A/N: First NCIS fic, woot! To those of you sent by An Order of RAWR, thank you so much!

All I own is Miranda Heartly, all else is property of Belasarious Productions

"Gibbs! You know I don't work well with new people! I think we all remember Chip and HOW HE WAS INSANE!" Abby was not happy at all, Gibbs had come down to lab to tell her that she was getting an assistant Of all the things in the world that he could do, this was what he did! New people (to forensics) in Abby's opinion could be quite annoying. She didn't need an assistant, she didn't want one, and she just wanted to keep things the way they were right now. Crossing her arms over her chest, Abby turned away from Gibbs. "Abs! She'll be here in two days, so prepare yourself!" Gibbs yelled as he left the lab and she was alone once again. As soon as he was out of earshot, " He's not the one who has to deal with somebody who has no idea what to do ALL THE…time." Well, Abby Scuito, here we go again. "I wonder what she'll be like. Maybe she'll leave after she sees me! That'd be nice."

Abby paced crossing and uncrossing her arms. She picked up her Caf-Pow from the table and slurped up some of the caffeine-loaded drink. Why? Why did Gibbs have to do this her? And why was she so nervous all of the sudden? Then the lab doors made their trademark whoosh and the prompt arrival of Gibbs. The Goth girl put her drink down on the metal desk and looked over at her boss. " You can do this Abby, I promise." With his promise came a little kiss on the top of her braided head. Knowing his mind was set, she didn't even bother to ask anything. Gibbs whispered in her ear:" You'll like this one, trust me. Here she comes." With that, she walked in. She looked nothing like Abby had expected. Tall, with pale skin as Abby could tell from her face (The rest of her was covered in a long black coat). What surprised Abby the most was her hair. It was an electric blue color and twisted into a high ponytail with her side-bang sloping over the left side of her face, almost covering one eye. Her eyes were also blue, but a darker color, more like the ocean. "Hi, I'm Miranda. Miranda Heartly." With that, she extended her hand out to Abby, who took a moment to realize what was going on. Quickly, she shook her hand and regained her composure. " I'm Abby Scutio, and excuse me for asking, but exactly how old are you?"

" It's alright, I guessed you'd ask. Everyone has, Director Vance, Gibbs to name a few. I'm eighteen and a half, just graduated high school. My parents were Marines. They died last year in a car crash." Miranda did not appear phased at all by the lab, or Abby for that matter. Abby herself however, was silent until Gibbs stepped in "Miranda graduated top in her class in Oregon and has top skills in forensics. After a phone call, I told Vance we had to have her here and thought you could guide her talents."

"Alright Gibbs sounds good…." With that, he was out the door and the two women were left standing there alone, each one almost speechless. Miranda turned around to get a better look at the lab and then Abby noticed it. On the left side of her neck was a tattoo identical to the one on the right side of Abby's own neck. She turned around just as the sun streamed in through the window and Abby saw on her lower lip there was a dark blue hook going through.

"Um…Abby? I can call you Abby right? Can you show me where to start? Or at least where I can put my coat?" Miranda's questions jolted the Goth girl back to the real world and back on track.

"Everybody calls me Abby, and I don't like being called anything else, so you're already on the right track. Let me give you a tour of the place you will begin to call your second home from now on. I'll also give you a brief summary of our team."

"Alright, sounds great, but where exactly should I put my stuff?" She gestured towards the bag hanging from her shoulder, covered in colorful patches and buttons. Abby pointed over to the second room's office-y desk through the glass doors. Miranda walked through the doors and slid her bag off her shoulder and onto one of the black shelves, then she slid her arms out of her long trench coat. What Abby saw blew her mind once again. Miranda's upper body, clad in a black tank top, was lean and defined and made even more impressive by the sliver wings tattooed across her back, revealed by the low cut of her top. Her long legs seemed even longer in a black leather miniskirt and ripped red fishnets, and on her feet was a pair of heeled black boots that laced up the front old-fashioned style. Having never seen anything like this girl, Abby had no idea what to think, but her heart told a different story altogether.

A/N: So I guess we can guess what this story's paring will be! If you don't, then its okay, you'll figure it out soon enough. GO AND REVIEW. NOW.

~GothMaureen