The Teenage Agent (A NCIS Fanfic)

~+=+~Chapter 4~+=+~

I walked out of the elevator. I knew I had a lot of explaining to be done. I also know that my chance of staying in America just got ten times worse.

I walked over to Zivas desk. She was typing something. I stood quietly 'till she noticed me.

"Hello Elise. Your looking better." She said.

"Yeah! I feel better...Where's Gibbs?" I asked.

"MTAC, why?" She asked me.
"I was told to talk to him." I responded. She just nodded.

"Did you find Ricks murderer? Although I still think it's Mossad. And that its my fault for telling him who I really was. It was stupid of me. Now he's probably dead because of me. We were actual friends. Met him while going into town for food....I'm rambling aren't I?" I asked.

"Just a bit. Gibbs will be down soon I expect. And Elise?" She said.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't blame yourself. You couldn't do anything about it." She said trying to make me feel better. She miserably failed.

I walked over to Tony's desk and sat down in his chair. He either was late or somewhere in the building. I pulled my iPod out it helped me pass the time. As each song came on I hit the table with the beat and mouthed the words. Or so I thought, I apparently was singing them because when I looked at Ziva again she was smiling.

"I was singing wasn't I?" I asked, well more like yelled. My music was really loud. I took my earbuds out and Tony's phone rang. I picked it up before Ziva could get to me.

"Special Agent Tony's desk. What can I do ya for?" I asked into the phone.

"There is a Rick Wayne here to see Special Agent Gibbs. Should I send him up?" A lady with a kind voice asked.

"Y-yeah. S-send him up." I said, my voice was shaky. I hung up the phone and Ziva looked at me worried. I looked into Tony's computer monitor and saw my face was pale; extremely pale.

"How is Rick coming to see Gibbs? He's in autopsy...dead." I said just barely more than a whisper.

The elevator door pinged and a man in a Navy Uniform stepped out of it. He looked like Rick. But he was very much alive. My gaze was set on him.

Ziva followed my gaze and saw the dead man walking. I stood up. He was walking towards the desks. He saw me and his eyes lit up.

"No. This is my imagination. He isn't here. It's just your imagination Lina. Nothing else." I said trying to convince myself. I turned around, and walked toward the woman's bathroom.

I walked in and locked the door. I looked in the mirror, my natural hair color was showing. The dark dark brown instead of blond. The tips of my hair blond from hair dye. I had taken the colored contacts off and my natural eye color showed.