A/N: I don't care if u ppl hate my stories, im gonna write them anyways!
Disclaimer: Mo---mmmy can I PLEASE have Tony for my birthday? PLEASE? -Don't kid urself my parents aren't that rich…
Kate walked onto the crime scene nervously, there was just something about this one, and she didn't get nervous easy either, which is saying something. "A Petty Officer, Yasmine Iraswha. Shot in her DC townhome, early this morning." Kate told Tony who was just arriving, late as usual.
"Ahh, yeah, Kate, that is officially disturbing." Tony said looking at her with a grotesque looking face.
"What? The crime scene? No shit Tony."
"No, actually I was talking about your hair." Tony said grinning. Kate kneed him in the groin.
"Shut up. I ran out of conditioner a couple days ago." Kate said irritably, hastily pulling her hair into a tight ponytail. "Let's go." She said, walking into the DC home.
Inside she started taking pictures of the body, and sketches, of course. She heard a light thump above her in a corner, where a closet might be, she guessed. She stopped clicking, listening hard and heard padding across the rest of the floor above her.
She put her camera down, walking quietly upstairs, gun drawn, ready for a fight.
She went to the room where she had most likely been standing under. She opened the door, and standing there, was a…girl. Most likely 8-9 years old.
She looked scared beyond belief. Kate guessed that might have to do with the fact that her SIG Sauer was pointed in the girls face. She lowered her weapon cautiously.
"Who are you?" Kate asked, looking at the girl closely, she had bruises on her face and arms, and her hair was awry.
The girl stood there for a second, trying to gauge whether to answer or not.
"Caliana Fatehmeh Iraswha, 8, Washington DC." She said concentrating. "But people just call me Cali, except…" She trailed off.
"What are you doing here?" Kate asked completely bewildered. The file said nothing of Yasmine having a daughter.
"I live here. Me and my mother moved here from Israel. She joined the Navy, and-and he didn't like it so he came-" she trailed off starting to cry.
Kate holstered her gun, and hugged this stranger.
She let go after a while, saying, "Hey Cali, do you think you could come down here with me and tell my boss what you saw?" She said trying to coax the girl.
"No! I can't!" She said recoiling.
"Okay, well, will you still come down?" Kate said trying again.
The girl nodded her head, but barely.
Kate walked with her back downstairs, Gibbs turned around to stare at her.
"What the hell?" He said.
"This is Yasmine's daughter. She witnessed her mother's murder Gibbs." Kate said raising her eyebrows threateningly, as saying, 'get a heart Gibbs.'
"Alright, Tony, take her out to the Sedan." He said.
"No!" she cried, holding onto Kate's leg, and stubbornly. Kate looked at Gibbs.
"She only responds to me." Kate said to Gibbs.
"Fine, Kate can take you to the car." Gibbs said. "Tony finish sketching." Kate took Cali out of the living room, careful to avoid the kitchen, where the body had been found.
They were walking down the steps, when Kate saw the glint off of a rifle scope, from a nearby building.
"Down!" Kate yelled, grabbing the little girl and pulling her underneath her. The shot went wide, pinging the railing, and into the bushes. Kate uncovered her head, pulling out her gun and aiming. The shooter was long gone, and They were now Targets.