NCIS- Two Mom's (Re-named)

Hey!! This is the second copy of my story. Once again it's based on a dream I had. Very different from the show and it's no where near finished. Basically it's what if Kate had an adopted daugther, and what if Ziva David was her real mom, and what if Ari wasn't Ziva's brother at all, but her boyfriend and Ziva's daugther's father.

Enjoy!!

I stood there in the Directors office. Frozen in time. I couldn't move, the words she said to me just stoke like crazy glue in my mind. I new what they meant but I couldn't comprehend them for the life of me. I collapsed in to a ball on the red leather sofa in her office as tears and grief overwhelmed me. She could not be dead.

My mom. A former secret service member turned into NSIC agent. She couldn't be. I took bits and pieces for information from the Director and another agent I new as Special Agent Leroy Gibbs. I didn't pay attention to much of it. I knew when they called me from school, had and black SUV to pick me and drive me to the HQ something was wrong.I had this horrible lurching feeling in my stomach since lunch time. All I needed to hear was she was dead and that's all I needed to hear. I didn't care for the details, nor could I handle them at the moment.

I heard a sniper bullet. One bullet took out what I thought was my in-destruvie mother, Special Agent Kate Todd. Then I heard the word trail. They didn't even know who took the only person I had left away from me and they were talking about a trail? "Julie, Julie honey please say something". She sat next to me and put her small arm around my shoulders. I looked up at her with puffy red eyes and smeared black make-up. She brushed my tears away as she hugged me.

"It's going to me okay. Were going to find who did this and were going to take care of you. Don't worry." Catch who did this? I didn't really cared who did it, sure I would like to look the bastered in the eyes and ask him what my mother did to piss him off so much that she had to assonant her. And don't worry? My mom was all I had left. I am going to end up in foster care. Great, who is going to want to adopt a 16-year-old teen? Yeah um NO ONE!

Everything was coming at me at one time. I jumped up from the sofa and ran. I ran out of her office, down the stairs, into the bullpen where other agents my mother had worked with looked at me as I ran sympichathical. It felt like I wasn't moving, like I was stuck there. I finale made it to the stair case as I ran down them and out the front door. I collapsed again on the hot black pavement letting at screams and cry's of grief and angry.

I stayed there for what felt like hours. Just hoping if I wait there long enough, my mom would come back. I know it is silly. But I want her to to come back to much. I miss her so much already.

I slammed the pavement with both fists and I punch myself off the ground. My mother wouldn't want me like this. She new I was brave. I know I'm brave and tough. I can handle this. Okay I can try and handle this the best I way I can. I have too, I do not have any other choice.

I pressed my back against the side of the tall glass like building as I breathed in the cool spring air trying to calm myself down before I went back in there. I did not want to face them. With all there "I'm so sorry for your lose". I hate that. Not that it's a load of bull but I just don't like looking up in their sad faces and say "thank-you" or explaining how I feel. I simply hate it.

A few minute's later I built up the courage to go in. As I stepped out of the elevator onto their floor I saw them all huddle up. The lab tech, Abby Suctio, who was also one of my mom's closet's friend ran over to me and gave me the biggest hugs. I hugged her back as I sobbed into her shoulder.

"I don't know what to say". Abby whispered into my ear. "It's okay. Neither do I". I said back. All I really needed was comfort. Not words. In reality know words could fix this or make me feel better. I didn't want people to try and make me feel better. They know they can't, so why bother trying?

Abby released her embrace as she smiled at me. "Your strong kido, just like your mom". She kissed my forehead and walked away over to Gibbs.

Duckey came over to me next. Wise old Dr.Mallered had seen pretty much everything, so he is the easiest to relate to. He walked over and took my hand. "My dear child, your mother died in Huron, never never let anyone every tell you other wise, okay?" I nodded wearily. "You know, your like a grand-daughter I never had. So even though you mother is gone, always come back here okay?" Again I nodded and I gave him a hug.

I hugged the rest of the team and took their words of comfort. Then when know one was looking I stepped into the elevator and sunk down in to autopsy where my mothers lifeless body lay. I got down there and the the tog tag marked "Catlin Todd". I walked to the front of it and pulled back the white sheet that covered her face. She seemed so peaceful, like she was taking one of her middle of the day cat naps. I pulled up a metal stool and sat next to the table. I took her hand as I started to cry un-controllable. "Why did you have to leave me?" I was pretty bad, I was talking to a dead body. But I couldn't leave. It was like I was stuck to the chair. In my heart, I didn't want to leave. I knew once I leave I'll never see her face again.

No more making cookies at midnight when she had a bad day at work. No more waking up a six in the morning to hear her singing badly in the shower ( though I'd never tell her that!). Life as I knew it for me was over. I don't know how to go on. But I know I am strong, so I'll make it through this, even if it kills me.

Probably about an hour later I heard the elevator door spring open. I turned around suddenly, only to find Gibbs standing there. I turned around quickly, so he didn't see my tears, but of course, Gibbs saw everything. He came up beside me and pulled the white sheet back over my mothers head.

"She wouldn't want you to be like this Julie", he said to me. But I didn't care. I let out a sob as I turned to look at him. His aged face looked kind and gentle, but I looked at it with hatred.

"You know what agent Gibbs, I don't really care how she would of wanted me. She is dead and....and.....and.....". My sentence trailed off into loud crys and sobs. He hugged me gentle as I let every tear I had left in me out on his navy blue jacket.

A few moments later I re-gained composer. "I'm so scared" I said to him, still hugging him. "I know sweetie. I know. And you know what? It's okay to be like that. Cause some days the world and god is going to kick your ass hard down on the ground. And it's your probably going to have to fight hell to get back up. But I know what kind of child Kate raised, and I know she can make it through this". He kissed the top of my blond head.

"Thanks Gibbs. But you know, you kinda sound like a skinner versison of Dr.Phil.....with more hair of course". He laughed as he put his arm around we as we walked back to the elevator and up to their floor.

Around 8:00 that night I jumped into the back seat of Jen's car. She had invited me into her home until everything was straighten out. We pulled up at the brass gates as she swiped a card to open them. As I stepped out of the BMW I saw the most beautiful and elegant structured house I had seen in my entire life. I had no idea she lived this way. She popped the trunked as she helped me life out my XOXO luggage bags and up the winding stairs to her front door. I stepped in and I saw the most elegant marble stairs in the world. We walked up the elegant stairs and into the guest bedroom. I was painted a Georges dark purple with a white floor design along the middle of the wall. The was a huge closet and a wooden hand crafted dresser and amour.

I circled around the room with one of my bags in my hand. Jen came to the door. "I thought you might like it" she said smiling a crystal white smile. " Yes I do. Thank- you" I replied back to her smiling. "Your welcome sweetie. not you can just leave your bags on the floor. Get changed for bed. I know you had a hard day. I hate to tell you this, but tomorrow is going to be even harder." I sighed and lowered my head, trying to hold back my tears. I looked back up at her with tears in my brown eyes "I know" I said quietly. She came over and hugged me. "Everything going to turn out okay, you'll see. Life gets better quicker then you think. Good night". I smiled "Night Jen".

I opened on of my bags and haled out an over sized NCIS t-shirt my mother had given me. It reminded me of her so I wore it that night. I pulled back the ivory sheets and crawled into the bed. I lowered my head and as soon as I did I started to cry, muffled my the pillow so Jen couldn't hear me.