NCIS: Lies and Truths

Disclaimer: I do NOT own NCIS or the rights to it.

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I have been gone so long. I know I haven't finished the other story, but I just HAD to post this one. =]

School has been hectic as well as life. That is why I haven't gotten to post.

I do plan on finishing "The Only Fear, is Fear Itself" soon. In fact, I'm working on the new chapter now. Which, there may be only one chapter left, before I even think about doing a sequel. Which that won't be for awhile.

I hope you can enjoy this new one in the "Goddaughter Gibbs" series! You'll be in for a sweet ride!!!


"Uh huh. Well, I don't think I'm doing anything Friday. I'll have to check with him." Ellie paused, listening to the voice on the other end of her cell phone. "Or you should be able to do that. Yeah. I'll see what I can do." She hung up.

Sitting at DiNozzo's desk, she sat, bored. Her school was on break, and she was happy for that fact.

If it wasn't for having to go to NCIS everyday, she would be happier.

Ellie loved NCIS. It was her second home. But, everyday for 3 weeks?

Tiring.


"Don't you have homework? Something to do?" Gibbs asked from his desk.

Looking over to Gibbs, she raised her eyebrow a notch. "Oh, I'd do it, but it's currently at home. I needed a break from it. Why do I have to come to NCIS everyday during my break? I'm perfectly fine at home Gibbs."

Giving her a stare, he started. "Cause, I said so."

"And that is a good enough reason?"

Mock-thinking, he thought. "Yup."

"Of course."

Ziva, McGee and Tony walked in at that moment, and saved her from a pending lecture.

"Good Morning Ellie."

"Morning Ziva." She said back, smiling.

"Mornin' turd."

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Good god Tony. Turd? Do I look like a turd? But good morning all the same."

"Actually, you look more like..."

"You say anything more Tony, and I will superglue your ass to your chair." She slanted her eyes.

"Warning taken."

She grinned.

Gibbs motioned her over to his desk. Walking over, she was close to him, for him to talk low.

"Mind watching the language?"

"You don't."

"I'm older."

Nothing was said on that.

"Can I please go home?" Ellie pleaded.

"No."

She glared. "Fine."

Heading to the elevator, she pushed the button, waiting for the car to arrive.

Tony looked at Ziva with a questioning look.

She just sent one right back.