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This story is No. 5 in the series "Life in A Minor". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Family is family, no matter how long it's been since you've seen them. Song Fic!

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
NCIS > Faith-CenteredDamiaFR1312,1700147,4203 Feb 083 Feb 08Yes
Artist: Three Days Grace
Song: Never Too Late

Disclaimer: I own nothing involved with Buffy or NCIS

Note: If anyone has a particular pairing, be it any BtVS or random other character (so long as I've heard of them) or song, I'd be happy to oblige. I seem to be on a Three Days Grace kick lately, so I have a lot of those on the brain.

-D

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Faith put out the cigarette rubbed the back of her neck. This was her dream as a child. Find the once-beloved uncle and have him make everything better. Everything better ...



This world will never be

What I expected




As if everything could have been better. Kelly and her mom had died. Uncle J had been as messed up in his own way as her mom. Faith didn't really remember much about Kelly. Kelly would have been 21 or 22 now, only 3 years younger than herself.

From what she'd heard, her uncle had pretty much lost it. Didn't want to be near his family, didn't want to be near anyone for a long time. Apparently he'd married 3 more times, divorced each of them. His life was devoted to his work, saving people. Or at least finding out who killed them if they're already dead.

Faith wondered idly how he'd take knowing that she'd killed someone. How he'd take the whole slayer bit. Not that she was supposed to tell him. 'Cause things being against the rules had always stopped her before. Yeah right.



And if I don't belong

Who would have guessed it




Faith just barely stopped herself from biting her nails and walked into the government building, hating the feeling of claustrophobia that tried to crush her. Two deep breaths and she was able to ignore it. Getting past security was easier than she thought it would be. Especially considering her black leather pants and blood-red corset top under a black leather coat. The outfit didn't exactly scream 'trust me'. Her security clearance was impressive though. The brunette was told where to go, but it still didn't help. She got lost.

"Can you tell me where to find Special Agent Gibbs?" She asked a 30-ish good looking man. The guy stopped and smiled widely, taking in all of Faiths curves appreciatively. He seemed to really like the inch or two of smooth skin between the waistband of her pants and the hem of her shirt.

"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, I work with Special Agent Gibbs, may I be of assistance?" He asked, leading her to a blocked area with desks. He gestured to a seat and Faith spotted Gibbs on a nameplate on one of the desks.

"Sure, you can tell me when Gibbs will be getting back," Faith told him with a grin, taking off the jacket and tossing it on the desk.



I will not leave alone

Everything that I own

To make you feel like it's not too late




"Special Agent Gibbs is currently in a meeting, he wont be out for a while," DiNozzo told her, sitting on his own desk.

"Tony, have you seen my spiked red leather collar? It came loose somewhere and it's not in my lab," A tall goth girl asked, her pigtails bouncing as she inspected the floor carefully, not noticing the other woman.

"No Abs, no collar," Tony told her, glancing around the area carefully.

"If you see it can you bring it up to me?" Abby stopped looking at the ground and turned to Tony before noticing the guest. "Oh, I didn't see you. I'm Abby," The girl was wearing black pants covered in chains and a black T-shirt with a red band logo.

"I'm Faith, I'll keep an eye out for your collar," Faith told her with a smile. Her own neck was adorned with a heavy cross hanging off a leather thong. Abby turned to Tony and jerked her head, telling him to follow her.

"Who's that?" McGee asked as he and Ziva joined them.

"Faith," Abby said, turning to Tony.

"She's here for Gibbs," Tony said with a shrug.

"I thought he only went for redheads," Ziva commented, glancing over at the young woman.

"I don't think she's a girlfriend," Abby told them.

"Who's not a girlfriend," Gibbs asked them. The group turned guiltily and Gibbs raised an eyebrow, walking past them and pausing in front of the young woman.

"Special Agent Gibbs?" She asked.

"Do I know you?" He asked, looking at her carefully.



It's never too late



"Um, you used to know my mom I guess, I don't know if I count as knowing with how old I was," Faith started, feeling oddly nervous. She was Faith, the dark slayer. She was never nervous.

"Faith?" He asked, her name suddenly clicking. His first wifes no-good sister's only kid. He hadn't seen her since before Kelly died. He'd tried to find her later, but no one knew where she'd gone and her mother had died.

Gibbs' crew looked on silently, trying to figure out who the girl was and how Gibbs knew her.

"Yeah," She ruffled her hair with a nervous hand and held the other one out to shake. Gibbs took it and clasped it in his, for a few moments.

"It's good to see you kiddo, it's been a while," He told her with a slight smile. Faith grinned.

"Yeah, that's a way of putting it," Faith agreed.

"How have you been? What's been going on?" Gibbs asked her, leaning against his desk while Faith leaned against Ziva's.

"I've been good. Really good lately. Done a little of this, a little of that," Faith said, her eyes flicking off to the side. His people were still behind her and it was making her nervous.

"That's good. Look, I've got a lunch break, you want to join me in our cafeteria?" Gibbs asked. She smiled widely.

"Sure, I could use a bite," She agreed, snagging her coat and following him.



Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life




"I heard about your mom, but I couldn't seem to find you anywhere," Gibbs told her after they sat down. Faith gave a humorless chuckle.

"Yeah, I went underground for a while. Took after my mom a lot. Not the drugs, but, you know," She told him. He did know. Sex for money and protection. Carol had been a real piece of work, he could never understand how she could treat herself and Faith the way she did.

"Are you in any trouble?" He asked seriously, looking in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow.

"Define trouble," She countered dryly.



Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it around

'Cause it's not too late




"Sorry Uncle J, habit," She shook her head tiredly and looked at him through eyes far too old for their years.

"You didn't answer the question," Gibbs told her, not sure he wanted to know the answer. Faith smiled slightly.

"No, I'm good. It took awhile, but I figured out how to take care of myself," She told him. Gibbs nodded.

"That's good. I worry about you." Gibbs told her. Faith stopped mid-bite. He worried? He hadn't seen her for over ten years and he still worried. She put her burger down and looked at him for a few moments, her head cocked to the side. Gibbs didn't say anything.

"Thanks,"



It's never too late



"So, what do you do for a living?" He asked her, putting aside questions of her childhood. It didn't seem like she'd been a child for very long.

"I am a teacher, among other things," She said with a bright proud smile. Jethro found himself smiling back.

"A teacher? That's great," He agreed.

"Who'd of thunk it? I love it though, the girls are great," Faith told him.



No one will ever see

This side reflected




"Girls? Do you teach at a private school?" Gibbs asked.

"Ever heard of the IWC Schools for Gifted Girls?" Faith asked him. Gibbs nodded. They had kids from all sorts of backgrounds and all sorts of nationalities in them. A new one had recently started up in the DC area.

"The President's niece is at the new one here in DC, the Anya Jenkins Memorial School," He told her. Faith grinned.

"That's the group. I'm one of the board members and the newest Dean. I'm heading Anya Jenkins. I also teach self defense and yoga," Faith told him. Gibbs raised his eyebrows.

"Sounds like it keeps you busy," He commented.



And if there's something wrong

Who would have guessed it




"In a relationship?" Gibbs asked, leaning back into the chair.

"Just ended my first serious relationship. He ended up being less charming than I originally thought," Faith said, fiddling with her napkin.

"That's too bad," Gibbs said sympathetically. Faith's eyes sparkled and a mischievous dimple appeared in her cheek.

"Too bad about those ex-wives too, maybe reds a bad color for you," Faith chuckled and Gibbs laughed outright, drawing notice. It wasn't often that he laughed like that.



And I have left alone

Everything that I own

To make you feel like

It's not too late

It's never too late




"Maybe Faith, Maybe," He nodded.

"Or maybe you're just getting old," She added, unable to resist.

"Me? Old? I think not," He disagreed.

"Your hair is looking a bit distinguished Uncle J," Faith told him, tossing her head back and laughing loudly when he raised his eyebrows and reached both hands up to touch his hair.



Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life




"I'm glad you stopped by," Gibbs told her. Faith smiled again.

"Me too," She agreed.

"Come to dinner with me tonight," He told her. Hope bloomed in her eyes along with a wariness that he didn't like.

"I'd like that," She agreed. "Where?"

"Do you like Italian?" He asked.

"Do bears like honey?" She chuckled at the look on his face, "Yes, I love Italian," She re-iterated.



Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late




"I need to get back to my case," Gibbs started, "Should I pick you up?"

"That'd be nice, I'll walk with you, leave my number and address," Faith told him. The two walked companionably, trading small talk and drawing notice.



The world we knew

Won't come back

The time we've lost

Can't get back

The life we had

Won't be ours again




"Jethro," A woman called as they neared his desk.

"Jenny," Gibbs nodded. The redhead caught up and Faith arched an eyebrow at her uncle, who had the temerity to give her a bland look.

"Hi, I'm Director Shepherd," The woman held out a hand and Faith shook it.

"My niece, Faith," Gibbs introduced before they said anything. Jenny looked surprised and Gibbs looked smug.

"I have to go, I'll leave my info on your desk," Faith told him.



This world will never be

What I expected

And if I don't belong




"Where's Gibbs?" Tony asked.

"Talking with your Director," Faith snagged a pen and paper off Gibbs desk and scrawled the address and her cell number on the pad.

"Have a nice lunch?" Tony asked the luscious brunette, unable to stop himself from checking her out. Again.

"Very. Can you have him to call me soon-ish? I need to know how to dress for dinner tonight," Faith called out, grinning at the floored look on Tony's face and sauntering out.



Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it around

'Cause it's not too late




"Hey Boss, Faith wants you to call her, she doesn't know how to dress for dinner," Tony tried to stall his boss. Gibbs raised an eyebrow and walked around the younger man, sitting down at his desk.

"What did you find?" He asked his team.

"What do you mean boss?" McGee asked, ever the innocent one.

"You ran a background check, what did you find?" He demanded.

"Our clearance was not high enough on part of it," Ziva told him.

"What?" Gibbs shouted.

"She's not involved in any government agencies, but she was in jail and got a full presidential pardon. Her criminal records are sealed and buried. She works for the IWC, on the board, current Dean of the Anya Jenkins Memorial School for Gifted Girls here in DC," Tony told him.

"Hospital records are vast," McGee added.



It's never too late



"Is there anything to worry about?" Gibbs wanted to know.

"Not really. The IWC is international, branches all over the world, but they have not really done anything too horrible. Their original board of directors and main branch was blown up in 2002, current head was a suspect but cleared of charges. Believed that a middle eastern terrorist group was behind the attack," Ziva said.



Maybe we'll turn it around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late (It's never too late)




"Then I'm good. If I need to know something I'll ask my niece," Gibbs told them.



It's not too late

It's never too late

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