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[LJ]

Great job, nikki! I like it. Keep up the good work!

[Deleted]

I love the story about Tony's daughter - and how sweet of a dad he's being. Can't wait to read the rest of it.

Hope you're feeling better and were able to enjoy Christmas day at least without feeling too gross.

[nikkinor]

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.

[nikkinor]

"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.

[LJ]

Wow, nikki...I gasped (loudly) when

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.

Excellent! (Writing, I mean. I think I would die if that ever happened to me.)

[nikkinor]

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.

[nikkinor]

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/

[swingcat]

Loved it - could so see all this happening. Reviewed at FF under my other pen name Southerncrossgirl.

Keep up the good work.

[ncisfanatic]

Hey my middle name is Alexandra, that would be soooooo cool if it were true. My initials spell out KAP.

[Mac464]

I like those fanfics Especially the ones considering about Kate and Abby. Well, maybe I'd be better of writing short ones myself than unfinished long ones.

[nikkinor]

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.

[Karie]

More Tony and April, I was enjoying that darn it!

[nikkinor]

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.

[Karie]

*Thinks about getting some nice juicy pic for nikkinor for an early christmas pressie...*

[nikkinor]

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.
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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.