Chapter Seven!

Chapter Seven

Aimee stopped in her tracks at the sight of the empty squad room. When she got to her desk, she picked up the phone, calling Josh's cell phone.
After four rings, the voice mail picked up. "Chinora, you better have a really good reason as to why you're not here." She left him a quick message, then called Camila's cell phone. Also being answered by voicemail, she tried her home number. Nothing.
"Where are they?" Guthren asked, entering the squad room and pointing at Camila and Josh's desks.

"I was going to ask you the same question. No answer on any of their phones," she replied.

"Well, go get 'em!" he snapped, throwing the car keys at her.

"I have no idea where Camila lives. I mean, as far as work goes, we're friends, but outside of this office, forget it," she said.

"You're a smart girl, get her address and use the GPS system!" He slammed a desk drawer shut and stormed towards the elevator.

"But, Boss, you know that thing," she yelled after him, " never works," she mutterred to herself as the elevator doors closed. She sighed, then got Camila's address off of her records.

As she was riding down the elevator to the parking garage, her cell phone rang; Chinora, finally.

"Yes, Josh?"
"Um, Camila's still barking her guts up so I'm most likely not coming in today," he said, sounding stressed.

"You know you're suppossed to call before seven, which was half an hour ago," she scolded, going back up to the squad room.

"Yeah, well, I was up until three cleaning puke out of the inside of my car. Forgive me if I overslept a little bit," he snapped.

"She puked in your Camaro? Wow, she really must've been out of it," she laughed, reaching her desk in the squad room.

"Yeah. She keeps insisting that she see a doctor, but I said to wait and see if it's a twenty-four hour thing. So if she isn't better by tomorrow..."

"I'll take over babysitting duty." At this point Guthren had entered the squad room and gave her a questioning look. She smiled at him, then turned her back and whispered into the phone, "Thanks for leaving me all alone with cranky Guthren. Ever since Director Austin arrived he's been a real sneaky..."

"Bastard?" Guthren suggested, standing behind her and scaring her half to death.

"Yeah, that about covers it," she answered, trying to get her heart beat back to normal.

"Lemme talk to him," he demanded, outstretching his hand. Aimee handed the phone over unwillingly.

"Yeah, it's me...uh huh...you better be here tomorrow or you'll be typing up cold case files from every single NCIS field office, clear?" he said, then slammed the phone shut. "What have we got on our missing Petty Officer?" he asked.

"Um, considering I just got in ten minutes ago, so nothing new, as far as I know," Aimee said, plopping down at her desk and starting up her computer. Guthren threw her a look that suggested that if he could kill her, he would've at that point.

"Excuse me, Special Agent Guthren, this is Special Agent Louis Jarod, he will be filling in for Camila while she is out," Director Austin said, accompanied by a man in his early to mid-twenties with golden blonde hair and a very muscular, attractive figure which caused Aimee to forget her name for a moment.

"Who says she won't be back tomorrow morning?" Guthren snapped, not bothering to acknowledge the new agent.

"Just a precaution. You may take the desk over there," she said, gesturing to the extra desk next to Aimee's.

"Hi," Aimee exclaimed, jumping out of her chair and extending her hand, "I'm Aimee."
"Hola, Senorita," he said, grasping her hand firmly.

"In case you haven't noticed, Jarod, we speak English around here," Guthren snapped as his phone rang. "Guthren," he answered.

"Murray's got something big," Guthren said, walking towards the elevator and gesturing for them to follow.