Disclaimer: My name is Donald Belissario. I own NCIS. Even though I'm a teenaged girl and live in Australia, I still own NCIS. In my dreams……
Spoilers: Well, this is the second story in this series. You should read Caitlin, the next generation of TIVA if you wanna know what happened on her last encounter with those pesky metal detectors…..
Summary: Ummm…..I dunno yet. Maybe she gets kidnapped??
Rated: T, just cause a story about kidnappings isn't for little kids. May contain course language and adult themes.
Note: Set 3 months after last story. This is the Caitlin universe, so that means that Jenny is alive, but has retired. Maybe I'll make Gibbs retire too and they can move to Mexico…….
INTRO
Caitlin smiled to Derek the guard as she walked up the sidewalk and into the navy yard, being careful not to drop the two precious Caf-Pows she held. He smiled and waved in return. Caitlin kept walking until she reached the main NCIS building and then stopped and looked up. From the front, the building looked huge. It was four stories high plus the basements. Amazing that they could build it.
Caitlin walked inside and past the metal detector, only to be stopped short.
"Excuse me Miss, but you must go through the metal detector," said Bryce, the security guard.
"Why?" asked Caitlin, wondering what was going on.
It was the first time she had come to NCIS since Jenny retired last week, and this security guard seemed unfamiliar. Caitlin's last encounter with metal detectors and security guard was not a good one.
"Why, standard procedure, of course. Just to make sure you aren't carrying a weapon," he said. Caitlin realized he must be new. As in, first week.
"Of course I've got a weapon," said Caitlin, putting down the Caf-Pows and grabbing her Glock from the right thigh holster. The guard took it from her in alarm.
"Oi! Frank!" cried Bryce, calling out for his partner. Frank, an older man who was a friend of Caitlin's stuck his head out of his office "Kid here has a gun."
"Caitlin!" cried Frank, coming out to hug his friend, "Haven't seen you since Friday!"
"It's only Monday," she replied, taking her firearm from the bewildered Bryce and placing it back in the holster.
"I-eh-you-gah-HUH?" Bryce looked at his partner.
"You'll have to excuse him, he's new," Frank explained, walking Caitlin past the metal detector, "say hi to your parents for me."
"Will do, Frank. See ya later! Frank smiled as his young friend walked away in the direction of the elevator. Heaven forbid an American teen actually using the stairs.
Frank walked back to his confused new partner.
"That, Bryce, is a girl who you'll never need to check. Do you get me? Caitlin is allowed to carry weapons around in here. Absolutely no need to worry about her."
"May I ask why?" asked Bryce, still slightly confounded (learned that word from Harry Potter. Don't ya think this guy's a bit slow to be working at a federal agency?).
"Her parents a some of the best damn agents that NCIS has ever seen. Her grandparents are some of the most important people in the intelligence community. Do not piss her off under any circumstances."
"Understood."
And that was how Bryce the extremely slow new security guard at NCIS learned not to piss of the lovely young heroine of this series.
Sorry, short chapter. I'm sorta working on 3 or 4 stories at the same time, and I only have access to the computer between 7:30 and 10pm. So you'll just have to wait. R+R is fun!!