*NCIS Headquarters*

"Hello, I'm Bella Swan."

Gibbs nodded and replied, "Hello, I'm Agent Gibbs. This is your desk, and you're partners with Agent Tony DiNozzo and Agent Ziva David. I hope you can keep up."

Bella nodded and smiled. Gibbs allowed himself a small smile before disappearing.

"Hello," Ziva said standing up with a smile, "I am Ziva David. I look forward to working with you…"

"Hello there," Tony said flirtaciously stepping in front of Ziva and offering his hand, "I'm Agent DiNozzo. You can call me Tony."

Bella turned to Ziva and replied, "Thank you, I look forward to working with you also."

Tony's smile faltered as he looked at Bella.

"Excuse me, uh…"

"Bella."

"Bella! I was just saying…"

"Oh, I heard you."

"Then why didn't you answer?"

"Because" she replied smiling, "I don't speak the language of Lame Flirting."

Tony huffed, smiling to show it didn't bother him, even though he knew she got him. Ziva smiled appreciatively at Bella.

"I like you already," she said nodding. Bella grinned and Ziva led her away, explaining the way around and who everyone is.

Bella's P.O.V.

After Ziva explained things a bit to me I went my own way. I was walking down a hallway when I knocked into someone.

"I'm so sorry," I said quickly.

The person stood up. He looked about in his late twenties, early thirties. He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it as he said, "Hi, you must be the new agent. I'm McGee, Timothy McGee."

"Bella Swan," I replied warmly. He seemed nice enough. He straightened out the papers he had dropped when I knocked into him.

"Well," he said smiling, "Nice to meet you. I'll be seeing you."

I smiled for about the hundredth time today and entered a glass door. I stepped into what I assumed was a forensics lab. I heard heavy metal music blasting from behind the second sliding glass doors and I pressed a button. The door slid open and someone in a white lab coat turned around. It was a girl, early to late twenties. She had shiny jet black hair that was pulled into two sleek pigtails, one on each side of her head. Her lips were painted a crimson red and she had a tattoo on her neck. She was wearing a red and black shirt with red and black striped fingerless gloves and chunky black platform boots.

"Hi! I'm Abby, you must be Bella," she said excitedly. I'm sure I looked confused as hell.

"How did you know?"

She grinned and replied, "I've got my ways."

I liked her already. She came over and led me out of the room into an autopsy room. There an older man was cleaning up some supplies and taking off his gloves.

"Ducky," she said happily, "this is the new agent, Bella Swan."

Ducky smiled and peered at me from behind his glasses.

"Hi," I said nicely.

He replied, "Good afternoon, Ms. Swan and welcome to NCIS. I am Donald Mallard, but everyone calls me Ducky. Is this your first criminal investigative job or have you worked like this before?"

"Well, I worked for the CIA for 3 years and I got sent here. I like it so far though."

Abby and I said bye and she went back to her lab. I went back to the office and sat at my desk.

"So," Tony said leaning over from behind his desk, "I thought since I'm so bad at flirting we could go out instead."

God damn it, he was cute. His grin, as annoying as it was, made me get butterflies. No… no, I can't date someone from work…

"Tony, quit flirting with Bella," Gibbs said as he walked in and smacked Tony in the back of the head. I giggled and Gibbs cracked a smile. This wouldn't be so bad.

*4 months later after many solved cases*

Tony's P.O.V.

"It looks like a pizza," I said looking at the picture Bella drew.

"Everything looks like pizza to you," she replied grinning sarcastically.

I nodded in agreement and said, "True."

Bella, McGee, and Ziva laughed. Oh, God, her laugh made me want her even more. I wanted to reach out and feel her curly brown hair to see if it felt as soft as it looked. And to kiss those perfect pouty lips… Bella's phone buzzed and she glanced at it briefly before dropping it in her garbage bin and walking to the elevators. McGee gave me a confused look and Ziva looked concerned. I started to get up when Gibbs pushed me back down and put down his coffee cup. He walked to the elevators and pressed the button.

Bella's P.O.V.

I sat in the corner of the elevator like a lost child letting the tears run down my face. I wiped them away furiously, scolding myself mentally.

Stop acting like a baby, my conscience said, you work for NCIS. There is no time or emotions. I had my knees pulled up to my chest, my arms crossed over them and my face buried in my sleeves. The door suddenly opened and I looked up. Gibbs entered the elevator and the door shut behind him. He slowly sat down next to me and pulled me close. I felt like a kid, but I laid my head on his shoulder anyway. We sat there more a couple minutes before I pulled away and spoke.

"I uh…," I went slowly because my voice was cracking, "my former ex boyfriend keeps calling and texting me. He keeps saying how I ugly I am, that I was never good enough, and I never will be. It hurts, and I don't know what to do, Gibbs."

He kissed my forehead and hugged me.

"Who is he?"

I whispered, "Alex Curtis."

He helped me up and wiped my face.

"You can do better without him."

I smiled and we got out of the elevator.