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Small Surprise?
Gibbs found his wife, watching a news feed, or what he figured was going to be one, in Darling Bases' equivalent of MTAC. She was standing still, eyes locked on the screen. "Move Alpha to seven zero niner." She spoke calmly, and someone quickly spoke. A group of four soldiers moved to where she asked. Then he saw it. A truck was rolling down the desert street. She frowned. "Wait." She saw one of the colonels about to order the attack. "Just wait." She murmured. She'd found she was a good tactician, especially with small units. Her blue inform stood out against the sea of camo around her. She motioned. "Stop the truck." She said calmly. Suddenly a Humvee came out of nowhere and drove forward into the road. The dinky truck stopped, and the Humvee backed up. Two teams got the people of the car and started to talk to them. "Has the agent gotten there yet?" she asked the men around her carefully.
"Yes Ma'am. We can take it from here." A man said glancing behind her. She smiled a little.
"Good. Take it from here. I need to talk to that Agent, set it up." She said, turning and arching an eyebrow at Gibbs and his entire team. "I meant for just you to come alone." She muttered. She nodded as Lynn came up beside her. "Let's go." She lead the way through the building and out into the sunlight again. Once there, she crossed to a recreational building. She nodded to a receptionist, who pointed.
"He's down there, Ma'am." The woman motioned.
"Thank's Marcy." The brunet said as she moved on. The entire team trailing behind. She was on a mission. Finally they came to the day care area. She stopped. There was a large window opened up to a large room. "Jethro." She murmured, motioning. "The boy on near the swing, playing on the sea-saw. Tell me who he reminds you of. Any of you, go ahead." She stepped back and everyone else moved forward. Jethro eyed her, blue eyes worried. "Just look." She said carefully. Lynn looked worried, and that didn't help the older marine at all. He looked hard at the boy, and suddenly, as if realizing he was being watched, the boy looked their way. Two bright blue eyes looked right at Gibbs. He froze, as did Ziva.
"Wait. He looks like you boss." McGee said surprised.
"Just like actually. They look remarkably similar. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Eye shape is different, same with chin, and cheek bones. He's going to be a lady killer when he gets old enough to think that girls don't have cooties." She said, a bit… lonely.
"Who's his parents?" she looked at her husband, who was remarkably calm, but she could see the panic under his calm exterior. "Who are his parents, Victoria." The voice was a lot harder, as if he was talking to Tony when he was being an idiot. She arched an eyebrow, but held up a finger.
"Come on. There's a Marine you need to meet." She turned. Suddenly she felt a strong hand on her arm. "In due time Leroy. Patience, use it." She stopped and glared at him. He just glared back. Lynn steped in, a hand on the shorter man's shoulder.
"Gibbs, I'm going to have to ask you to put your emotions aside. The general has a busy schedual, and we need to get this overwith." The young man said carefully. He nodded, but Victoria could see that this was not going to be a fun day.
"Thank you." She said softly. With that she turned down another hall, and opened a door. Inside was one half of an interrogation room. It was the part that you stood in and watched. In the room beyond sat a young woman, about twenty eight or so, red hair, and blue eyes that matched Jethro's. She looked a bit uncomfortable, probably being there for a while, but she was in Marine dress uniform, and a gunny at that. Jethro completely froze, and his team bairly got in the room. Tony and Ziva gasped, and McGee just stared. "We aren't sure who she is. She was eight when she was picked up in a town about eighty miles from where Shannon and Kelly died. She has no memory of the first eight years of her life. She was found with a broken arm, and a very bad cut on the back of her head, and front, congruent with a car crash. From the age of eight until seventeen she was in foster homes. She has never recovered her memories." She said calmly, though Lynn could see her worry. He reached out to touch her arm. She glanced at him, and nodded. She stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around the gray haired agent.
"It's her." He murmured, pulling her closer, staring at his daughter "It's Kelly."
"Her name is now Kelliegh Reynolds. Close friends still call her Kelly. She came into my radar a week ago, when she was transferred here. Her son was the main one to grab my attention. He's very smart." She looked up at him. "What are you going to do." He shook his head, still shocked. "She's in there because I thought you might want to talk to her." She said softly. He frowned.
They all jerked as a gunshot reverberaited through the building. The woman on the other side of the glass stood up, and headed out of the room, followed by the NCIS agents, and the general. Guns were drawn, and all were moving carefully. Another shot rang out, and the redhead, as well as the brunet went white. "The kids!" Victoria hissed. Jethro nodded, but before he could get to the red head, she was already down the hall, and heading for the child care area. He swore angrily, and followed, his team easily slipping in. Lynn refused to let Victoria forward.
A tall man, with blonde hair, and gray eyes held a gun, pointing it at one of the children in the room. He hadn't shot any of them, just warning shots. His back was turned, and that was the only reason the red head managed to get in the room, but before she could do anything, a young masculine voice rang out. "Mom!" The eight year old boy, with blue eyes was moving towards his mother, scared. The man spun, but before he could shoot, a long leg snapped out and kicked his hand. The gun went flying.
"Ah. A woman with fire. I like them that way." He laughed. She didn't speak as he moved in closer to attack her. A punch was easily ducked, as was the second punch, but she didn't see the kick coming, and down she went, hard.
"MOM!" The boy shrieked, as only young children can.
"Shut up!" The man snarled, reaching up towards his head. Just then NCIS came through the door, and as the man reached out for the screaming boy, four guns unloaded into the man's chest. He fell slowly, as if surprised. The redhead managed to roll away from where he was landing, but just bairly. She stood up, and reached out for her son when she spotted Gibbs. She froze, and her eyes went wild.
"You… Who are you?" there was an accusation in her voice. "you… no…"
"Mom? Mom? What's wrong?" The boy was panicked, as she pushed him behind her. Another figure entered.
"Kelly. Breath." The brunet moved between Jethro and the woman. Kelly frowned, angry.
"Who are you?" she snarled. Frustration, confusion, and fear colored her face. She had conflicting memories, and not enough time to proses them.
"I am Victoria Gibbs. Everything will be all right." She spoke carefully. The boy stepped back, terrified, and one of the procters came up and pulled him close. He clung to the woman, turning his head away. Which was good, because what came next was scaring. The taller redhead lunged at the smaller brunet. A quick dodge, had the brunet out of trouble for a moment, but the crazed red head wasn't giving up just yet. She turned, and the side of her head met with a very hard kick to the head, enough to knock her out for good. "Get him out of here, now." She snapped. The procter nodded, and pulled the boy away as he turned and started to scream bloody murder. Victoria crouched beside the red head's body. "She's alive. That punch to the head, rattled her, probably inflamed the brain. My kick didn't help either. Lynn?"
"Already Calling." She scrambled back as Jethro crouched down between her and his daughter.
"Why?" She was the only one who heard it, and she sighed, standing up. This wasn't going to be easy. Not for anyone. She closed her eyes. "After your done Lynn, Cancel everything of mine for a week, let John deal with it." She walked towards his team.
"Is she?" tony looked worried. Victoria nodded.
"He's sure. I'm not sure he'll forgive me for that." She said softly, walking out of the room. On the carpet of the building, Gibbs sat, stroaking the blood clotted hair, of what he was sure, was his daughter, who he had thought was dead for over twenty years.