AN: This is a Twilight/NCIS crossover. Fair warning, it's more Twilight than NCIS. Although Tony is seriously hot and I would love to just play with him...I mean his character. Okay, either way. ;o)

I'm just messing around with this concept. If I don't get any response I probably won't pursue it. So be sure to leave a review if you want more.

BTW, I don't own any of it. I'm just having fun playing with it.


"Miss Swan? Director Vance will see you now." Cynthia smiled and nodded her head towards the sleek silver door in front of me. She was trying to be encouraging. I smiled tightly and stepped forward.

I had been working for NCIS for almost a year now. Mostly I worked in the dungeon, filing paperwork and evidence away for later use. Whenever I had the chance I would work with Abby in the forensics lab. She was helping me learn how to use all the computer systems and programs in the facility. Forensics wasn't really my thing. Mostly because I pass out at the sight of blood.

Anyway, in the nearly twelve months of employment, I had never spoken to Director Vance, and he had never spoken to me. So when I had gotten the summons to his office I had immediately gone into panic mode. Maybe they weren't happy with my work? Maybe I had miss-filed something or made some other mistake? My palms felt clammy and I had to force myself to take a deep breath before opening the door to his office.

I wasn't prepared to see Special Agent Gibbs sitting at the table. He didn't look very happy. Of course, he never looks very happy.

"Director Vance? You needed to see me?" I forced my voice to be calm. I even managed a smile as I nodded my head towards Gibbs. Special Agent Gibbs, I mean.

"Isabella?" It was a question. He had no idea who I was. There was no way this could be good news.

"Yes, sir. I'm Isabella Swan. Please, call me Bella."

"Of course. Please have a seat Bella." He motioned toward the table and followed me across the room. I sat at the end of the table with Gibbs on my right hand side. Director Vance sat down to me left with a manila file folder. It had my name on the tab.

"So, Bella." His dark eyes pierced into mine as he opened the folder in front of him. What was this? A performance evaluation or something? I wasn't due for another month.

"I understand you hold a masters degree in criminology and sociology. Is that correct?"

I glanced at the folder briefly. Was he questioning my resume now? I felt myself getting defensive at his implication.

"Yes sir. I graduated last year, right before I started working for NCIS." I thought I saw Gibbs' mouth twitch. My tone may have been a bit sharper than intended. Oops.

"Tell me about your thesis." Director Vance leaned back in his chair and tapped his long dark fingers on the table.

My thesis? Why the hell would they want to know about that? Besides that, there was a copy in my file I was sure. It was a required part of my application for employment. On the other hand, at least this was a topic I was comfortable with. They weren't questioning my job performance, so there was no reason to worry. Right?

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs. I looked back and forth between the gentlemen sitting at the table and pushed my hair back behind my ear before starting in.

"My thesis was written on the inner workings of the escort service business. I studied an escort service and spent a lot of time with the employees, figuring out the motives behind their chosen profession. I wanted to know how they had gotten into the business and why. Also, how they feel about themselves and why they stay with the job. Of course, there was much more to it than just that. It was a fifty page paper." I motioned to the file, letting them know that I was well aware that there was currently a copy of my thesis sitting right there in front of us.

"Was speaking with the employees the extent of your research?"

I swallowed thickly. He had read the paper. He knew the answer already. And yet, he was going to make me say it.

"No sir. I worked for the service that I was researching for one month as part of my research. In that time I went on several…dates. A few of the men I escorted were aware of my research project and agreed to be interviewed for the paper as well. Strictly anonymous, of course."

My arms twitched. I wanted to cross them over my chest defensively. I knew better, though. I was sitting in a room with two of the largest power players in the game. I couldn't show weakness. I forced myself to relax back in to the leather seat.

"What do you know about Edward Masen?" Gibbs spoke up for the first time since I had stepped in the room. The monitor in front of the table lit up and there was a picture of a man, tall, auburn hair sticking out every which direction, green eyes burning a hole in the screen.

My mind flashed back to a notice that had been sent out over a month ago.

"Not much, really. He's the only son of Carlisle Cullen. Carlisle was in the top ten watch list for terrorist activity, specifically arms dealings, up until a month ago when he was allegedly killed in a plane crash off the coast of Mexico."

Gibbs nodded his head in agreement, obviously satisfied with my answer. Gibbs and Director Vance shared a look. I watched as they seemed to share a silent conversation. When I couldn't take the silence anymore I cleared my throat.

"May I ask what this is all about?"

They went back to their silent conversation and I debated just standing up and leaving. But, you know, I have no intention of committing career suicide, so I stayed put.

"Bella, you have been selected for an assignment."

Surely I heard him wrong. An assignment? Like a real field assignment? No freaking way! Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gibbs shaking his head and looking down at the table. Apparently he wasn't happy with the Director's decision.

"We believe Edward Masen is taking over the family business." My eyes glanced up at the screen as Director Vance continued. "He's going to be in town this weekend. We believe he's meeting with some of Cullen's associates."

I nodded my head in understanding, but still not seeing where I would fit in to all this. What did they want from me? All I do is file paperwork and evidence. How is that supposed to help with anything?

"Masen has requested an escort for Friday evening."

Oh. Oh!

Fuck me!

He has got to be kidding me. It had to be some kind of a test, right? To see if I would be willing to do anything for my job or something like that?

My eyes darted between Gibbs and Vance. Vance was watching me expectantly. Gibbs was glaring at Vance.

The look on Gibbs' face was what convinced me. This wasn't a test. It wasn't a joke. He was completely serious.

"You want me to go undercover, as an escort to Edward Masen?" I had to say it out loud. I had to know if I had connected the dots correctly. And I had to see if hearing it out loud would change the Director's mind. Maybe he hadn't realized what exactly he was asking of me.

"You do realize that in the entire time that I've worked for NCIS, I've never been out of the basement, save for today. Right?" I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table. My foot started pumping agitatedly.

"Agent Swan. You are more than qualified for this assignment. You have the training. You have the knowledge. You can certainly look the part."

My eyes narrowed at his comment. I can look the part? Of an escort? Of a high class prostitute? Gee, thanks.

"You have three days to prepare, and my team will be there with you every step of the way." Gibbs was watching me with that little smirk on his face. I had a feeling he knew exactly what I had been thinking moments earlier.

"Gibbs, this is strictly need to know."

"Yeah, and my team will be there as back up, so they obviously need to know." Gibbs stood and waited by my chair until I stood up to follow him.

As soon as we had left the office I felt light headed. No way in hell that just happened! I just got my first field assignment! I forced air in to my lungs and one foot in front of the other. I still had Gibbs walking beside me. I couldn't show any weakness yet. Soon enough I could escape to my car and scream as loud as possible. Or pass out. You know, whichever came first.


Okay, so like I said, I'm just playing around with this one for now. Let me know if you think I should keep going with it.
Thanks for reading!

mezy