Hello lovelies! I'm so happy about all the responces I recieved on this story! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update - I have some exams right now and I'm begging you to be patient - I will be ready with a new chapter in a few days! This one is shorter, but I will be back in the game in no time! Again, thank you, I hope you continue to like the story, and special thanks to my lovely editor Nikki!
Getting to the office takes forever. Even though she's right on time, Kate feels like the time has entirely slipped out of her hands and is either going too slow and she's way ahead of it, or racing faster than a specially bred race horse and she can't even dream about catching up with it. The car, the traffic, the stupid elevator all make her tap impatiently on the steering wheel or on the surface of her coat. The final ting almost makes her shout "Finally!" when she strides quickly across the room towards her desk.
"Another bad morning, Kate?" Dinozzo teases the minute she steps into the bullpen. To his utter surprise, she doesn't even seem to hear him. Tilting his head to the side curiously, he takes a look at her while she strides confidently to her desk. Her cheeks are all flushed and she seems restless in her suit, her hair just a little bit messy as if she's tucked it nervously. Which she never does. Well, he's an agent, he observes, even when it's his boss that's the target of observation. He wouldn't be doing his job if he wasn't. And today Agent Caitlin Todd is definitely an interesting person to be observed – all the little details off track, unusual for her.
The second she puts her cup of coffee down and before even taking her coat off, Kate's already switching on her personal computer.
"Do we have a case?" McGee asks curiously, seeing that Tony doesn't get a response from their boss.
"No, we don't, I'd know about it" Dinozzo answers confidently, still trying to figure out why Kate is so restless and why is she keeping and eye on her computer while shrugging out of her coat quicker than usual.
McGee rolls his eyes.
"You're not the center of the Universe, Tony, you don't have to know everything" the younger man sighs.
"Yes I am and yes, I do, because, you see, probie…"
But he never gets to finish his though because Kate suddenly lifts her head. One of her killer stares is just enough for him to shut up.
"Fine, yes, okay, I'll just get on with… the stuff I have here… in front of me"
"Thank you" Kate says. Looking around, she manages to finally compose herself.
So, first thing's first… but what exactly is the first thing?
On her way to the NCIS headquarters, right after she reached the conclusion the man with the guitar is somehow connected to the army, the young woman had quite a discussion with herself. At first, her thoughts were focused only on finding out who he is. Later on though, she started asking herself the really important questions. Like why does she want to know his name so badly? It's not as if he's shown her any kindness besides catching her on that snowy morning or given her any kind of hints he wants to start any kind of communication with her. Still, there is something incredibly annoying and intriguing at the same time in him and that's what makes her want to push against that wall.
So she's sitting at her computer, thinking about a way to search for him without overusing her authority and position and at the same time without raising questions. After just a few seconds though, and pretty startled, Kate realizes she really doesn't have anything to put her finger on so she can start that search. No name, no place, no number, no cell phone, nor any other indication that may point her any direction to start from.
Her long slender fingers linger just above the keyboard, but she can't make them do anything because really, she doesn't have anything. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Kate lets herself relax in the chair, just a little bit annoyed.
"Trouble, boss?" Tony lifts his head from the paperwork that has kept his mouth shut for some, even not much, time. She's just about to cut him off, when her desk phone rings.
New day, new case ahead. Grabbing the cup of not that warm anymore coffee from its spot from the desk, she raises up and takes out her service weapon from the drawer she keeps it in.
"Grab your stuff, we've got a case"