Chapter 3: Evidence and Dreams
Gibbs was sitting at his desk, glaring at his computer. Abby had her evidence, Ducky had his body. So far everything was as it should be. His agents were working hard. Vance was staying out of his hair. At least for now. The Air Force hadn't contacted him. She hadn't. Not again. He glared harder at the screen. He would not think about her. Not right now.
Of course he didn't expect to have her walk through HIS elevator, with a box, in her camo, and walk up to his desk, and drop it there. He actually jumped as he was staring at the screen intently, his head whipped around to look up at the brunet, a slight smile on her lips. He forced his eyes up to the eyes. Which were hidden behind glasses, but they were there. "These are yours Agent Gibbs. They don't belong with my officer. They belong with your crime scene. Thought you might want them." Gibbs eyed the brunet as she turned to look at his team. He felt suddenly worried. Would they stand up to her idea of what a good team would be.
"Well McGee? Get it down to Abby!" Snapped Gibbs as he stood up, now looking down at her hat. The bun sticking out just under the hat. She reached up and took it off as she looked at McGee who stood up and and came over, smiling at her. She gave him a slight smile, but turned to look at Gibbs. "What?" He asked, suddenly feeling defencive.
"Nothing Agent Gibbs, nothing. You've got a nice set up. Good agents. Well. I have to go. I was the only one who had enough time to get those over here. If you find anything inform me. We've got a great deal of trouble at the pentagon." She said before walking away.
"Right. How much trouble?" he asked suddenly walking after her. She gave him a very long, and rather uncomfortable look. Made him feel like he was talking to a girlfriend and he'd just said something stupid.
"I work at the Pentagon Agent Gibbs, you don't have a level of security for me to say a single word to you about what kind of trouble. And don't think about hacking in. You won't get anywhere." She said a bit sharply, and stepped into the elevator, but he didn't follow. Which was good. She was close to glaring full out at him. He gave her a rather cocky grin, which made both eyebrows rise. "Just get your half done. Believe me, if you don't it'll spill. Badly. Oh and the Petty officer was married to my Officer. Thought you might want to know that." She said as the door closed, a self satisfied smirk on her face. He was hansom. Very hansom. But he was… this was not a good idea. Her dark eyes clouded as she walked out of the building.