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Post by nikkinor on Mar 16, 2005 16:34:10 GMT -5
I just have to say, I LOVE THIS STORY. It's very good, getting into Kate's head is something no one ever seems to get right, but this is just perfect. I can't wait for more.
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Post by nikkinor on Feb 26, 2005 12:09:08 GMT -5
No, you can't just leave it right there, I love this story, it's very well written and has such a good plot line, you have to post some more soom.
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Post by nikkinor on Feb 26, 2005 10:28:18 GMT -5
Good, like seeing Kate stand up for herself infront of Gibbs, like back from the begining of S1, can't wait for more.
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Post by nikkinor on Dec 14, 2005 13:43:55 GMT -5
Title: Happy Christmas
Chapter Title: Meeting Ducky.
Rating: K+
Summary: “‘Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.’”
Disclaimer: All that stuff in the first chapter.
A/N: This chapter fits with NCIS Special Ops fanfiction challenge 14 (just incase you wanted to know). This is the last chapter for a while. I’ll be going for a nice long vacation with family for Christmas, so there will be no new chapters till next year (that sounds so long). Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New Year!
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The car swerved dangerously near the edge of the cliff.
This was my punishment, I just know it. I spilt his coffee and now he's going to kill me, me and everyone else in the car. I don't think I've ever thought about how easy it would be to die, all you need is Gibbs driving and a thin little mountain road, and I had them both. I'm looking ahead and just wondering which cliff we're going to drive off of. He makes another quick turn and I hold on to the bottom of the seat for my life.
"Hey boss, don't you think it would be a good idea to slow down a little, the roads up here in the mountains are little thinner and the snow is pretty bad." Tony told Gibbs as he drove down the road.
"Don't tell me how to drive DiNozzo, what do you think I'll drive off the cliff?" Gibbs asked as he made another sharp turn.
"Boss," came a hesitant voice from the other side of Tony in the back seat, "Are you sure you don't want one of us to drive?" Tim looked terrified as Gibbs once again made a hey-lets-go-off-the-edge-of-the-cliff turn.
"Wow, now that was a little to close." I said as I made sure my seatbelt was firmly buckled.
"You know Gibbs," said Kate from the front seat, "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for one of us to drive."
He didn't say anything, just took his new cup of coffee and took a big sip. He wasn't looking at the road, and there was a dangerously tight turn not to far away.
This was it, the cliff that I'm going to die on. Kate had a death grip on the door, and Tim had an equally tight grip on the handle above his head beside the door. As for me and Tony, I had my nails permanently sunk into the bottom of the back seat and Tony was checking his seatbelt like I had a few moments before.
The car jerked quickly to the left
We’re all still alive, I'm not missing any limbs, and the car is still on the road. I felt like screaming out ‘Halleluiah!’ but decided against it knowing it wouldn’t be the best thing to do since Gibbs was still driving on a thin snowy little mountain road.
Plus I realized my worries were far from gone as Gibbs increased the speed of the car and made turn just as tight as the one before. Right now I was content with holding on to the seat for dear life and praying.
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“We found her this morning, Sir. Once we saw her ID and found out she was Navy we called you guys.” A police officer informed Gibbs as Tony and Kate followed him into the house, me following closely behind.
"April?"
"Yeah Tony?"
"You can't come in, you gonna have to wait in the car, it shouldn't take us to long."
"Ok," I reply simply.
I start to walk back to the car, looking at the big houses around the area. It was it’s own little town up in the mountains, a little community all on its own in the Appalachins.
"Can I assist you in any way ma'am?" the question came from behind me, in a thick British accent.
"No," I answer as I turn around.
"You seem to be a little young to be a police officer," He says playfully as he walks up to me.
"Family of one of the NCIS agents."
"Oh, many I ask who?"
"Tony, Tony DiNozzo," I answer, finding that his jacket said 'NCIS Medical Examiner'.
"I wasn't aware that Anthony had a daughter,” he said as he started to walk away.
"How did you know I was his daughter?" I ask in amazement that he knew how I was related to Tony.
"Tony doesn't have to many women in his family your age, no sisters, no nieces, and I've met his cousin before. Why, the author Conan Doyle states it best through his character Sherlock Holmes, ‘Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.’"
I laugh lightly at his knowledge of the Sherlock Holmes books. He was so sweet and polite that I couldn’t help but smile as he left his previous path and walked over to me.
“Dr. Donald Mallard, you can call me Ducky,” he put out his hand and I shook it.
“Duck! You comin’?” I heard agent Gibbs voice yell from the door of the house.
“Farewell my dear April, I shall look forward to talking with you again in the future.”
“Good bye doctor Mallard…Um…I mean Ducky.”
Ducky was very sweet, and the nicest member of Tony’s that I had met. I walked the short distance back to the car and sat down in the back seat. I could already tell it was going to be a very long day. A nice day, maybe, but long nonetheless.
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"I'm tired," I say as I try to stifle my fifth yawn in the last two minutes, but fail badly as my lunges force the air down through my mouth. I really didn't mean to complain, but it was eleven o'clock and it had been a very lengthy day.
It had been all work talk as we drove back to the NCIS building, blood tests this and murder suspects that, names and rankings, weapons and guns. It was like they were speaking another language to me, big words I wouldn’t even try to remember let alone say, spell, or use in a sentence. It was digging up information on the victim after that, updates on blood samples, and going over crime scene statements.
“The husband had every chance to kill her,” Kate said from her desk across from Tony’s, “He had a way to get in and out of the house without signs of braking in, a knife from their own kitchen is the murder weapon, and we’ve yet to find out where he is.”
“But where’s the motive, Kate? Why would he kill his wife when they were happy, rich, and from what we can tell not cheating on each other? He had no reason to do it.”
It had been going on like this for the whole day, Tony and Kate fighting over who was right and who was wrong.
“So he didn’t do because he wanted money! There are so many reasons a guy would kill his wife, he’s bound to have at least one.”
“There’s no strong evidence that tells us he did, Kate!”
Kate sighed and ran her hand over her forehead, “But that doesn’t mean there’s something we just haven’t found yet.”
“Would you two stop it!” Everyone in the room looked up to Gibbs as he yelled at Tony and Kate. “I don’t care who murdered the Lieutenant, all I want to do is catch him.” Gibbs then took a long sip of the coffee he had gotten a while ago. “Everybody go home, and come back prepared for the day,” he got up out of his chair and started to walk to the elevator. “The last thing I need tomorrow is a aggravated teenager, a ticked dad cause his daughters mad, and Agents that can’t conduct themselves as adults.” He looked back at Tim right before he entered the elevator, “And be on time.”
The second the doors shut Abby’s cheery voice came bouncing through the almost empty room.
“His knee’s bothering him.”
“Hopefully it passes soon,” Kate said as she pulled her purse out from under her desk, “Or we’ll all be fired by the end of the week.”
“What do you have, Abby?” Tim asked, I assumed he was talking about the papers in her hand.
“Oh, of course, I have the blood test results!”
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Post by nikkinor on Dec 4, 2005 17:47:09 GMT -5
Title: Happy Christmas
Chapter Title: Properly Introduced
Rating: K+
Summary: “I smiled back, that was the Tony I had gotten to know last night, the one I thought of as my father, not the quiet one that seemed to love uncomfortable silence.”
Disclaimer: All that stuff in the first chapter.
A/N: Happy Christmas is back! I didn’t forget about this story, I just needed a good bit of motivation. I can't promise I'll be able to update every week, but I'm going to try the best I can. A big THANK YOU to Hellfire for helping me out! This has not been betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
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“I don’t think we were ever properly introduced,” the younger of the agents stated as he put out hand towards me, “Timothy McGee.”
I took his hand and smiled pleasantly, “April DiNozzo.”
“Oh,” his eyes opened a bit more and looked around me for a second to see Tony glaring at him, “Um, family of Tony?”
“My daughter, Probie.” The way he said ‘Probie’ seemed to scare Tim, and he backed up to the wall of the elevator in retreat.
Only a few moments later the two shining metal doors swooshed open, a double ding echoing through the parking garage we were now in.
“DiNozzo!” called Gibbs as he walked out in front of everyone else.
“Yeah, Boss?” Tony walked out of the elevator behind and quickly followed.
“The girl can’t go past yellow tape.” He simply stated as we walked.
“I know, Boss. I was going to…” Tony was cut off as Gibbs looked back at me.
“You ok with staying in the car, it could take us a while?”
“That’s ok,” I answered hesitantly, I wasn’t about to say something that upset him even more.
“Good, lets not have any accidents involving coffee this time.”
I look over to Tony and he only shrugs his shoulders, just as stunned as I was.
“Shot gun!” Kate, if I remember her name right, called as she jogged past Tony and me to the dark blue Stratus, with Gibbs already getting into the drivers seat.
“I hate it when she does that.” Tony mumbled under his breath as we made it to the car. He then moved in front of me and opened the back car door for me and then smiled as he motioned with his hand for me to get into the car, “Ladies first.”
I smiled back, that was the Tony I had gotten to know last night, the one I thought of as my father, not the quiet one that seemed to love uncomfortable silence.
I slid into the car, moving all the way to the opposite side of the car. Tony quickly slid in after me; even though it seemed like he didn’t want me to see him, I saw Tony glare at Tim as he blocked him from getting into the car next.
Kevin had never been protect of me, so I had never really known how it felt to be sheltered like only a father could do. It felt nice to know he was looking after me, even though I hated it that it happened to be taken out on Tim, but I still liked being cared for and maybe even loved for the first time by my father.
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Post by nikkinor on Nov 20, 2005 20:49:01 GMT -5
New McGee story. And for people who are waiting for the next chapter of Happy Christmas, I'm working very hard on it, will have the next chapter posted soon.
Title: The Benton Case Rating: K+ Summary: “The thing that still bothers him is that he never caught the dirt bag, he’s still out there somewhere, maybe killing another helpless little girl.” Spoilers: None Prompt: Children Word Count: 543
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Her hair is long and dark brown. Her eyes are green and are open wider that he thought possible. Her right hand is clutching a soft purple teddy bear; the only thing the beast that killed her would give her for her pain. Her left hand is pressed limply against her stomach, pointlessly trying to stop the bleeding that stopped hours ago. Her face is covered in dried tears, the only way she could show the terrible pain she had been put through. She is tied down at her ankles and her chest, thick leather straps that had created bloody scars where she had fought against them. Her face looked so distressed, he didn’t think he’d ever get the image of the little girls dead body out of his mind.
Gibbs had told him the only way to stop seeing her in his sleep was to catch the dirt bag who did it and to watch him rot in jail. He had tried his best for two weeks strait to find a sick and twisted murderer that he hated more than the nightmares that appeared every night with her dead corpse pleading for his help.
Her name was Lesley and she was only seven years old when she was murdered. He couldn’t look at the crime scene photos wither in them without thinking of his own little sister. He wouldn’t go down to the morgue until the funeral home had taken her away, he was to scared that he’d picture his sister on a cold metal slab in Lesley’s place and throw up on Ducky’s floor.
Tony told him to go to a bar he knows and get so drunk he couldn’t remember how old he was, let alone the murder of a small girl. He had declined the drunken memory loss method. He later heard from Abby that Tony had went out alone that night and gotten so drunk he couldn’t remember his own name just so he could forget the murder of Lesley Benton. He almost wished that he had gone with him, just to keep his company while they tried not to remember in their own ways.
The thing that still bothers him is that he never caught the dirt bag, he’s still out there somewhere, maybe killing another helpless little girl.
He works the cold case when they have down time at NCIS. He won’t let it go, he won’t let that little girl down. He’ll get into the case real deep sometimes and almost finds something that could break it, but right when he gets close he finds a flaw in his thoughts and never does find that ‘something’.
He’ll still work on it every now and then; he does plan on giving up till her finds her killer. H will find him someday, he’s sure of that. It might take him a lifetime to do it, but he’s not going to let her down. The next time he works that case, he doesn’t want to see her face begging for help in his dreams when he’s done.
It was his first case involving a child, and Tim took it harder than more Agents. But he’s determined to find a murderer, and Tim knows he can do it.
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Post by nikkinor on Sept 13, 2005 9:42:59 GMT -5
Title: Midnight
Rating: K+ (but I guess it could be K)
Paring: None
Summary: “I pull my knees up to my chest, raping my arms around them and burying my head as close to my legs as I could, stifling the few cries that escaped my mouth."
Disclaimer: NCIS doesn’t belong to me, and it never will.
Spoilers: Black Water, and possibly Reveille and Chained
A/N: This was my entry into the "Midnight" flash fic LJ community. Thank you Dreamer20715 for being a great beta, all those mistakes would still be there if you didn't help me out. ---------------
Bang!
The front door closed with a powerful slam.
I had been lying awake in my bed for a few hours now, knowing he could come home at any time, but I still sleeplessly lay in bed listening for that heavy oak door to slam right before midnight.
I got up quietly, trying my hardest not to make a sound, even though my door was closed and he was making more noise than a herd of elephants as he staggered down the hallway. I opened the door to my closet, cautiously pulling the handle to remove the door enough for me to slide in. I stopped as I hit the sticky part in the hinge, hating how loud it seemed to be. I stopped everything as I heard the staggering outside my door for the most part subside.
"Boy, you wake?" His slurred and muffled voice echoed through my ears, all the beers he had tonight making 'boy' sound like 'loy' and 'wake' sound like 'lake'.
I still didn't move and I definitely didn't wanna answer. Even the slightest action on my part could make him a whole lot madder than I wanted see right then.
I heard the table in the hallway fall over and the unsteady swaying start again, one lazy drunk foot in front of the other. I slid into my closet, shoving a pair of my shoes out of my way and tossing the shirt I had worn the day before to the other side of the cramped place.
My mother had told me many times that when he came home drunk to just hide in my closet, don't get in his way and stay there till morning. After mom died, he drank more and more. It used to just be Friday nights. Dad got drunk and mom and I hid in my closet when he got home. But now it was more like every night that I was hiding in my closet, scared to come out for any reason after the time he put a scar on my leg. He hadn't meant it, he really hadn’t meant to hit me with the shot glass; I went to use the bathroom, hoping that he was asleep, but in his drunken state he thought someone was breaking into the house and had hit me with the little glass cup.
"One of these days I'm gonna find out who killed your mother." The words slurred together again, mixing the 'th's with 'f's and the 'd's with 'l's.
I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and buried my head as close to my legs as I could, stifling the few cries that escaped my mouth. I wasn't a wimp; I just didn't want to hear another one of his rants about mom. She wasn't murdered, she died from cancer, but my father had yet to accept that. I hated it when he brought up mom. He had called me a baby for crying at the funeral and the first few times he said her name. I hated that.
"When I find him, me and you will make him pay for what he did, won't we son?"
He made me report to him every day after school while making him a Macallen 18, and everyday he would make me tell him some new way we might find him, some new way to find a killer who didn't exist.
"But I need some sleep, so you better go to bed now, boy."
His bedroom door opens then shuts with a bang as the staggering was even more muffled till he finally went to sleep. I stayed in the closet all night though, with an old blanket to keep me warm and the little brown teddy bear my mother had given me years before and told me to keep safe right before she died. I hugged the bear close to me and eventually slipped off to sleep.
Seven-year-old Anthony DiNozzo feel asleep at midnight in his closet on a cold fall Friday night.
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Post by nikkinor on Sept 4, 2005 20:16:44 GMT -5
I know, it's been forever since I've updated it, but hopefull after I get into a more Christmasy mood I'll try and write some more to it.
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Post by nikkinor on Sept 4, 2005 18:17:33 GMT -5
Two new post-Twilight drabbles, Spoilers for Twilight.
Title: Blood Rating: K+ (K maybe) Pairing: None Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine and never will be.
Blood; warm and full or freshly taken life stuck to the intricate pattern of my skin, speckling the now pale flesh of my face.
Open wound; her blood trickling down the side of the beautiful porcelain surface of her face.
Breath; labored, forced through lungs that found no reason to keep breathing, to keep life flowing through a body that held no want or desire to survive.
Death; the stench would haunt my senses for years, to know that it was her sweet perfume that was being swallowed by that horrible sent of blood and rotting flesh as twilight fell.
Title: Tears Rating: K+ (again, K maybe) Pairing: None Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine and never will be.
Three men walked into the room, one with bloody hands, another with a bloody face, the last with bloody cloths.
Tears filled eyes caked with black eyeliner and mascara, blurring the both vision and makeup. Dark gray streaks slid down a soft white cheek, eliminating all makeup from the eyes.
The tears fell from eyes that had never truly cried, pain stuck a heart that had never truly been hurt and had never been broken in two like it was now, hate filled a soul that had never hated so much and silently declared vengeance for a friend now lost.
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Post by nikkinor on Jun 20, 2005 21:09:48 GMT -5
Ok, so it's been a while since I wrote anything. After "Twilight" I had to write something, so here's my new fic, "As We Say Goodbye" ***Spoilers for Twilight*** www.fanfiction.net/s/2446993/1/
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Post by nikkinor on Jan 25, 2005 16:59:39 GMT -5
That whole chapter was written around that one part, after I wrote the first chapter I had the whole spilling Gibbs's coffee thing all thought out. Glad you like it LJ, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon.
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Post by nikkinor on Jan 9, 2005 20:23:18 GMT -5
"Hey Kate," I hear him call out and my head immediately look up to identify his colleague.
"Good morning Tony," Kate said as she sat down at her computer. "You do know you have a girl looking though your case files?"
"I do," he looks down at my, "don't get them out of order, ok."
"Ok," was my curt reply.
"What are you doing, babysitting at work again?" she asked him with a smile.
"No, and why does everyone think that I'm babysitting?"
"It's a logical deduction captain," I answer, trying very hard to repress the smile that curls at the corners of my mouth.
"What did you do, pick some kid up at the Star Trek convention?" Kate asked, I could tell she was very amused by the whole situation, at the moment.
"I didn't pick her up at a Star Trek convention," he turned and looked at me again, "I didn't know you liked Star Trek."
"Who doesn't?"
He thought about something for a moment, "You have a point."
"So," Kate pulled both of are attentions back to her, "If your not babysitting, who is she?"
I could see the same kind of awkwardness in his eyes like before, but this time it seemed to be a little easier.
"Well...you see...she's my...um...well...daughter."
She stared at Tony first, then me, then back at Tony, then back to me, and then down at her desk. When Kate looked up from her desk and back stared at me and Tony again she seemed a little less shocked, "I had no idea you had a kid."
"'Do you have a kid' didn't really come up in conversation I guess,” he said with a smile.
The second everyone had gotten quiet an older man walked between the two desks, a cup of coffee in his hand.
He stopped for a moment, contemplating something, "Didn't I tell you to stop babysitting your girlfriend's little sisters at work." it was more of a statement then a question.
"I'm not babysitting, boss." His boss, should have guessed from the coffee.
He walked over to Tony's desk, stopping right in front of it, "Then I'd love to know why there's a fourteen year old girl sitting on the floor by your desk?" he was good at ages, most people would have said thirteen
"Well Gibbs, she's my daughter, you see she came by last night and...." he was cut off by his boss' voice.
He looked down at me, "You behave and I don't care."
I nod my head in compliance; this guy was definitely someone I wasn't going to mess with.
"Good," he says as he walks to his desk and sets his coffee down, "Now get to work."
Kate and Tony got to work as fast as they could; they seemed to hold high esteem for Gibbs.
"McGee!" the outburst from Gibbs brought my attention back up from the files.
"Yes boss?" he asked as he sat down, obviously nervous at his boss' tone.
"Where have you been?"
"Down in Abby's lab, I was..."
"Be on time tomorrow,” he said as he stood up.
As he walked away from the area of desks Tony looked to see him press the elevator's button, "Where you going boss?"
"Meeting, I want to see work done when I get back." Gibbs said as he boarded the elevator.
I closed the filing cabinet, relaxing a little knowing I had met all of his teammates. I really needed to stand, when I was on the floor my legs were under me and now one of them was asleep. I stand and stretch my leg out some, watching what the three agents were doing. McGee was sitting at his desk, intently doing paper work; Tony was opening up some game in the Internet; and Kate was reading some file.
I walk between the two rows of desks, looking around at the busy work of the NCIS agents. I walk in front of McGee's desk; I don't think he even knew I was there. I walk in a circle for a minute, taking in the full layout of the building, the many desks and a hallway leading off to the side of the main area.
As I walk past Gibbs' desk I hear something fall behind me, I freeze as three sets of eyes immediately fix on me. I turn around slowly, knowing I most have done something really bad. I grimace at the sight in front of me, a full cup of coffee spilt onto the floor.
"Oops," was the first thing to come out of my mouth.
Kate and Tony seemed to jump up as I said that, realization of what had happened becoming clear.
"I'll get the coffee, you guys have clean up." Kate said as she pulled her coat and purse off the back of her chair, almost running to the elevator.
Tony jumped up, pulling a roll of paper towels from his desk and bringing them over to where the coffee had spilled.
The second he handed me the paper towels I was on the floor cleaning up the mess I had made.
"I didn't mean it, I was just joking last night."
"Don't worry, I know you didn't mean it." he looked up to McGee, "Probie, down here cleaning, now!"
He got up from his desk quite fast, grabbing the paper towels and helping us with are slipshod cleaning job. With all three of us collaborating on cleaning it seemed to go faster than I had thought. But when Tony and McGee both stopped I looked up at them, "Come on, we're almost done."
They were both staring at something behind me, this cannot be good.
"Guys, I got the coffee and..." I heard Kate's voice behind me stop in mid sentence, definitely not good.
I slowly turn my head to find Gibbs standing right behind me staring at the mess on the floor. He quickly grabbed the coffee from Kate and walked around us to his desk, taking a large gulp of his coffee at the same time.
"Boss, she didn't mean to, it just kind of..." The ringing of Gibbs’ phone stopped Tony.
"Gibbs," he answered, "Yes...or course...we're on it...bye."
"Grab your gear,” he simply said as he stood up and walked back to elevator.
I guess I'm off the hook, for now.
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Post by nikkinor on Jan 9, 2005 20:23:04 GMT -5
A/N: I am so sorry for this chapter being so late, I had no time to wrote over Christmas and right after that I went to a concert TN and had no time to write, so I’m very sorry for being so late.
Chapter title: Why does everyone think I'm babysitting?
Summary: “I guess I'm off the hook, for now.”<br> Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All that stuff in the first chapter.
LJ and Meg: thank you for telling me what you thought about HC, and I’m felling much better.
"Abby!" Tony yelled into the almost empty lab, "Abby, where are you?"
I could see he looked a little worried, "Abby, are you in here?"
"I'm right here Tony," called who I assumed to be Abby, from the far end of the lab as she turned around to face him.
"Mike told me you were looking for me,” he said.
"Yeah," she said as she walked up to Tony, "McGee told me what you did to him Friday."
"Abbs, come on. It was funny, he'll get over it."
"Tony, you embarrassed him in front of the whole building," she said angrily and I could tell Tony was slightly scared of her as she raised her voice.
"Abby, I was just having fun, he knows that."
She just stared at him for a minute, then she saw me "Tony, didn't Gibbs get mad at you before for babysitting at work?" She walked to her computer and clicked a few buttons, leaving the previous conversation behind, "Cause I've already made a bet with Ducky that you would never do it again after what Gibbs did to you before." she looked up and paused for a second and looked at me for a moment, "Who is your friend?"
"Well, Abby," I could tell it was going to be a little awkward for him to tell his co-workers about me. "She's my," he stopped, like he was thinking something through, "old girlfriend's parent's grandchild."
Abby looked a little confound, so I gave her the simple version, "April, his daughter."
She looked at me for a minute, just staring at my face, dumbfounded. For a while I wasn't sure if she was thinking or if she was in shock.
"You have Tony's eyes and mouth. I didn't even know you had a kid, Tony."
I was glad that in a way she seemed to except me.
"I don't really tell a lot of people about her."
"Oh, well I guess I should let you get up to the bullpen then."
"Ok, see you later Abbs."
"Bye." she said as we walked out of the lab and back into the hallway.
As we walked to the elevator I ask him, "What did you do to McGee?"
"Well, you see he writes poetry and stuff so I found one of his poems and read it to office."
"Angry girlfriend, right?"
"Yeah." he answered simply.
"Aftershock, the best and worst part of the prank."
"Like what would be the after shock of this," he said as he pushed my shoulder and makes me lose my balance for a minute.
"The aftershock to that would be war." I say as I push him the same way he pushed me.
We did that for a while till the doors to the elevator opened. But sadly neither of us had seen the doors open and he pushed me a little to hard and I ended up falling out of the elevator into the man waiting for the elevator and both of us fell to the ground.
"I am so sorry," I said as I stood up and helped him up, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm ok," he said as he straitened his jacket.
"McGee, are you ok?" Tony asked as he walked off the elevator.
"Yeah Tony," he turned to look at me, "Are you ok ma'am?"
I couldn't help but smile at him calling me ma'am, "Yes, I'm fine."
"Well, sorry about that probie."
"It's ok," he said as he picked up the folder he had been carrying, "No harm done."
"Come on April, I don't want to be late." Tony called as he started to walk to a set of cubicles.
"Ok," I said as I cot up with him, leaving a very flustered McGee behind.
The main office area was full of people, some on their computers and others just walking into the office and filing reports. It was only seven thirty and the entire building seemed to be in full work mode.
We walked past a set of stairs leading to an upper level, with larger offices and a room labeled M.T.A.C. Before I knew it, Tony was sitting at his desk starting his computer up.
I sat down on the floor beside a large filing cabinet behind his desk, looking around the area for a few minutes. It didn't look like anyone else from his team was at work yet, just Abby and McGee.
I opened one of the filing cabinets, skimming over some of the more salient names on the labels, Lieutenant Singer, Commander Trapp, Lieutenant Commander Voss. There were way to many titles in the hierarchy of the Navy.
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Post by nikkinor on Dec 20, 2004 12:51:40 GMT -5
A/N: I’m so very sorry that this chapter is so short, I’ve been really sick all week long and haven’t been able to work on this till late last night. If I can I’ll post another short chapter some time during the week, but I should have a full chapter next week.
Were in the car, on our way to the NCIS building. We haven't really talked all morning with the exception of the wake-up call at six. I hated the silence that lingered between us, the cold sound of nothing in the air around us. I longed for the fun natured, happy conversation we had had the night before.
"Tony?" I had called him Tony all last night; dad just didn't seem to fit him.
"Yeah?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Can we listen to some music or something?" I really didn't like the silence and music would help.
"Sure," he said as he flipped the radio on to a station playing Christmas music.
The soft music didn't help the silence, as much as I'd hoped it would, but was better than nothing at all.
I look out my window, the snow just starting to fall, listening to 'I'm dreaming of a white Christmas' as we drive.
I always seemed to be looking out windows, just watching the scenery go by. I knew I shouldn't have gone to bed last night; everything would have been fine if we had just kept talking all night long.
"Where here," I here him tell me and it pulls me out of my thoughts and back into the real world and I nod in acknowledgement of his words as I get out of the car.
"Is NCIS ready to fight a war with there canons?" I ask as we walk by the large canons in front of the building.
"To be honest, I have no idea what the canons are for." he says as we walk through the doors leading into the main lobby of the building.
"Tony," I here a voice from behind us call out as we walked farther into the lobby "She'll need a pass."
I turn to see a security guard walk up to us and hand me a pass clearly marked 'visitor'.
"Thank you," I say as I clip the pass to my sweater.
"And Tony, Abby has been looking for you." the guard said just as we walked onto the elevator.
"Abby," I try to remember what he had told me she did, "The girl in the lab that does fingerprints and runs blood tests, right?"
"Yep." he answered simply as he pressed the button to the second floor.
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Post by nikkinor on Dec 14, 2004 8:28:49 GMT -5
"So, what do you do for a living?" I ask him; curious to know if he's with one of the agencies the cab driver had talked about.
"NCIS, its Naval..." I stopped him in the middle of his sentence.
"...Criminal Investigative Service," I could tell it was different for someone to know what NCIS stood for.
"How'd you know that?" he asked me as he pulled up a stool on the other side of the counter.
"Cab driver told me, he said a lot of FBI, CIA and stuff live down in this area, when he mentioned NCIS I asked him what it stood for." I answered. "Smart cab driver, most people don't have any idea what NCIS is or what we do."
"Navy cops that investigate murders." I say, remembering what the cab driver had said.
"More cab info?"
"Yeah, so do you just go around finding dead bodies and finding who killed them?"
"Close enough, but we just do Navy personnel murders."
"So Kate goes and helps you find murders?"
"Yep, her and Gibbs, my boss, and McGee, the newbie. Then we have Abby in the lab running finger prints and blood samples, and then Ducky does autopsy."
I tried to remember all their names, Kate, Gibbs, McGee, Abby, and Ducky. "Are you working on any cases right now?"
"No, if we were Gibbs would make us work all night until we found the murder."
"Tough boss?"
"Ha, he's worse than tough, try hard as a rock."
As he finished his sentence, the buzzer for the oven started to ring. He stood up and took the pizza from the oven, setting it down on the counter in front of me. He cut the pizza and took out some plates and drinks.
"Looks good," I say as he sets the plates on the counter.
"Hope it is, I haven't eaten since lunch either." he says as he cuts the pizza into eight slices.
I take a large slice and put it on my plate, smelling the hot meat and cheese "It sure does smells good."
"It does." he says as he also takes a large slice of the pizza.
I take a bite of the pizza; despite the hot that burned my tongue it tasted better than anything I had ever had. "It tastes just as good as it smells."
Talking was at a minimal as we ate, I was hungry and could tell he was to. The only things that really came up in are light conversation was if I was good in school or if I was into any sports. As we did occasionally talk it was a nice feeling, not pressured or uncomfortable, just questions asked back and forth to get to know each other better.
As we finished off the last of the pizza I couldn't help but yawn. The time had gone by fast, when we had started talking it was only around ten, but now it was after twelve and I was getting more and more sleepy as it grew later and later.
"You look sleepy, I guess we should get to bed soon." he said as he saw me yawn again.
"Really," I yawned again, "I'm not that sleep at all," yeah that was a lie, but I really didn't want the nice feeling I had around him to disappear.
"Yeah, you don't look at all tired." he said sarcastically. "Now really, you need to get some sleep. I have work for two more days till I get off for Christmas, and I'm going to have to take you with me."
"You can leave me here by myself," I say as I hop off of the stool and walk over to the door to get my bag.
"Yeah, I could leave you here, but I don't know what I'd come home to. I really don't know what you would do if I wasn't here to stop you from burning down the house, I can hear it now 'Were really sorry Mr. DiNozzo, but your house was burned down today.’”
"Guess I'll get to meet all the people you work with then?" I ask, the slightest hint of mischief in my voice.
"No jokes, unless it's Kate. No freaking anyone out, unless it's McGee. And don't touch Gibbs' coffee."
"So," I say as I follow him to the guest bedroom, "Lots of jokes, freak people out, and spill Gibbs' coffee."
"Right." he says as he opens the door to the room and flips the light on.
"Nice room," I say as I walk in and set my bag down on the floor.
"Your grandmother did it, she has this thing about decorating my house."
"Really, it's really nice." I say, sitting down on the bed and bouncing on it a few times.
"I guess I'll see you in the morning then." he says from the door.
"Yeah, I guess so," I say as I take my pajamas out of my bag.
"Well, good night."
"Good night," I say as he leaves the room and shuts the door.
It only takes me a minute to change, and before long I'm in the bed realizing how tired I am.
I lay there for a minute, just thinking about the day. It had been long, but one of the best of my life. For the first time in my life I had felt at home.
For the first time I wasn't a mistake, I was a daughter, I was his daughter.
For the first time in my entire life I was loved.
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