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Chapter 19: Grandpa

I woke up the next morning with a new feeling. I felt safe. I knew that Eliza could not hurt me any longer and I also felt that the scabs on my face were going away. I walked over to the shower, because it was Tuesday, and we were scheduled to work.

Ziva had been put on Desk Duty, not being able to go into the field, because of her pregnancy. Which meant that I was back on the team. We had discussed some options, and decided on that when Ziva was off maternity leave, I would be leaving my position, and taking care of them. Although, if someone was gone for some reason, I was going to step in and take their position.

I got out of the shower and walked over to my closet. I grabbed a ¾ sleeve teal, button up shirt with a pair of skinny jeans. I then grabbed a pair of crochet flats. When I finished that, I walked over to the bathroom and put my hair into a ponytail with a ribbon. I swept some eyeliner over my eyes and threw on some mascara.

Then I put on my jewelry. I left my diamond earring in the top hole, then put in some teal dangle ones that matched the shirt and shoes. I put on my Paris necklace and my infinity ring I got from Brayden right before he was killed.

I was noticeably shorter that most people my age, so I usually wore heels, which I didn't today, so I was pretty short. I got downstairs in enough time to finish breakfast with My dad and Ziva, and then we walked out to the mustang.

I threw my coach purse in the back before I got in. After the 10 minute drive, we finally arrived at the Navy Yard. I hopped out and walked over to the elevator. Once I was at my desk, I realized it was going to be a cold case day.

After working for about an hour, my dad got a call. He immediately got a weird look on his face and he started getting up to leave. He signaled me over to go with him, so I went over there with my purse and he looked at me.

"We have to pick someone up at the airport, you get to come with me." He said, looking through his desk. "Crap, I think I left my phone in MTAC. Can you go get it for me."

I ran up the stairs and stood outside the MTAC door, jumping, because I couldn't reach the retina scanner. Gibbs walked by laughing. "Alright, I just have to ask what you are doing." He told me.

"I can't reach the scanner, and I have to get my dad's phone out!" I cried.

He lifted me up so that I could reach it, and I was granted access into the room. I walked in, grabbed my dad's phone, and walked out. I went down to my desk, and grabbed my purse following my dad out to the elevator.

I got to sit in the front seat, so I got in. We drove all the way to the airport, singing obnoxiously. As soon as we got there, I walked in and was followed by my dad. We were able to get in, because of our badges, so once we were past security, we sat down at a Terminal that was waiting for a flight from New York to arrive.

"Why are we here?" I asked my dad.

"Carmendy, you are about to meet your grandfather." He told me as a group of people walked out of the boarding gates.

"Junior!" I heard a man with white hair say and I looked over to my dad.

He patted me on the knee and stood up and shook hands with what I could only assume was his father.

"Who's this young lady, Junior, is that your girlfriend?! How old is she?!" The man asked.

I gave my dad a weird look before he spoke up again. "No dad, this is Carmendy. Your granddaughter." He said.

"What?! You have a daughter!" My grandfather exclaimed as we walked to baggage claim.

I picked up the bags as my dad explained me to his dad. There was the giant suitcase, and I lifted it off of the carousel. I noticed that the person next to me was having difficulty getting their bag off. It was a teenage guy, who must have had lots of money, because he was wearing very fancy clothes and had a really expensive suitcase.

I waited for the suitcase to get around to me, which only took a few seconds, and I lifted it with ease off of the thing. It had been lighter than my grandpas by a lot, so I handed it to him laughing. "Thanks" He told me.

"No problem. I have to bring this one for my grandfather." Told him showing him the giant suitcase I was holding onto.

"My name is Bentley. Nice to meet you." He told me.

"Carmendy." I replied shaking his hand.

"Carmendy, are you done?" My dad called.

"See you around."I told Bentley.

"Wait." He told me, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. "Here's my number, call me sometime and maybe you can show me around your city.

I smiled taking the piece of paper and shoving it into my purse. I grabbed the suitcase and headed over to my dad and grandpa. We walked out to the car. I got the back seat again and looked at the number.

"So, who were you talking to?" My dad questioned.

"No one." I replied as we made our way back to the Navy Yard with my grandfather.

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