Genevieve

Chapter 8

Gibbs came in to wake me up only two hours after I had fallen asleep again. I sleepily push myself out of bed and he hands me a pile of clothes. They were my clothes from yesterday, Gibbs lent me a shirt to sleep in, and I had an extra pair of shorts. "I thought you might want some clean clothes. Do you want to take a shower before we head in?" 

"Sure." He hands me a towel. 

"Don't worry, coffee on the way is in order." I smile and walk into the bathroom. Out of habit I lock the door behind me. I turn the water on and take off my shirt. I look at myself in the mirror, my scars on my stomach screaming out. Some are as fresh as yesterday, others are months old. I undress the rest of the way and hop into the shower. 

Once I am done and dressed I meet Gibbs down stairs. We walk out to the car and I see a black van across the street. I stop and point over to it. "Gibbs, isn't that the same black van that started chasing us yesterday?"He looks at the van and without looking back tells me to get in the car. I don't question him and I slide into the passenger seat. 

He gets in and he is on his phone as we drive off. "DiNozzo, that black van is still here and following us. I don't know if they will follow us to the navy yard." There is a pause and he sighs. "Dammit!" He slams the phone shut and looks at me. "Sorry, kid, looks like coffee is off the table right now. We have to lose these guys." I repress a groan about the coffee, then a lightbulb goes off in my head. 

"Don't we want them to follow us to the Navy yard? If we do then you can have agents ready to take them into custody when we get there." He shakes his head. 

"These guys are too smart for that. They know who I am and where we are going, it won't help." I sigh and lean back into my seat. I cross my arms. 

"Gibbs, I can try to use my powers to figure out who they are, if you want I can-" 

"No, Genevieve. You are to remain uninvolved, do you understand me? It is for your own safety." I shut my mouth and do not speak a word as we get closer to NCIS. As Gibbs predicted, the black van went a different direction once we got there. We check in and they give me a visitor pass. Once in the elevator, Gibbs presses a button to make it stop. "Genevieve, I know that you want to help find your parents' murderer, but trying to actually do our jobs is dangerous." 

"Gibbs, I can't sit around doing nothing. It kills me."

"You won't be doing nothing. After you I.D Lowe, you are going to hang out with Abby." I nod and he switches the elevator back on. 

"How does Abby feel about babysitting?" He smiles. 

"She doesn't know yet." I look at him as the elevator opens and he walks out. I chase after him and Tony looks at us. "Pull up the pictures on the plasma." Gibbs pulls out his desk chair and gently pushes me onto it. Tony clicks something on his computer and five pictures show up. All of them are in lab coats. I scan over them and then my eyes fall on the middle one. 

"I would know those eyes anywhere. One brown eye, one blue." Tony looks at me and asks if I am sure. I feel my voice wanting to break as I respond. "Yes, that's him. I could never forget him." Some tears escape my eyes as a feeling of complete sadness rips through my body. I hug myself tightly and wipe my eyes with my sleeves. "Did he kill them?" My voice is barely a whisper, but Gibbs hears me clearly. 

"We are going to find out, Genevieve. I promise you." He pats my shoulder. "You did good." He walks over to Tony and says something in hushed tones. Tony nods and grabs his stuff. Gibbs turns back to me. I think that he can tell what an emotional mess I'm in, because he pulls up another office chair and sits next to me. "This is another reason that I want you to remain as uninvolved as possible, the emotional tole that it takes on you." 

"I'm not always like that. I can help, I want to help." It kills me that I am not helping. "Gibbs, please, let me do something." He looks at the photo that is staring back at us. He sighs. 

"You can look in on the interrogation if that makes you feel better. But I cannot allow you to participate in field work." He looks at me. "Take it or leave it kid." I nod reluctantly as another man walks in. He is dressed in a suit and he goes to sit at the desk that Gibbs took his chair from. He looks at the floor then at us. 

"Which one of you took my chair?"