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STORY INFORMATION

Summary: Evelyn Matthews came to NCIS with one goal in mind, to get close to Agent Gibbs. But how exactly do you go about telling a man that you're his dead daughter?

Pairings: EVENTUAL Ari/Evelyn(Kelly),

Tate

Tony/Evie friendship

Ducky/Audrey (Other pairings will appear when I decide)

Warnings: Greyish! Eli, Neutral! Ziva

NOTE: Things I lack knowledge of I have researched from the internet, and while I do try to make sure information is accurate as can be determined some things may not be, so I apology before hand for any mistakes or ignorance on my part.

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CHAPTER NINE

'Photograph'

Evelyn moved the whisk around rapidly through the bowl in a swirling motion. The NyQuil hadn't worked, and when she thought about getting something stronger, Tony put his foot down. She glowered up at him grudgingly, and now was baking and cooking everything she could think of as a distraction to her from the waves of anxiety tugging at her chest painfully. With deep even breaths, she poured the batter into the baking pan. When she ran out of ingredients she was going to have to think of something else. Perhaps she'd go hide in the music room, though she didn't like the thought of leaving Tony to go about snooping. And yes, she thought watching him inspect the pictures on the counter with curiosity, he would. It was just his nature, and while Evelyn understood that, she didn't want him poking around sending her into another panic attack like she had on Gibbs.

Tony sent her a sympathetic look at her seeing the tremor rush through her. He knew she was holding back a lot of pain, he knew the moment he saw her that she was a kindred spirit. He only hoped that she would open up to someone soon. Covering his worry with his signature smirk, he gestured to her brownie batter covered apron that said 'Smile. It's the Second Best Thing You Can Do With Your Mouth.' "Trying to give Betty Crocker a run for her money?" He asked.

Despite the burn of panic tears in her eyes, she felt her lips curl into a slight smile. "Yes," she said, her flat tone finally regaining some sense of life. "It always been my dream to have on an apron and make triple chocolate brownies for the rest of my life."

"Triple chocolate?" Tony's eyebrows rose intrigued.

"Brownies with chocolate chips, and a fudge topping. Audrey used to make them for me at Christmas time," Evie explained, lightly as she shoved the second pan into the oven. "Or when I was upset."

"My grandparents just used to pat my head and then ask me to make them a drink," Tony offered up, studying her slightly. "I got an 'I love you' if I did a really good job."

Evelyn looked at him. "No offense…they don't sound like good grandparents," she told him, quietly.

"They weren't," Tony stated, honestly. "But they were better than my parents. Now, that's a story I don't want to get into."

There was a beat. "Why are you telling me this?" Evie asked, her head rising to look him in the eye. Her expression was so stark and vulnerable that it tugged on Tony's heart strings.

"Because we're all screwed up," Tony shrugged. "And sometimes it takes someone screwed up to understand that."

Her eyes softened, and the first genuine, true smile crossed her lips. "I suppose so," Evie nodded, then paused. "I think this is the most normal moment I've ever had with a person in my home," she said that, and all her calm evaporated as the words reminded exactly what was going on. Her eyes widened a fraction, and her heart was wildly pounding in her chest.

Tony took a step back. "Do you need any help? Need me to do anything?" He asked, worriedly.

Get out. Was the callous reply that almost escaped her lips, but another fear washed over her. She didn't want to be alone, but she didn't want anyone here either. I am so screwed up, she thought holding her breath for a moment. It only hurt when she was breathing. When she held her breath, she could pretend for a moment that everything was okay. When she found her voice, she managed to get out, "I…I just need…a moment…" Then she bolted towards the nearest bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

Tony winced when he heard the sound of retching coming from inside. Yep…things are not going smoothly, he thought with a sigh and reached for his phone. He needed to call Gibbs.

Gibbs walked behind Abby who was furiously typing away on the computer. "What do you got, Ab?" He asked, and he watched the goth jump about a foot in the air in fright.

She whirled around, pig tails flying and a hand to her heart. She sent him a half-hearted scowl, "I need to get you a bell."

"A bell?" His lips tilted upward amused.

"So I can hear you when you try to sneak up on me again," Abby stated, placing her hands on her hips. "Why do you sneak up on people like that?"

"All part of my charm," Gibbs replied, with a light shrug. "What do you have?" He repeated when Abby grinned.

"You mean other than this guy has a such a big foot that I could wear his sock as a leg warmer?" She sent him a grin, a slightly naughty edge to it.

"What are you implying, Abby?" Gibbs asked, knowingly.

Her grin broadened. "You know what they say about guys with big hands and big feet?" She laughed. "They are clowns."

A bit of laughter slipped through his lips before he could help it. "Anything else?" He asked.

"Nope, not-" The computer behind her beep. "What excellent timing," she turned around and started typing away on the computer. "That camera you brought in?"

"Yeah?" Gibbs's slipped off and he straightened his spine, eyes narrowing in seriousness.

"I've managed to pull some things off of it," Abby informed him. "Not everything yet. It was seriously busted so it's going to take a while to piece back some of the information. It's like one giant puzzle…one giant, hugely broken messed up puzzle-"

"Abby," Gibbs said, to get her back on track.

"Right," Abby nodded, and pulled up what she found. "Wow…that's a lot of pictures."

And they were all of Evelyn, Gibbs realized grimly. Pictures of her going to the grocery store, to the beach, one of her on a sail boat with a wistful look on her face, but in none of the photos was she smiling. Instead there was aloof cool look, or one decidedly lost. A mask that seemed permitted attached to her face. "How many are there?" Gibbs asked, roughly.

"A couple hundred," Abby stated. "There is still a lot that still on the camera that I have yet to be able to get off."

"Can you run them back and see how long ago they started?" Gibbs asked, his brows furrowed in worry.

"I can try," Abby hit a few keys. "Well, the pictures go back…wow. That's…that's a long time."

"How long, Abs?" Gibbs inquired coming to halt beside her.

"The earliest photo is from six years ago," Abby looked at him, worry in her hazel eyes. Her and Evelyn grew close, especially when Evie started teaching Abby to play the violin. Other than Kate, Evelyn was the only other girlfriend Abby had that didn't judge her by her clothes.

"Pull it up," Gibbs ordered.

Abby did as she was bid and pulled up the oldest picture, and Gibbs stared at it with his stomach turning violently.

Evelyn stood there, looking utterly miserable dressed as Tinkerbell with a young man, and young woman on either side of her. In the background he could make out Halloween lights and even a jack lantern. And her young eyes just looked up at the camera pleadingly. There was something utterly familiar about her face, and Gibbs felt his stomach lurch painfully. She was young, probably fourteen at the most, and the look on her face…It just wasn't right. A kid should have the time of her life on Halloween, but Evie's picture there were near tears in her eyes as if she wanted nothing more than to pull free from the two people flanking her sides and run. Many conclusions jumped to mind, and none were pleasant.

"Gibbs," Abby told him, seriously. "There is something else you should know."

"What?" He asked.

"These handful of pictures may be six years old," Abby pointed out, "but the camera is only came out a year ago. I know that the person who owned it could have backed up his old photos onto the memory card, but why do that when you have a computer? And why so few old ones and so many new ones? Something about this is…hinky," Abby frowned unsure.

His frown deepened. "Go through the photos, anyone who isn't Evelyn, run their faces through our database. I want names by the end of the day."

"Gibbs, I don't' know if I can-" Abby looked at him worriedly.

"Get Kate to help you," he said, reaching down as his cellphone rang. He caught site of DiNozzo's number, and immediately flipped it open. "Tony," he tried to keep the anxiousness out of his voice.

"Boss…I may need a little bit of help."

Eventually, exhaustion won over her fear and Evelyn stumbled towards her couch and pulled the cover around her tightly. Tony hesitated in the door way, before he walked in. He took a moment before settling down on the couch choosing the seat further away from her. She didn't take it personally, she knew that he was trying to walk on eggshells, and it was really her fault they were there in the first place. After a moment, they were lost in silence then finally Tony sighed. "Gibbs will be here soon to take over," he told her, quietly.

Evelyn drew in a shaky breath as a wince contorted her features. She looked up at Tony, her expression one of regret. "I'm sorry…I'm not a very good host, am I?" Evie gave a self-deprecating laugh before resuming staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm sure you have your reasons," Tony told her.

"…sometimes I think I do," her voice was soft, so soft that he didn't think she had actually spoken. "Other times, they feel like flimsy excuses."

Minutes ticked by, again the two couldn't seem to find anything to feel the silence until Tony spotted something. He pointed a finger towards the television or more specifically the grey box underneath it. "Is that a Nitendo?"

Blue eyes stared up at him with life, with care. But it was a look at the camera, not at him, but holding the photo, Ari let himself believe the smile was meant for him. Something he hadn't aloud himself to do for a very, very long time. Not since his boyhood. He leaned back in his chair, and pulled out his phone when it rang. He opened it, and greeted, "Shalom, Ziva."

"Shalom, Ari," Ziva replied. "I take it that all is well?"

"Everything is going according to plan," Ari answered, shortly. "In two weeks time, they plan to strike, but it will be too late."

"Make sure it is so," Ziva nodded. "I wish to have you back home soon."

"You know that will not be happening, Ziva," Ari heaved a sigh, his brow furrowing in frustration. "As soon as I stepped through the threshold father will send me on another mission."

"You don't know that, Ari," she whispered.

Ari let it go knowing Ziva still had a sort of blind faith in their father. He only hoped she would eventually forgive him for what he would do. He ran his thumb over his picture and inquired, "Evelyn Matthews. Have you gotten the information I requested?"

"Yes…" Ziva's tone shifted. She sounded curious and wary all at once. "Ari, what's is going on with you? What is this woman to you? You can't afford to let yourself be distracted," she told him, seriously.

"She is a pawn to me, Ziva," Ari's voice was cold and hard, as he stared down at the picture that almost cost him his life. And yet, he couldn't part with it. "Nothing more."

Ziva didn't say anything for a long moment. Then she sighed, softly, "I hope, for your sake, that is true, Ari."

He snapped the phone shut, taking in a much needed breath. He looked down at the photo and stated softly, "You are going to get me into trouble, aren't you, Evelyn?"

"Kate has a tattoo," Tony told Evelyn, as his fingers danced on the controller.

"Wow." Evelyn had finally managed to relax somewhat. Her skin still felt too tight, her heart beat was still thumping too fast in her chest, but after covertly finding another bottle of NyQuil and downing half of it, she was now in a sort of haze. A limbo of sorts where she felt weightless and all her thoughts were sent to the back of her mind as she put her sole focus on making sure Luigi didn't drop into the lava again. If she avoided focusing on where she was, and that Tony was in her house-her stomach twisted painfully-then maybe everything would be alright. She was already two laps behind Tony, and she was beginning to suspect ulterior motives for him wanting to play that game. Her finger slammed against the button, taking her frustration out on the controller. She drew in one breath after another, thinking to herself, One moment at a time. One moment at a time…

She could do this. Could hold on. At least, until the NyQuil wore off then all bets were off. Evelyn sighed, pulling the covers tighter around her and settled back against the couch. "Kate? Really? She doesn't seem like that type to have a tattoo," she hit the buttons and took a short cut. Tony missed it, and gave a cry of disappointment.

"No, I didn't think so either," Tony stated. "But she implied she had one."

Evelyn looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you sure she wasn't just messing with you?" She asked him, struggling with her words. Great. I think I got drunk off of NyQuil…and my medicine. Crap, Tony was right, she bit back a laugh threaten to overcome her.

"I don't know," Tony admitted. It had been taunting him, and he found himself staring at Kate often, trying to picture what kind of tattoo she would get. And more importantly where it was. He really wanted to find out, almost more than he wanted to breath. "Hey, Evelyn," a sudden thought occurred to him, "do you have a tattoo?"

Evelyn froze, a red color flooding into her cheeks and she kept her eyes carefully on the television screen. "No," she said slowly.

"You do!" Tony looked at her, his eyes wide. Then he got a very naughty smirk, "Where is at?"

Evie knew he wouldn't give up trying to figure it out, and sighed. "Nowhere bad! On my right shoulder blade," Evelyn admitted. "It's a phoenix, in red and black.(1)" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Not what you expected, was it?"

"Well," Tony stated, his shoulders slumping, "I was kind of hoping for a tramp stamp."

Evelyn reached over him and slapped him, when there was a knocking at the door. Evie's blood drained from her face, her heart jolting in her chest and she sat up suddenly alert. Her breaths were tight and her eyes shot to Tony. Tony dropped the controller and jumped to his feet. "It's probably Gibbs," he tried to placate her, but his hand was on his weapon just in case as he headed towards the door. "I doubt your stalker is going to knock."

Evie trailed after him, holding her breath and her blanket. The hallways looked and felt dark and unfamiliar. Haunted. Tainted by the fact someone had tried to break in, tried to take away the one place that she felt safe and make her afraid. She raised her chin, curling her hands into fists. She was not going to stand here and let that happened again.

Tony reached for the door, whipping it open with his gun at his side. Then his body slumped, relaxing and he said, "Hey, boss."

"DiNozzo," Gibbs greeted.

Evelyn released her breath, leaning against the wall in relief though tension threatened to ripple through her when Gibbs stepped through the threshold. She kept her face blank as his gaze swept her way and checking over her. Part of her was pleased for his concern, the other felt like a scolded child. She was half tempted to just grabbed a blanket, curl up on her couch underneath it and hide from him. Her backbone, however, wouldn't allow it. She greeted him, with a small smile, "Hey, boss."

"Matthews," he nodded.

Great, Matthews. Not Evelyn. He was still very much pissed. Yay, Evie threw a brief mental pity party inside her head before getting over it and turning to head back towards the living room letting Tony and Gibbs talk. She reached down shut off the Nintendo and started meticulously putting it away when the sound of the front door shutting reached her eyes. She shifted nervously at the sound of footsteps and could feel Gibbs presences before he announced it.

Evelyn stood up, and turned towards him. Her scalp prickled with apprehension and she tried to find someway of not making this awkward. She clasped her hands, while Gibbs's quirked up an eyebrow. Finally, she spoke, "There's soup and brownies in the kitchen." She winced as she said it, immediately feeling stupid for saying it and meekly added, "And tea…"

Gibbs quirked up an eyebrow amused.

"Or bourbon," Evie added, again with a wince, "you know if you need something stronger…God knows that I need, but unfortunately I have to stick to NyQuil to get my kicks."

Gibbs fought a smile. Evelyn stared at him blankly absorbing the words that just tumbled from her mouth before announcing. "And…now I'm going to go hide underneath my blanket utterly mortified."

"We need to talk," Gibbs told her as she went to plop down.

She froze, with a sigh and looked over at him. "Boss," she said, her voice shaking in her tiredness.

"This isn't something you can keep avoiding," Gibbs told her sharply. "And I won't let you keep avoiding it."

She sent him a look, resigned and there were other things he couldn't quite make out behind those blue eyes before she nodded slowly. "Alright…fine," she waved for him to sit on her couch with a slight shudder down her spine. She wasn't as over her fear as much as she had hoped. "Ask your questions. I'm too tired to argue," she pinched the bridge of her nose trying to get rid of her brewing headache before it began.

"Are you going to answer them honestly?" Gibbs replied.

"Do you think that with this amount of NyQuil in my system I would be able to do anything otherwise?" She retorted, dryly. Even in the face of panic attacks, she still had her witty sarcasm.

"Do you know anyone who is capable of this?" Gibbs asked, sitting down after Evelyn made herself comfortable in the several blankets in which she made a nest. He was tempted to make a remark, but simply shook if off. "An old friend? Ex maybe?"

"I didn't have friends except in grade school when the only requirement to be a friend was to play with them. After the accident…" She suddenly bit her lip, and looked down.

"Accident?" Gibbs questioned.

"My…mom and I," she looked troubled and couldn't meet his eyes. "We were in a car accident. She…she didn't make it."

Gibbs drew in a sharp breath, his mind automatically flashing back to his wife and daughter. He swallowed, not looking at her for a moment to hide the brief pain that flickered in his eyes. Evelyn continued, trying to wave it off, "Anyways after that I…withdrew and well, friendships didn't seems so important anymore. And boyfriends…there haven't been anything in my life that I would call a boyfriend. Flings if anything. So nope, on those two fronts."

"Anyone else?" Gibbs sighed. "Anyone you can think of that would go to these lengths to get to you?"

"No…" Her voice was sure, then her brows furrowed as if a particularly disturbing thought had just occurred to her. Her face lost all pallor and she pressed her lips together, giving a small shake of her head. "No," her voice didn't sound so certain anymore.

"What is it?" Gibbs cocked his head slightly.

"Nothing," she shook her head. "It doesn't make any sense for…Gibbs, can this wait?" Her voice wasn't as firm as it had been, and she pressed both her palms against her eyes rubbing them trying to push away the waves of sleepiness that rippled through her.

No. But Gibbs wouldn't push her. Not right now anyways. He gave a slight sigh and nodded. Evelyn relaxed and curled up into a ball making her look smaller than she already was. He sat there until she went to sleep and then went in search of that bourbon. He really did need it.

Rain drizzled from the dark clouds above, and the streets were deserted save for one man who shuffled towards his truck with a six pack in his arms and a six pack on his breath.

"His usefulness has expired. Take care of him."

Eric Wells had no time to turn before the bullet shot clean through his skull, and his body dropped to the ground with a low thud. The beer cans exploded in a loud angry hiss, and blood ran across the pavement and thunder echoed above.

"It is done."

The disgusting smell of cheap beer…the fear pumping through her veins…she fought…she won…but what about next time? What if next time he won? Evelyn's brows furrowed in her sleep as a shadow fell over her. A hand reached down, and clamped down on her shoulder.

Evelyn's eyes snapped open and she screamed.

END OF CHAPTER

1.) Evie's tattoo. If you want to see it, go to this link: www. buzzle dotcom /articles/bird- tattoo-meanings. Html (remove the spaces in between and put a . instead of dot) . First picture of the phoenix.

I know it's been a while since I updated. But Unfortunately, it's been crazy lately. My nephew hasn't been able to go to school cause his sick and since I'm laid off, I got to watch to him. He's a doll babe, but now I'm sick. Little outbreak monkey…J

Now, I know you might be why did Gibbs's not recognize Evelyn as Kelly. Well, the last he saw of Kelly was when she was seven or eight years old, the picture of Evelyn she is fourteen, fifteen. A lot can change in those amount of years, especially when a kid hits puberty. Just wanted to address that.

I know I've said it before, but definitely when I post the next chapter I will up the Rating to M. Just giving another warning.

Anyways I hoped you enjoyed! Thanks.