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CHAPTER ONE
Gibbs and the team had gone to a school to question a few people about their case; they split up to go through the questioning faster. Gibbs chose a door that opened up to a class full of little kids. Some were coloring on the tables, some were playing with blocks, and the rest sat on the floor painting. One of the kids poked the woman next to him and pointed at Gibbs. She looked his way before getting off the floor.
"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked with a smile.
Gibbs noticed she had two different color eyes, one green and one blue. He thought that they stood out even more with her jet black hair which was pulled back in a very messy pony tail with strands hanging out that framed her face.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his identification. "I'm Special Agent Jethro Gibbs from NCIS. I have a few questions to ask you about a Jonathan Mills."
"Sure, I didn't really know him. But I'll answer your questions as best as possible."
"Do you mind if we step outside for a moment?" Gibbs asked.
Pausing to take a toy from one of the kids who ran up to hand it to her, she replied, "I'm a kindergarten teacher; I have seconds not moments."
Another kid ran up and took her finger, moving it all down the teacher's stomach, making a red line all over her shirt.
"Molly, we finger-paint on the paper, not each other."
Gibbs gave her a smile. "Looks like she's done it numerous times." He commented, motioning towards all the paint in her hair and a spot on the back of her ear.
"Actually this was from other kids today. I get painted and drawn on on a daily basis. But it comes with the territory."
Opening his notepad, Gibbs began. "So miss…"
"Daisy, just Daisy."
Gibbs grinned. "Daisy."
School had ended at 3, but Daisy exited the building an hour later with another one of the teachers.
"So how about you go shower and I'll swing by your place around 7?" The guy suggested.
"I don't know Trevor. I've got some paper work to do."
Trevor maneuvered himself in front of her so that she would be forced to stop. "Come on Daisy. I have asked you out every day since you started working here four years ago. Say yes this one time. Please."
"And I have told you every time that you are not my type." She said, sidestepping around him.
Daisy smiled as soon as she saw Gibbs waiting at her car. "How about that moment?" He asked.
"I'm a walking painting." She motioned to her hair that had red, blue and yellow thought out it and the same colors were all over her shirt.
Placing his hand on the small of her back as a guide, Gibbs said, "For where we're going it'll be fine."
"Agent Gibbs I'm covered in paint. I can't go into a bar looking like a hot trany mess."
Climbing out of the car, Gibbs responded, "I don't know about trany."
Daisy blushed profusely at the comment as she climbed out of the car too. They hadn't been sitting at the bar long before someone who knew Gibbs stopped by.
"Hi, I'm Harold" He introduced himself, shaking her hand.
"Daisy."
Looking at Gibbs, Harold asked, "You going to come and join the game for once?"
"No thanks."
Harold pointed at Daisy. "You in?"
"For what?"
"Darts."
Daisy jumped off the stool. "Sure, I'm game."
"I like her." Harold grinned at Gibbs
Gibbs sat at a nearby high top table and watched as the others played.
"I'll go first so you can get the gist of darts." Harold said. He ended his turn with 90 points.
After his turn he got the darts for her. "You're good" Daisy commented.
"Don't be too intimidated; I play a lot." Harold told her.
Daisy took the darts from him and took her turn. She hit the bulls eye twice and once just outside the bulls eye.
"I played darts in college for money. Paid for a good portion of my bills." She stated, giving Harold a sweet smile.
Harold stared at her, slightly dumbfounded. "Could have said something."
"You seemed so proud at being a great player that bringing you down like this seemed more entertaining." Daisy giggled.
He sat next to Gibbs. "Where did you find her?"
"At a school." Daisy answered. "I'm a kindergarten teacher."
"Run, Daisy, Run. This man will ruin the sweet and innocent girl that you are." Harold joked.
Placing her hands on her hips, Daisy stated, "Just because I am a kindergarten teacher doesn't make me sweet and innocent."
"If you say so. I need a drink. I'll see you two around" Harold left the two alone.
Daisy sat across the table from Gibbs. "Is there any other little surprise you'd like to share?" Gibbs asked after a moment.
"You going to take me on a proper date? One where I can at least shower and look pretty for?"
Gibbs leaned forward. "Sure."
"Now try and beat me in a game of darts. And I'll maybe say yes to that date." Daisy smirked as she went to retrieve the darts. "Would you like to go first?" She asked, holding the darts out.
Gibbs shook his head. "Ladies first."
"What a gentleman."
Gibbs stood so closely behind her that Daisy could feel him breathing on her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ignore him. When she threw, she got a whopping score of 15.
"Not bad." Gibbs said, heading for the darts.
Crossing her arms firmly over her breast, Daisy charged, "Because you cheated."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Gibbs smiled.
Gibbs beat her by 40 more points. "You so cheated." She muttered as they made their way out of the bar.
"I don't know how I cheated. I didn't do anything" Gibbs shrugged.
Daisy made a noise in the back of her throat. "You think you are so appealing, but you are so far from it right now."
"I will make sure to leave it behind on our second date."
"The date better be amazing. I don't like to lose in darts so you have a lot of making up to do." Daisy warned him.
Gibbs chuckled. "I'll remember that."
Daisy heard a knock on her door as she was finishing her make-up. She made her way to the door.
"Ready?" Gibbs asked as he looked her up and down.
Placing her hand on her hip, Daisy quipped, "Well hi to you too."
"Hi." He said with a smile, looking Daisy up and down a second time.
Daisy brushed at her dress. "I'm not over dressed, am I? I've never gone out with an NCIS agent before." She was wearing a white dress with a plunging v-neckline that continued in the back as well; a black lacey detail started from just under her boobs and came just a few inches to her waist; and the dress itself came down to the middle of her calf.
"You look good." He assured her.
Grabbing at her purse, Daisy raised an eyebrow. "Just good?"
"Very good." Gibbs amended.
Daisy giggled. "We'll work on that. I want beautiful by the end of the night." She walked past him to the car.
Gibbs took her to a quiet little Italian restaurant. He was a gentleman and pulled out her chair. He then ordered something to drink for the both of them.
Placing her napkin in her lap, Daisy commented, "This place is lovely."
"How long have you been a teacher?" Gibbs asked, reaching for his napkin.
Daisy thought for a moment. "Going on five years now. How about you? How long have you been an NCIS agent?"
"16 years."
After the server poured them their drink, they ordered their food. "You know, I'm surprised you even asked me out."
"Why?" Gibbs asked.
Taking her glass, Daisy replied, "Because I'm so much younger."
"Doesn't bother me." Gibbs shrugged.
Daisy blushed slightly. "What made you want to be an NCIS agent?"
"I fell into it. What made you want to be a teacher?"
"I like kids and I love to play. As a kindergarten teacher I get to do both." She smiled.
Gibbs returned her smile with one of his own.
They ended up staying till the restaurant had closed and they were kicked out.
Gibbs walked Daisy to her door after pulling up to her home. "Thank you for dinner. I had fun."
"You're welcome."
Daisy leaned up just as Gibbs leaned forward; their lips locked. Her hands went to his chest grabbing at his shirt; Gibbs placed his hands on her hips pulling her closer to him.
After Daisy clumsily unlocked the door, they tumbled into the house. Slowly but surely they made their way upstairs to Daisy's room. Clothes were thrown everywhere in attempt to get free of them.
Daisy was sitting on a stool sipping at some coffee and reading a newspaper when Gibbs strolled into the kitchen. She smiled up at him, handing him an empty cup.
Pouring himself some coffee, he took a sip. "Not bad." He announced after the taste.
"Don't lie, it's awesometastical." She said, rising from her seat.
"It's what?" Gibbs asked peering over his cup.
Heading out of the room, Daisy replied, "My coffee is great not this 'not bad' stuff." Sticking her head back in the kitchen, she added, "And I'm still waiting on you to tell me that I looked beautiful which I was supposed to get last night."
By the time Daisy got out of the shower, Gibbs was gone. For a second she wondered where he got off to and then figured it had something to do with work.
Daisy was picking up the toys while the children slept. Hearing a light knock, she looked to the door. Trevor was standing there with a smile.
"What is it, Trevor?" She asked when she got out into the hall with him.
Holding up a daisy, he replied, "The kids are at recess and while out there I saw this and thought of you."
"You think of me as a weed?"
Trevor shook his head. "No, no. I think of you as a beautiful flower."
"Daisies are weeds. I have more questions for you." Gibbs said he approached.
Daisy smiled when she saw him. "Sure. I hope everything is ok."
"Who is this?" Trevor asked.
Taking Gibbs arm, Daisy brushed off his question. "Thanks for the daisy Trevor." Walking a ways down the hall, she asked Gibbs, "What are you doing here?"
"Here." He handed her a thing of candy flower lollipops.
Trevor was watching as Gibbs handed her the present; he saw her take them with a very big grin.
Holding the candy, Daisy "How did you know I love these?"
"I have my sources."
Daisy squinted her eyes at him. "You are such a creeper and I'm your target."
"I'm a what?" Gibbs asked, tilting his head as he looked at her.
Giggling, Daisy repeated, "A creeper. Someone who did what you did. But in your case you're supposed to because of your job and all."
"It doesn't make me a creeper if it's my job."
Daisy nodded. "Yes, it does. I haven't committed a crime and you just checked me out. I better get back; the kids will be waking soon." Gibbs leaned over, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Gibbs watched her walk back into her classroom before walking down the hall. He was almost at the end when Daisy popped her head back out and called for him. When he turned, she grinned and called, "Creeper!"
Daisy's last stop was the teacher's lounge after school to get her empty plastic wear that held her lunch. There was a few lingering teachers when she walked in. She was happy it was Friday and her weekend.
"Hey Daisy, a few of us are going out tonight. Wanna come?" Trevor asked.
Grabbing her stuff off the counter, Daisy replied, "I can't. I'm already busy."
"Come on Daisy, you never go out with us." Another teacher complained.
"Please! You'll have fun. You need that more." Another begged.
Daisy made a sad face. "I'm sorry guys. Maybe another time."
The group of teachers went to Boomers, a local game arcade and restaurant which had everything from arcade games to laser tag and putt-putt. Two of the teachers were walking past the window looking onto the putt-putt place when they saw something that made them both pause.
"Guess we found why she was busy, Sally." One of the teachers laughed.
Holding her arms, Sally said, "You know what Bridget, he's not that bad looking. I wonder who he is."
The two watched Daisy and Gibbs from the window. She leaned on her putter, standing off to the side. Gibbs stopped mid way through his put, turning to her after she said something to him. Daisy laughed than made it look like she was zipping her mouth shut, but it didn't stop her from moving and stepping really close to him. Gibbs ignored her and took his turn. Daisy grinned taking her turn; Gibbs wrapped his arms around her to help her out.
Daisy blushed at whatever Gibbs was whispering in her ear. The next thing he said had her gasp and push him away with a giggle.
Bridget and Sally turned to go join the others only to find Trevor standing behind them with a hurt look.
They pulled up in front of Boomers.
"Trust me Jethro, you are going to like this."
"Probably not."
Linking her arm with his, Daisy reminded him, "Hey it was my turn to pick. And it's only fair since you had me do that batting cages thing."
After getting their putters and color ball, they went to the first hole.
"Do you know how to play or do you want me to show you?" She teased.
Holding out his hand, Jethro smiled, "Why don't you show me how it's done?"
"If I make a hole in one on this hole, you have to go first the rest of the game."
Leaning on his club, Gibbs asked, "And what if you don't?"
"If I miss, you can pick where we eat every date after this." Daisy replied.
Gibbs stepped aside so that Daisy could take her turn. He watched her get situated before putting. Both pairs of eyes followed the ball as it made its way up and down the hills before going straight into the hole.
Moving next to her, Gibbs asked, "Is there any other talents you forgot to share?"
"You're the NCIS agent; use those resources you so call have."
The two were a few holes in, but were doing more flirting and joking than anything else. A few people passed them because they were too busy doing their own thing.
Nodding, Gibbs suggested, "Let's just get out of here."
"Let's finish and I promise you won't regret it."
Walking over to the ball, Gibbs said, "I'm holding you to that promise."
"What if I break it?" Daisy asked with a giggle.
"I have full confidence…" Gibbs paused to take his turn. "You won't."
Daisy took her spot after Gibbs moved. "Jethro have I told you yet you're a creeper?"
Gibbs walked up from behind, wrapping his arms around her. "No, you haven't." He whispered in her ear.
"Well you are." Daisy giggled. He continued to whisper in her ear and she blushed. He whispered something else and Daisy gasped before hitting him in the arm.
After a very long round of putt-putt, they finally made it to the end.
Placing a hand on the small of her back, Gibbs said, "Next time you chose where we go, let's not make it another round of this."
"Admit it, you had fun." Daisy looked up at him.
Gibbs reached into his pocket for his keys. "When you say you liked the batting cages..."
"I liked the batting cages. Now your turn." She said quickly.
"When you actually mean it." Daisy pouted as she got into the car. Gibbs leaned over, giving her a kiss. "You look nice tonight."
That following Monday when Daisy pulled into work, Sally and Bridge were waiting for her.
Climbing out of her car, Daisy asked, "What?"
"What did you do Friday night?" Bridget smirked.
Grabbing her things from the backseat, Daisy replied, "Stuff, why?"
"Your busy night didn't involve putt-putt with a very cute older gentleman, did it?" Sally questioned.
"None what so ever." Daisy replied, giving them a sweet smile. They followed her into to the school.
"Come on Daisy! Tell us about him! We're curious." Bridget pleaded.
"We are, but Trevor was upset." Sally commented. Daisy stopped and turned to the two friends.
"Did you tell everyone about my date?"
"We didn't have to. We all went to Boomers and saw you two." Bridget informed her.
Daisy sighed, "Fantastic." Rolling her eyes, she headed inside the school.
She knew that Trevor was going to be pissed. He had asked Daisy out so much and then Gibbs comes, asks once, and she caves. What was it about Gibbs that made her say yes? And as soon as she asked it, she answered it. It was the way he smiled and smelled; and then when she got to know him, it was everything about him. But mainly the confidence, take charge kind of guy qualities that Daisy adored so much in a man.
Daisy didn't see Trevor until lunchtime. He stood at the end of the hall and gave her a quick look before walking off.
Daisy came back to her room after taking one of the kids to the restroom to find Gibbs in the room. He was sitting at one of the kid's tables, finger painting with them.
She stood there watching him for awhile. He looked too adorable. She watched him interact with the other kids and thought he was a natural. Why he didn't have any of his own was beyond her. Daisy thought he would be a great father and made a mental note to ask him about that later.
Gibbs walked into the classroom to find that Daisy was not in it.
One of the kids came running up to ask, "Do you like painting?"
"Yes." He replied, smiling down at her.
The little girl took his hand and brought him over to the table. Once there, she told him what she was going to paint. He smiled as the little girl rambled on and on. When she was done, the little boy to his right tapped him on the arm.
"My name is Alex. What is your name?" He asked.
Gibbs smiled at him. "Jethro"
"What are you painting?" Alex popped out another question.
"I don't know yet. Do you have any suggestions?"
Alex thought for a second. "Do a fire truck. I like fire trucks."
"Then a fire truck it is."
The little girl moved next to him. "Do you have any kids my age?"
"I don't." Gibbs answered.
"Why not?" She asked.
Gibbs shrugged. "I just don't."
"Why are you here?"
Daisy crouched next to her. "He came to see me. Why don't you go and check if Chester the rabbit needs some lettuce." Kelly squealed and ran to the rabbit cage as the two stood up.
Smiling at Gibbs, Daisy apologized, "I'm sorry about that. Kelly is a very inquisitive child."
Gibbs eyes followed the little girl as a flash back of Shannon and Kelley flipped before his eyes. He was jarred from his memory when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Are you ok?" Daisy asked.
Looking down at her, Gibbs redirected her question. "I should be asking you that. I got your message."
"I'm fine. Trevor is just being Trevor. I just wanted someone to talk to is all. You didn't need to come all the way here."
Alex and another kid ran up to Gibbs and ran paint all over his shirt. Daisy tried to bite back a laugh but failed as she had Gibbs follow her outside the room.
Looking down at his shirt, Gibbs said, "I thought this shirt needed more color."
"I am so, so sorry. They have never done that to anyone other than me before." She apologized through her fit of giggles. "How about I make it up to you tonight? You choose where we have dinner, my treat. Or if you like I can make you something, your favorite dish if you want." Daisy suggested.
Giving her a kiss on the cheek, Gibbs replied, "I like meatloaf."
"Then its good thing I'm an excellent meatloaf maker. Why don't you stop by my place around six."
When Gibbs arrived at Daisy's, she was sitting on her top step of her porch with a bandage on her left arm. She had ash smudged across her face and arms. Cops and fire trucks littered the street.
Going over to her, Gibbs asked, "Are you ok? What happened?"
"When I came home today, I was getting mail when I saw flames coming from the house across the street. It happened after I saw Natalie my neighbor walk into the house and I didn't see her come out so I decided to go inside to get her, but as soon as I got partially onto their front lawn, the house blew up."
Gibbs sat next to her. "Guess meatloaf is another day."
"I burn my arm and you wonder about meatloaf!"
Gibbs helped her up. "Another time. Dinner is on me tonight."
"But they told me to stay here." Daisy protested, letting Gibbs lead her to his car.
"If they need you, they can reach you." Gibbs opened the car door for her.
Daisy kept playing with the gauze on her arm.
"Your burn is never going to heal if you keep playing with it." Gibbs told her as they sat at the restaurant.
"I can't help it, it's like a scab."
Gibbs moved next to her to place his hand on the gauze on her arm. "Stop."
"I need something to distract me." She smirked, going in for a kiss.
They were still kissing when their dessert came. Daisy quickly excused herself to use the restroom.
Coming out of the girls bathroom she heard, "Oh my God Daisy, what happened?!" Trevor went over to her, taking her arm into his hand. "I knew that guy was bad news for you."
"Trevor, my neighbor's house caught on fire tonight. It blew up when I went to try and go inside to try and get my neighbor. She is going to be ok as am I. Thanks for asking."
Looking around the restaurant, Trevor asked, "You here with Sally and Bridget?"
"I'm here with Jethro. I was going to make him meatloaf tonight, but then the accident happened. So he took me out to eat instead."
Slowly turning his attention back to her, Trevor asked, "Why him and not me? What makes him so special that you'd say yes to him and no to me?" He was wobbling around some as he spoke and Daisy frowned.
Placing a hand on his arm, she offered, "Trevor let me call you a cab, you are clearly intoxicated."
"Not until you answer my question!" He yelled.
Daisy jumped and took a few steps away from him. She'd never seen him like this before and it was scaring her. Gibbs was at her side in seconds flat.
Moving partially behind him, Daisy said, "Be nice Jethro, he's just drunk. Maybe we should take him home, make sure he gets there safe." She kept her voice low.
"Don't touch me!" Trevor yelled again when Gibb reached for him.
"Trevor, he's only trying to help you, just like I am. Please let us." Daisy begged.
Pointing at her, Trevor declared, "I love you. I have since the moment I met you. He doesn't deserve you; I do. I deserve to be with you, to hold you, to love you, take care of you when you are sick or hurt or sad, not him."
Like it was in slow motion, Daisy watched Gibbs' fist fly across the room. Trevor fell to the floor without another word.
Gibbs and another server carried Trevor to Gibbs' car. Placing him in the back seat, Daisy and Gibbs climbed into the front. When they reached Trevor's house, Daisy went to unlock the house while Gibbs hauled him inside. Daisy pulled the covers down before Trevor was dropped on the bed. She pulled his shoes off then pulled the covers on him.
"I'm sorry Jethro. I will understand if you didn't want anything to do with me." Daisy said once they were back in the car.
Turning the car on, Gibbs replied, "No need for apologizes."
"You're not mad?" She asked.
"Why should I be?" Gibbs said.
Gibbs, out of the corner of his eye, saw the smile she gave. He made a mental note to get that smile back again. Since it had been decided earlier, mostly by Gibbs, that Daisy would stay at his place for a few days, she wanted to go back home and get a few things, which he was more than willing to do.
The following Monday Daisy stood in the doorway of Trevor's class room. She knocked on the door frame. "I can explain." He told her when he looked up to see it was her.
"That's a start."
"Everything I have ever done was for you. When I laid eyes on you the day you started working here, I fell in love with you. I knew that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life and that I would do anything to make you happy. And the day I met you, I made a promise to myself."
Crossing her arms, Daisy asked, "And that promise was?"
"That I would never hurt you." He told her.
Daisy sighed, "You did a bang up job keeping that promise." She left the doorway.
"Daisy, I'm sorry!" He called after her, standing in the middle of the hallway.
Turning towards him, Daisy said, "Friends don't do what you did to me."
"But I love you."
"But not I you. Trevor, you were never going to be anything more than just my friend." Daisy walked into her classroom.
Gibbs was waiting for Daisy in the front of the school. He had just hung up the phone when Trevor exited the building. Gibbs watched Trevor make his way over to him.
Stopping a few feet in front of him, Trevor said, "I do not care who you are or what you do for a living, but you should not, whatsoever, be with Daisy. And if you break her heart in the slightest way, I will come after you."
"I have no intention of hurting her." Gibbs told him.
Daisy walked out of the school to see Trevor and Gibbs rolling around on the ground. She ran over, yelling at them to stop. Gibbs got off the ground and took a step away from Trevor, who was lying on the grass bleeding and panting.
"What do you two think you are doing?! You're grown men; solve this like grown men." Daisy snapped at them.
Trevor wiped the blood from his nose. "It's not my fault. He took away every chance of me being able to be with you."
"You're such a jerk sometimes Trevor." Turning to Gibbs, she lightly touched where he was bruising. "Are you ok?" She asked.
"I'm fine." Gibbs replied, walking around to the driver's side of his car.
Daisy sent Trevor a glare as she climbed into the car.
The entire ride back to Gibbs' house was spent in silence.
Gibbs went to the basement the moment they got home. As it got late, Daisy realized that he wasn't coming up. So she shut off the TV, got off the couch, and made her way to the basement. She found him sitting in the corner where his wood work tables met.
"I'm sorry." She said, leaning against the end of the boat near him.
"Don't apologize; it's a sign of weakness."
Daisy smiled. "Maybe for you, but look who you are talking to."
"You ever consider going out with Trevor?" Gibbs asked, looking her directly in the eye.
Shaking her no, Daisy replied, "Never. I've seen him with one other person and that was when I first started. And Trevor is one of those people who will ask a chick three questions repeatedly, like 'are you ok?, 'what's wrong?', and 'are you all right?'" Daisy walked over to him.
"You never lead him on or anything?"
Daisy sat on Gibbs lap. "Nope. I never found him attractive like when I first saw you. The way Trevor looks at me always gives me the creeps."
"So he is your creeper." Gibbs placed his hands around her waist.
Giving him a kiss, Daisy said, "I only have room for one creeper in my life and that is you."