, they were related.
"Uh…No. I was trying to find out if the biplane he flew was strong enough to resist the wind gust we had that day. What I'm seeing here is that he had to fly pretty high or have a master's hand when dealing in this particular area." She clicked the mouse on an area and zoomed in. "From what I'm seeing now…is...adding in the weight, height, and point of landing…" She clicked a few more buttons and transferred it to the Plasma. "With the wind gust as high as fifteen miles per hour, he could have done it."
McGee stood in wonder, his gaze glued to the screen. He never turned around as Gibbs came in; fuming about his only suspect was the airplane. Aiden hid behind the computer screen, like McGee before, as he came closer to the plasma.
"Uh…Boss. Hi…uh…we…we...were…uh…" McGee struggled, and as Aiden watched, Gibbs turned towards the Agent. Just by that look, and the feeling in her gut, she knew what was coming. As the hand lifted, she stood and entered the space between them, placing her hand on top of Gibbs'.
"What he was trying to say was that we found something." She moved her gaze from the blue-green ones to the screen and began. "Calculating in the dimensions of the plane, the body, and the wind direction/speed, we found out something."
Gibbs flicked his gaze to McGee and then to Aiden before moving them upwards towards the stairs to the Director's office. Then turning to look at the plasma. He motioned for her to continue as he stepped over to his desk.
"With the position of the body, we found that it is…" She paused and pressed play. The computer program began to buffer before showing the schematics of the plane and how it was entirely possible that Colonel Snyder could be the murder. "…highly possible that he did it."
Ziva and Tony looked at the new comer, mouths agape at what she had processed in the short time that they were gone. Ziva was the first to recover, and automatically, her gaze turned to McGee. He quickly shook his head, and pointed to Aiden.
Meanwhile, Tony still eyed the newer agent, though, he had closed his mouth. Okay…she was a McGee in technology, a Gibbs in the emotions, and Jenny in looks. But…who was she? He snapped out of his trance as he felt the hard connection of his boss's hand with the back of his skull.
"Bring him in Dinozzo." Was all Gibbs stated before he disappeared up the stairs to the Director's office.