As I make my way to my desk in our office, I read through the probie's file. Our office, as in my father and mine. My father is the highly esteemed Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Anyway, back to the probie, our new probie is Major Jasper Whitlock, one of the best Majors in the Navy. Once I reach our office, I see Tony eating, McGee playing chess on the Internet, and Ziva missing.
"Where's Ziva?" I ask.
"Picking up Probie at the airport. Bells, no coffee this morning?" Tony teases. I walk over to my bag and pull out my Thermos. Then I go over by Tony and Gibbs Slap him, yeah that's right Daddy's got a move named after him, while stealing his sandwich. "Hey!"
"DiNozzo, you picking on my daughter?" Daddy says when he walks in.
"No, sir. She stole my sandwich, boss," he mumbles, while McGee laughs.
"Did you have it coming?"Major Whitlock asks, as he walks in with Ziva.
"No..." I Gibbs Slap him again and Daddy laughs.
"Yes, he did. He made fun of me this morning," I say, pouting. "He made fun of my coffee addiction."
"One thing I've learned in the Navy, is to never, I mean never, make fun of a working woman's coffee addiction. Navy women are harsh. No offense, I don't know you yet, but I think that you are too," Whitlock says, raising his hands in surrender as I was glaring at him, but started smiling.
"Daddy, I like this one," I say smiling.
"Good, because he's your partner," Daddy says patting my shoulder. "Have fun, Bells."
I start laughing and say, "Thanks, Daddy. Hey, is Abby in yet?"
"Daddy?" I hear Whitlock ask.
"Just so you know, Whitlock, this is my daughter Isabella Marie Gibbs." Daddy walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and puts his chin on my head.
"Okay. That makes more sense," Whitlock says, laughing.
"Well, Daddy, I'm going to go check on Abby and see if she's got anything on our case," I say, leaning back on him. He kisses my cheek and lets me go.
"Alright, Bells, have fun." He winks at me as I walk to the elevator.
"So, hey, Partner, should I go with you?" Whitlock asks.
"Nah, just get used to the office and the people, I'll fill you in tomorrow." I walk into the elevator and smile back at Daddy.
I get to Abby's office and, like always, she's got a Caf-Pow and she's sitting at her computer. "Hey Bells, how's it going?" she asks.
"DiNozzo made fun of my coffee addiction again. I Gibbs Slapped him twice and then the new guy walked in and defended me."
"Hot?"
"Beyond hot... check out the monitors..." I say pointing to the computer screens knowing that she loves looking at the monitor once in a while.
She changes the screen of the monitor and starts opening the surveillance feed. I point to Whitlock and she squeals. "That's the Probie?"
"Yeah, why is that such a big deal?" I ask, confused.
"You don't know who he is? You have to be kidding me!" She's going through the Federal files and finds his. "Read this..."
I start to read it, but then I feel someone behind me. Who the hell is that?
"Checking out the new guy, girls?" Daddy asks and I jump.
"Damn...Daddy, why did you sneak up on me like that?" I ask, pouting.
"I wanted to catch the team's two troublemakers at their game..." He smirks and walks back to the elevator. "Get to know him, he's your partner after all. Just make sure you work on Kate's homicide case.
"Okay, Daddy." I look back at Abby and ask, "Could you send that to my cell? I'm going to go rummage through Kate's case. I want to find the S.O.B."
"Yeah, I can do that." She starts typing like crazy on her keyboard and a second later, my phone beeps. "All done."
"Thanks, Abby." I walk back to the elevator and wave at her.
"Hey Bells, don't forget this..." she says dangling my Thermos in the air.
"Oh my god... thank you!" I say freaking out.
She laughs and motions for me to get moving. I read his file as the elevator door shuts and once it dings, I know almost everything about him. When it opens, he's standing right there in front of me.
"So, Partner, what's this case about?" he asks, smirking.
Oh shit... I don't know how I'll be able to handle this...
"The Chief General's daughter was just kidnapped and was found a mile away from her house. She was a ten year old girl. These guys are sick!" I say, walking to my desk. Whitlock sits at his desk, which is diagonal to mine.
"OK, so is Tony always that rude? Or is that just me?" Probie asks.
"He's jealous of your hotness, and he has absolutely no class or charm so he's jealous of that too," I explain as I read over the facts on the case.
"Did you just say, my hotness?" Probie asks.
"Yes, I did. What did you think of the rest of the team?" I say, not looking up.
"I found that McGee is actually really good at Chess, which is new. I challenged him to a game after work. I also found out that Ziva isn't afraid to speak her mind. She nearly yelled at me for... never mind..." he says looking away.
"And what do you think of my dad?" I say, curious of his answer.
"He is an interesting man, and right behind you," he says.
"You have got to be kidding," I say, looking behind me. "Oh crap..."
"Bells, how is the case going?" he asks completely calm.
I hate it when he's that calm!
"Uh, I think that Tony might have something," I say, trying to get attention off of me.
"Tony? Do you have something on Kate's murder?"
"Yeah, we were able to find footprints, well shoe prints, at the scene along with tire tracks. I've got Abby working on it as we speak."
Then the elevator dings and out races Abby. "Gibbs! guess what! I got a match!" Then she sees Jasper, "Oh, hi. You're the new guy. I'm Abby. I am the forensics specialist. You're Major Jasper Whitlock, born in Austin, TX. You have two baby sisters, and you are allergic to walnuts. And you're much hotter in person." She gets all of that out in one breath, amazingly.
"Abbs, how many Caf-Pows have you had today?" Daddy asks cautiously.
"Uh...four, I think..."
"Abby! It's 10 in the morning!" I exclaim.
"So how do you know all of this about me?" Jasper says, slightly scared.
"The Navy records everything... and I have access to it..Mwahahaha," Abbs says, laughing evilly.
"Abby, don't scared the poor guy, it's only three hours into his first day!" McGee says.
"Psh, whatever. Anyway, I got a match to the tire tracks. They're from a '98 Chevy Lumina, I checked the surrounding area and there was one missing from Norfolk. It was signed out to a Petty Officer 3rd Class Robert Fernason, it was never returned," Abby reports just as fast as she physically can, maybe faster.
"Abbs, breathe. Bells, Whitlock, go check out Fernason. DiNozzo, McGee, go get a statement from Kate's mother," Daddy says, walking around the office.
"Come on McGee, let's get going. Don't want to upset the boss with that Chess game again..." DiNozzo teases McGee.
I get up out of my desk chair to go Gibbs Slap him, but Whitlock beats me to it. "Do you have to be so immature? This is supposed to be an office."
Wow, he Gibbs Slapped DiNozzo! No one but Daddy and I do that! This guy is in trouble. Look out, Whitlock...
Seeing the look on my face, Daddy says, "Whitlock, you're lucky that I like you otherwise you would be in trouble because that is a Gibbs family move. No one but me and my daughter can do that."
"DiNozzo tried to... uh... date the boss's daughter..." Ziva says through laughs.
"Do you have to bring that up? Seriously, I had no idea..." DiNozzo tries to explain.
"Sure you didn't," I say sarcastically, "I look nothing like Daddy."
"Talk about drama in an office..." Whitlock mumbles.
"You have no idea. Come on, Whitlock, let's go talk to this bastard Fernason." I walk toward the elevator with my Thermos, glaring at DiNozzo, who is still checking me out.
Once Whitlock is in the elevator with me, I watch the doors shut as he finally says something. "So, how long have you worked here?"
Small talk? Seriously?
"Daddy has been the boss for about 23 years. I've been working with him for about 8 of them. I have been hanging out with his team since I was 5. Things have definitely changed over the years."
"Ah, so this is kind of like a family to you two?" Whitlock asks.
"Yeah, it's our only family, if you stick around long enough, you might figure it out," I say with a wink.
"So what is up with this team and saying I'm hot?" Whitlock asks.
"Well, we like to say what's on our mind. You should be thankful you're not ugly, that would have sucked, for you. For us, it would have been funny as to mention, DiNozzo would have a hayday if you were. I think he's jealous..." I say, smirking.
"That's one thing that I don't get, why is he jealous?"
"You know how Ziva said he tried to date me?"
"Yeah..."
"He thinks that because you're hotter than him, you have a chance. It also helps that Daddy likes you," I say, flirtatiously.
"Well, do I?"
"I don't date workmates..."
"Then I guess that counts me out, since I'm your partner and everything."
"What are you're thoughts on pranks?" I ask randomly.
"It depends on who they're pulled on."
"How about DiNozzo?" I say, deviously.
"I could definitely handle that. Why?"
"Well, I really need to get DiNozzo off my back with the whole 'why don't you date me' so I was thinking we could pretend to date. I'll just tell Daddy so he doesn't shoot you, if you're worried about that. What do you think?"
"Honestly, that would be a hell of a lot of fun. I can just see his reaction if we walk in laughing it up or... how far would you want to go to make him think we're dating?"
"It depends, how much of a southern gentleman are you?"
"I was raised by my mama, so heaps, but for the good of the prank, I will throw away my upbringing.
"You'll throw away your upbringing for little ole me?" I say, smiling.
"Yes. So, how are we going to find this Fernason guy?"
"That's where the Federal files came in. I've been looking at this file ever since she was killed. The damned FBI wasn't able to get Little Katie back. I can't believe they didn't get her back! I tried my damnedest to get her back, but they..." I can't finish talking because the whole case is fucked up.
"I'm sorry you weren't able to save her. At least now we can find the fucker who killed the poor girl."
"Fernason has been on our list for weeks. He's got a problem and... I can't talk about this anymore. Here's the stupid file," I say handing it to him and grabbing my keys from my pocket. We get into my 2011 Kicherer Mercedes-Benz SLS Roadster Supersport GTR and I start it up, plugging in my Zune, I turn on my Favorites. I can't stand radio stations, there are way too many commercials, when all I want when I'm in the car is freaking music.
"Nice car."
"Yeah, comes in handy in a car chase."
We're silent for a while until I look over and see him staring at me. "What?" I say, confused.
"Huh, oh, nothing..." he stutters, looking out the window. What the hell?
"Okay then... we're almost there," I say as I pull off of the freeway and onto a suburban neighborhood. I stop the car across from Fernason's place so that we have to cross the street. I have been watching his place since the beginning of this shit.
"It's quiet."
"Yeah, he's always quiet." I walk to the front door and I knock. There's no one home, or at least it doesn't seem like it until I hear something in the back of the house. Damn it all! He's running again!
"Go around the back! Go, now!" I yell as I kick down the door and run through to the back door. I make it to the door just as Fernason's at the top of the fence. "Freeze!" I yell, my gun aimed at his back. The problem is that the fucker doesn't stop. I shoot the fence a couple of times to get him to stop, but he keeps going until he's over it. "Fuck!" I scream. I run toward the fence and start to climb up. When I get to the top, I can't believe what I see... Whitlock's got the runner handcuffed and beaten up!
"What took you so long, Partner?"
"Very funny, Whitlock."
"What do we do now?"
"Haul him to the car. We have to take him to the office."
We walk around to the car and handcuff him to the bar that I had built into the backseat for these dumbasses. I drive to the office, listening to the music while Fernason keeps trying to get loose. "I wouldn't try that, you might upset the driver. And you wouldn't want to do that..." Whitlock says.
"Fuck you." Fernason is such a caveman.
I pull into the parking garage and jump out. I uncuff him from the bar and cuff his other hand again. I drag him along with me and take him to Interrogation. When we get there, I throw him in an empty room and shut the door. Once that's over, I go find Daddy in his corner of the office. "Daddy, Fernason attempted to run away from me again, but thanks to Whitlock, he didn't get far."
"Where is he now?"
"Interrogation room 3. I don't know if I could control myself if I were the one to... talk to him."
"I get it, Sweetheart, I'll do it."
"Thanks, Daddy."
"You're welcome. Good job, Whitlock."
"Thank you, sir."
"Oh, Daddy, I talked to Whitlock earlier and we came up with an idea of how to get DiNozzo off my back."
"Uh-huh, and what's that?"
Then I whisper in his ear our plan. He turns red for a second but soon starts laughing.
"So, Whitlock, you're wanting to date my daughter, I see. You do know that DiNozzo has already tried, don't you?"
"Yes, I do know that, but I was hoping that you both would give me a chance."
"Well, if Bella is up for it, hell, I don't care."
I don't get why he mentioned DiNozzo, but then when I turn around and look at Whitlock, he's right behind him. Oh my god! It seems to be somewhat working... DiNozzo is scarlet.
"You okay, DiNozzo?" Daddy asks.
"Uh, yeah. Just fine, boss."
"So, what do you say, Bella? Do I have a chance?"
He's going over the top with this... but, what the hell?
"Yeah, I'd love to, Whitlock. Pick me up at seven."
"Will do. So, now that we've got Fernason, what's next?"
"Now that we have him, I need to get some facts from this guy."