Author's Note

This is my first NCIS fanfiction and I'm trying to keep chapters as short as possible for quicker updates.

This is about Gibbs's three nieces (his first wife Sharron's sister's kids) who need his help and how the girls cope. More about the girls (which as mine, by the way) and a bit less about the crew, but there will be plenty of our friends Tony, Ziva, McGee, Abby, Director Shepard, and Ducky.

Disclaimer: I hate writing these, so this will be the only one. It applies to all chapters written for this story. I do not own NCIS or any of the characters on the show. However, the man with the British accent, the three girls, and their parents, as well as the academy boys are all mine. (sticks tongue out)

So enjoy! Reviews/constructive criticism are welcome. This is only a start. It's get better as it goes on.

-Off Dreaming

Sisters Morgan, Nia, and Arwen were lounging in the living room of their house while their parents, both naval officers, were leaving for a business trip. Karin and Thomas Abernethy gathered their suitcases to head out the door, Karin being sure to take a glance at a photo on the mantel of her red-headed sister Sharron and her daughter Kelly. The doorbell rang and with a sigh of remorse, she and her husband both went to open it.

Nia, age 17, fixed her 13-year-old sister Arwen’s hair, much to her dislike as she wiggled and protested. She managed to push the dark brown waves into a decent ponytail as the doorbell rang. Her parents opened the door and a low voice with an English accent was heard.

“You need to come with us.” There was a heavy pause before her father spoke, his voice strained.

“Why?”

“You know why.” 19-year-old Morgan looked up from the magazine she was reading with a curious and alarmed look on her face. Nia’s stomach twisted as she motioned to her two sisters to remain silent, but they didn’t need to be told it.

“Is the gun really necessary?” asked Karin, her voice wavering.

“Positively,” replied the man at the door. “Oh, I’ll need yours too.” Her parents seemed to reluctantly hand over their guns. “Good. Now if we cooperate, we’ll make sure no one gets hurt- not even those darling three girls of yours.” Nia’s breath hitched in her throat and her eyes darted over to her older sister, whose eyes were wide and alarmed and her hand covered her gapping mouth. Arwen’s chin trembled with fear as she bit her lip to keep from talking.

“You lay one hand on them and I’ll-”

“Relax, Mr. Abernethy. We take you for a bit; you give us what we want, we do what we have to do, and then we send you on back to your darling abode in one piece. Righto?”

“NCIS will find us before you will be able to do anything!” cried Karin indignantly.

“We’ll just see about that one,” said the man at the door coldly before he forced the couple out of the door, shutting it behind him. Nia crept to the window and peered through the shades to see her parents forced into a white, unmarked cargo van at gunpoint. The engine was started and the car screeched away, leaving the three girls all alone and terribly confused.

Morgan burst out into sobs and rushed around the house in a frenzy. Nia felt a migraine coming on and her stomach twisted into something terrible as she stumbled around the house after her older sister, trying to get her to sit down before she did something stupid. Tears rolled down Arwen’s face as she gasped for air. Nia finally grabbed Morgan and pushed her down on the couch, trying to decipher her sister’s rambling sentences.

“They… that man… mom and dad… what to do?... gone!... where?... I… we… Arwen!”

Nia looked at her younger sister to see her face turning a deep red color.

“Her asthma!” cried Morgan.

“Inhaler!” Nia realized, dashing into the kitchen for the inhaler that would open her little sister’s stress and athletic induced asthma. She quickly pushed the inhaler into Arwen’s mouth, who took the biggest gasp of air she could manage as Nia administered the medication. Arwen coughed and then motioned for another dose. Nia assisted her and Arwen’s normal coloring returned as she breathed deeply, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. Morgan pulled the two girls close to her, the group huddled in a ball of sorrow.

“Who was that man? What does he want? Why did they take mom and dad? What are we going to do?” Morgan burst out, her sentences much more coherent.

“I’m going to call NCIS and the cops and we’re going to pack clothes and stuff to survive us for a week or so and wait until they show up.”

“Okay, I’ll grab the phonebook,” offered Morgan, attempting to maintain her emotions.

“No need,” said Nia, unconsciously pulling Arwen closer to her.

“You have the number for NCIS?” asked Morgan between sniffles.

“Even better,” said Nia, unnervingly calm. “I have the number for Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Morgan said incredulously, burrowing her face in her hands.

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