Here we go: Again Alex meets our NCIS team. I have already written two crossovers, called 'A dangerous girlfriend' featuring Ari's daughter and Yassen; and 'A New Life' with Alex trying to tackle his life after Scorpia Rising and meeting Yassen's daughter.

Don't forget to review and wait for continuation.

Chapter 1

"What's up?" Gibbs asked when he entered Abby's lab.

"I found a match...two matches but none with a 100%" the forensic scientist answered and Gibbs looked at the computer screen. "The first one is called Ian Rider, he was found in MI6 data bank and he was a spy."

"He was?" the boss asked.

"He died two years ago."

"Ah..."

"The second one is his nephew, Alex Rider. I don't know why he's in the data bank, too. He has a 45% match, Ian only 40."

"How comes?"

"It must be a very far away relative," she said.

"Like?"

"Like a cousin of Alex or half-brother of Ian," Abby informed.

Gibbs nodded. "Find something out about that Alex," he ordered and turned to go but stopped when glancing at Abby. He smiled, "tell me."

"Alex Rider, goes to Washington High, senior year, makes graduation next April. He grew up in London with his uncle and passed away householder Jack Starbright. After the death of Ian and one year later Jack, he moved to San Francisco with his friend Sabina Pleasure and her parents.

But his school marks went down since then and he caused come trouble for being very violent but introverted. They sent him to another foster family in New York. In that school, he didn't make any friends and finally beat up his sister-in-law and therefore was brought to an orphanage here in Washington. Somehow, somebody cared that he was always brought to another city."

"And now a relative of him appears here in DC, too, as our possible murder to Director Vance," Gibbs sighed.

"Find out more, Abs." Before she could answer he already left the cellar lab.

It felt good for me to walk over the bodies. I haven't been able to do something like that for ages. The whole family, Sabina and her parents, were scattered on the floor, well, the parts of their bodies were scattered. Blood was sprayed everywhere, it was a massacre, wherever I looked was deadly red.

I grab the bottles and spill the concentrated alcohol everywhere. It's a big house and very lonely outside of San Francisco and I hope it burns fast enough. When I go out, I search the lighter.

That's the problem when you don't smoke, never having a fire lighter when you need one. I find it, light the alcohol trace and throw it away where it explodes with a silent 'bang'. Without turning around, I walk down the stairs and already smell the burning air.

I'd like to stay here for watching the bodies burn, but I don't have time. I need to return to DC, it's time for Alex to find out some more truth. I step on my motor bike and head off towards downtown.

Alex had not the faintest idea why he was invited to NCIS headquarters when he entered the huge building. He spent some time in conference room before a female agent led him to interrogation room where he waited for another twenty minutes, all knowing of course that the special agents were watching him through the one-side-mirror.

Finally, a grey-haired man entered the room, another agent, younger, brown hair, followed and closed the door. He stood behind him and the first agent sat down.

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs. You know why you're here?"

"Nobody told me anything. But I guess I'm a suspect for something" Alex answered with his British accent but remembered that his days as spy were over.

"Any idea?"

"No."

"Have you ever seen this man?" the agent asked and showed him the photo of a crime scene. It showed a man in marine uniform, his neck cut open.

"Never."

"He's found dead a day ago."

"I see. But I'm no hit man."

"How do you know it was a hit man who killed him?" the agent asked surprised.

Alex cursed himself for being too smart about such things. It was something he really knew, killing, betraying, espionage. "The neck is cut very professionally. Hardly blood spread and he didn't struggle or anything. It was a profi killer. It's obvious."

The special agent took his time to think about that prompt answer of the seventeen year old boy. "You seem to know a lot about it. Playing killer-games or watching too much TV?"

"No..."

"I've read in your files that you'd caused some trouble...ever killed, Alex?"

Pictures shot through Alex's head. Pictures of himself lying on the ground, full of blood, mixing with pouring rain. It was in Egypt and it was night. He walked away, turned around and shot. He'll never forget. "No, sir. Especially not that naval officer. May I go now? I don't even have any idea why you're suspecting me."

"We found your DNA on crime scene," the agent from behind said and walked between them. He took out another piece of paper of the file and showed Alex the test results. "A match of 45%," Alex figured out fast.

"Yeah, but still enough to having you invited here. Any family members we should know of?"

"My uncle and parents are dead."

"Why is your DNA in the data bank? You're uncle worked in a bank, we found his DNA in British Secret Service files."

"I don't know," Alex said and tried to look honest. They stared in each other's eye for a while and then special agent Gibbs nodded. Alex stood up, nodded back and left the room and the office, still wondering what family member Alan Blunt has still not told him about. Time to make a phone call.

"Alex, it has been some time since e last talked...since you moved to Washington," Mr. Blunt says in his typical, not very human like voice. It seemed he spent too much time behind his desk in his office in isolation from the outside-world. "How are you?"

"NCIS just interrogated me. You should tell me if you plan something."

"We're not planning anything, Alex. What did NCIS want?"

"They found a 45%-DNA-match at the death scene of a naval officer. Anything I should know?" Alex asked neutrally. He needed to get to the point.

A long pause followed where Mr. Blunt said nothing. Perhaps he researched or just sat in his chair and thought about a possibility, none came to his mind. "This is impossible," he finally concluded.

"Tell me something I don't know," Alex muttered.

"No, this is not what I meant...Mrs. Jones is currently on East Coast, too. Go home to the orphanage, at eight pm there'll be a car waiting for you there. Until then, don't leave the house, you understood me, Alex?"

"Yes," was the answer of the eye-rolling teenager. Alex has gone through too much to be scared of anything anymore. He's seen people dying, he's seen friends dying, he has shot enemies in self-defence, he has shot himself, his own clone Julius Grief, the evil twin-version of Alex.

Alex put the mobile back into his pocket and took the next tube back to downtown. He didn't know that he was being watched during every step.

Please review. This is my third Alex Rider/ NCIS crossover and I hope it shouldn't be my last one... So please tell me what you think about it :)