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Caff Pow Artist Part 2

The second part of the NICS request for PariahsChild I do apologise that this is short.... and crappy.

Sitting in the lab with Abby, I sip on a jumbo Caff Pow. Exiting her office, having changed into a spare change of clothes Abby had given me, I smile over to the dancing scientist. "Abby," she twirls round to inspect me "You have style." I compliment, she beams replying "And you suit said style. Like, really, really well."  I Quickly found a pen and pad if paper- sketching anything and everything in the vicinity.  

Abby is testing the DNA from my clothes and running it through database after database; a mix of rock and metal music blaring through the speakers. Perching on a pristine desk, I adjust the NCIS jumper Abby had hunted down for me. The door pings open behind us, DiNozzo and a smaller, older gentleman in scrubs enter the lab. "Ducky! Have you met Elina? She's so cool!" Praises Abby, causing DiNozzo to splutter as the older gentleman approaches me shaking my hand.  "Cooler than me?" DiNozzo splutters incredulously, Abby hugs me from behind nodding furiously. The man know as Ducky chuckles heartily. "Most definitely," states Abby, "She wants to be a tattoo artist! Her drawings are awesome. That and she doesn't seem scared AT ALL about what she's been through." She declares, causing me to giggle nervously, "Believe me, I'm petrified. And I wouldn't say I'm not scared of, anything...." I mumble, peeking Tony's interest; "Do tell." He grins.  "Geese and ducks." I deadpan, looking over to Ducky. "Sorry." I laugh, he smiles up to me "No worries my dear, if you ever want to talk about your fear, autopsy is only a floor below, or on the other side of a phone, if you don't want to listen to me talking to my patients" He chortles, bowing slightly he begins walking out. He turns back, "Oh, Abby- Palmer has supposedly sent you more tissues samples from...." His eye glide over to me, looking like a kick puppy. Sighing, I nod slowly "I don't, know much about them, but I could offer my drawing skills if you need help-" I bite my tongue thinking of the young kids, "Recognising, who's who." Ducky turns back, giving me a quick squeeze before exiting towards the lift. "Thank you El." he whispers.

An hour passes, with all of the Agents, save Gibbs rotating into the lab, asking if I need anything or if I want anything collecting rom my home- which I remember almost nothing of. McGee comes in to give me a coffee, clocking my half full sketch pad. "Hey, you're really good." He praises as he  places my coffee to my right. I smile up to him, I recollect DiNozzo calling McGee, McGeek- an idea pings into my mind. "Got any requests?" I tease, his eyes light up. He begins listing a character that he uses for a D&D campaign, as Gibbs storms in. "What's taking you so long McGee?" His harsh voice pushes me away from him, his eyes soften as he see me flinch. "I asked him, if he wanted a drawing doing. I'm sorry, Gibbs- I won't distract your agents anymore." I sip my  coffee slowly, as he leans over my half done picture of McGee in an elven form, wielding a three headed Battle-ax; he smirks down at the drawing, patting me on the head gently, "Good work kid." He whispers something to Abby, before exiting without another word. That man scares me..... in a, overly protective father figure, meets I will kick you in the ass if you annoy me, kind of way.

Abby has hit a dead end, she plops next to me burying her face in her plush hippo- said hippo emitting farting noises every time she moves. Sketching mindlessly, sipping the warm coffe- Abby suddenly springs up, eyes locked to the paper I am drawing on... Her eyes widen, who's.. who's that?" she asks nervously. Looking up to her worried face, I wet my lips, "He, stopped by a couple of times, I never heard his name. He didn't seem to like me being there..." I muse, she sprints out of the lab- returning minutes later with the whole team behind her. Gibbs picks up the paper roughly, "You sure it was him EXACTLY, Elina?" he interrogates, I nod slowly "Pretty sure, who, who is he?" I wring my hands, Abby sits next to me hugging me tightly. Gibbs scowls at the drawing, "One of our most wanted fugitives..." He answers, slightly dumbfounded, I look to Ziva, "Why does he sound so unsure." She sighs... "Because my father, the head of Mossad, killed him last year."

A/N I'm so sorry that was a crap ending, ad quite open.... I wasn't 100% sure how to end it. The original ending is a lot worse haha. I REALLY hope you enjoyed this xx.