Unknown Daughter
Chapter 3

I watched my father stare at Abby and walk out the doors, into the elevator, and, seemingly, out of my life. I started to cry, and Abby put her arm around me and said:

" Hey don't cry. He just needs some time to process this. He had a daughter once, but she died, along with his wife."
I was still crying, thinking he hated me because I could never be his first daughter. When Abby suddenly stood up and started to drag me over to the elevators.

" I know what will make you smile... Off to Ducky's!"
I stood in the elevator, confused. Why would she take me to see a duck? I wondered, when the elevator doors opened up to a underground part of the NCIS building. Abby was dragging me towards a pair of sliding doors, into a much cooler room.

" Ducky! I want you to meet someone!" Abby shouted across the room to an old man, who was talking to a much younger man.

" Abigail, who do you want me to see? You don't have case right now, and no one else has been brought down by you, to let me meet them." 'Ducky' said, turning away from the younger man to look at us.

" Ducky, this is Cassie. She's thirteen and she's Gibbs' daughter.
Abby said in a rush, shoving me forward from behind her, where I was hiding. Ducky looked shock and asked me:

" Your mother isn't from the US Basco, is she?"
I was shocked at what he said and answered

" Yes, but how could you possibly know that?"

" Jethro, the poor man, met your mother on that ship when he was on a case. One night he spent the night there with your mother. Alas, he had to leave the ship the very next day, for him and I were there for two weeks, due to a storm that had blown in, and NIS, as it was called back then, wanted us home at that instant. He never came in contact with your mother again..." Ducky finished with his story and I was deep in thought. Mom had never told me this side of the story, and it was strange not hearing my mother tell stories about my dad. After remembering that, I started crying again, thinking I may never truly have a father. Ducky had stared at me for a few seconds, before pulling me in a hug.

" There, there child, no need to cry. Jethro just needs time to calm down, for he has gotten quite a shock. Just you wait, he'll come walking in and tell you to come with him. He'll take you up to meet Tony, Ziva and Timothy, his, more or less, family, which includes Abigail, Ziva, Tony, Timothy, me and now, you. But, in the mean time, how would you like to listen to a story?" he asked. Most people don't know this, but I love stories. I have ever since my mother told me about my father at the age of three, due to me asking why I only had a mom when other kids had moms and dads. I'm very intelligent for my age, even back then. My mother looked startled when I ask, then gave me a sad look. So she told me about my father and ever since, I loved listening to my mother tell stories, some about fairytales, some about her fellow Mariens pranks, and, even sometimes, about my dad and his many adventures. So I shook my head yes and Ducky smiled and launched into a story about him and one, of his many mistakes, as a young lad, back in Scotland.
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I had fallen asleep on the examination table after one of Ducky's many stories. I had been listening hours on end, held captive by his storytelling. After about the tenth story, my eyelids felt heavy, and I laid down on the exam table, still trying to listen, though his words were fading fast. The last thing a remember was Ducky stroking my hair and telling me to sleep well. I woke up in a man's arms, cradling me like a baby. I turned my face into the mystery man's shirt and sighed, breathing in the man's scent, which smelled like coffee and bourbon. Soon, I felt like I was being put on the floor, in a more brightly lit room. I heard computers taping and phones ringing, and I knew I wasn't in the Autopsy Room anymore. I was in the bullpen. I still didn't want to open my eyes, but I knew I had to. So, slowly, I opened my eyes to see a pair of blue/gray eyes looking back at me.

" Go back to sleep, and me and the team will stay late and you can explain everything to us." I heard my father say, placing his jacket over me like a blanket. I had heard a sound of indignation coming form where Tony's desk was located at, then I heard a small thunk, most likely a pen, most likely thrown by Ziva to get him to shut up. I fell asleep again to the sounds of agents fighting with one another and thinking: So this is how a family is like, smiling to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

AN: Hmmm again this took on a mind of it's own but I hope you liked it... Ok y'all this is an important questions that I would like answered... I'm thinking about doing a cross over, but between what two shows!? Any requests will be taken into thought...
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