One for Jared it's only fair that there is one for Kayla. For the sake of this fic-let she is fifteen
"Kayla, answer the door please. Let agent DiNozzo in." Vance calls out to her.
Her response is a huff, in a very angry teenager way.
"Ah the lovely Miss Vance, how are you today Kayla?" Tony asks as he takes off his sunglasses.
"Just peachy." She answers her voice laced with sarcasm.
"Okay, what's wrong? My friend Kayla is not a grumpy person?"
"My father won't let me go to the dance, he says he can't take the time off. Tony I'm a big girl I can take care of myself. I think I should be able to go unguarded." She gripes to him.
He smiles and nods his head and before she can blink an eye he has grabbed her, one arm around her waist and the other around her mouth. He doesn't hold her too tight just enough to put the fear of G-d into her. He talks in a normal voice as he leans into her ear making sure she can feel his hot breath on her skin.
"So you think you can take care of yourself, do you? " He lets her go and takes a step back from her.
"That's not fair!" she shouts.
"Actually, it is fair, and I'm a friend or at least I hope I'm your friend. Sit down I'm going to talk and you're going to listen."
He waits until she is seated I on the couch looking up at him giving him a death glare.
"You know before I was an agent I was a beat cop, then a detective. I had more cases than I want to remember of girls your age who thought they could 'take of them self'. Having to tell a parent that their child is missing, or worse, they're dead is not something you ever want to experience. Trust me on this one."
"Who is going to take me? It's just a school dance!"
"You're a target because of your dad; he is the Director of a federal agency. Some nut job will think that if they can grab you they might be able to force to him meet their demands."
"I never thought about it that way, but I still don't like it. I really wanted to go to the dance." she says pouting.
"What's his name?" Tony asks knowing that the look on her face has to do with more than just a dance.
When she lowers her head he can't help but smile. "Marcus, he is really nice."
"I'm sure he is, the school you go to is private and a lot of bigwigs' kids go there too. Right? I imagine there will be lots of security?"
"Some, not a lot."
"Uh ah, when is this dance?"
"Two weeks." She answers as she pouts.
"Okay here's the best I can do for you. And this is all on you, clearing it with your dad first. This coming Saturday and Sunday you come down to the NCIS gym and I'll teach you basic self-defense. Enough so that you can get away if you have too. Ziva would just teach you to kill, and right now I need you to be able to strike then run." She smiles liking what she is hearing. "You are going to learn a set of rules, in fact you're going to memorize a set a rules"
"What rules?" She challenges.
"Rule one you never leave the dance. Even to go to the head without telling me. That includes the hallway, the patio, nowhere."
"Telling you?" she asks all confused.
"Yup, you can call me your friendly bodyguard for the night." He gives her a hard look and continues. "Rule two when you get a drink it never leaves your hand until your finished drinking it. If you put it down and turn away even for a second, you're to not pick it up and drink it."
"That it?" she asks as she folds her hands across her chest.
"Yes, failure to follow these rules will result immediate action on my part."
"What are you going to do drag me from the dance?" She asks defiantly.
"No. I'll just toss you over my shoulder fireman style and then bring you back home."
"You wouldn't, my friends... I'd be so embarrassed!"
"Hey, Kayla I don't give rat's ass about your friends, I care about you and your brother. Your dad has lost enough in his life, he is not about to lose his daughter while on my watch. The least I can do is to keep you safe at a dance."
"You're going to board standing there watching a bunch of teenagers dance." She informs him
"More than likely, but I'll be able to meet and greet other guards and security from different agencies. Catch up on the scuttlebutt and goings on. Think of it as good Intel gathering."
"So what do you get out of it? I mean you're giving up a night to guard me."
"Nothing really, I do this for you and your dad, you can go and he doesn't have to worry, and the next day you help me wash and vacuum my car. Talk to your dad Kayla, oh and one more thing I thing, I'm going to teach you how to be more aware of your surroundings as well. It's a good skill to have, isn't that right Director?" Tony asks watching Vance come out of the hallway.
Kayla turns and looks at her father surprised that he was able to come into the room without her knowing.
"Agent DiNozzo you'll need a tux for the dance."
"Yes sir."
"And you." He says as he looks at his daughter, her smile reminds him so much of his late wife. "You will do everything that Agent DiNozzo tells you."
"Yes Daddy, Thank you!" she says then throws herself into his arms.
Tony chuckles and turns away, wanting to give Vance and his daughter some privacy.