Dear Rosie,

If anything is to ever happen to me, remember that you are always safe with whomever I may leave with. However, if you find a problem and need some help, NCIS is the place to go. You're a smart girl, I'm sure you can find the office in DC. Upon entering the building, - if it ever comes to that - ask for a Leroy Jethro. Make sure to add on my name somewhere! I love you very much baby, I always will. Never forget that.

~Love Mom

Eleanor Rose Gibbs had a single backpack with her, nothing big. It had a few personal items, books, cash, jewelry, mostly clothes. The female looked up from the ripped, crumpled, wet notebook paper, that contained her scribbled handwriting. Even she sometimes couldn't read it sometimes, so she had to squint, which was pathetic, but she never cared to bother with it. She overlooked the address on the paper, to the one stated on the building, then to the sign in the little grass space where four big letters were printed on a sign saying,"NCIS." Eleanor was a little shocked, was this an actual government building?

She folded up the paper neatly in the same way it had before hand and climbed the steps up the brick building to pull open the door. It was hard to get through the detectors, apparently, someone had to buzz someone from upstairs, and that took forever, and they were really cautious with her items in her bookbag. She wasn't big on patience, especially when the time was being wasted on nothing important. She had rolled her eyes several million times, before she finally got her bookbag back, and was escorted upstairs.

What was embarrassing the most, though, is when she asked if they could take the stairs instead. Eleanor had always had a little problem when it came to Elevators, she didn't trust them. She recalled a time when she was four, in a glass elevator, when it had just stopped, didn't move. It was a scary experience, and since then she absolutely refused to step anywhere closer than a foot near them.

When Eleanor had arrived in the "bull pen" the Leroy Jethro was nowhere to be found. The escort had suggested she talked to one of the other agents he worked with, but she refused to the idea of talking to anyone here, but him. She didn't exactly trust government agents, they always caused trouble, especially child services. She was willing to trust this Leroy though, because her mom suggested him, and she did trust her mother.

Instead, she politely took a seat in the break room, which was a little roomy area. She pulled her left leg up into the chair, where she placed her chin on the knee, and let the other dangle as she stared off into space. She wasn't thinking of anything necessarily important, more like daydreaming of the possibilities of what connection this Leroy Jethro had with her mother.

Gibbs had that kind of bounce in his walk again, apparently, he was having one of his "happy" days. He walked into the team's little section of the room, coffee in hand, and quick to get a move on. "C'mon give me an update," Gibbs ordered quickly. He set his keys down on his desk before turning around to give his attention to his probie's.

It was Bishop who took the lead, she finished the remaining barbecue potato chip crumbs from the bag, and crumbled the plastic together, quickly to toss it into the trash can beside Tony's desk. "Petty officer Elisa McKinnly, engaged, young, pretty. Her teammates all said wonderful thing's about her, and how she was a giver. One bullet to the forehead, professionally from the angle. - You already know that, though. - We've sent the license plate number to all the local LEO's and Abby has some more for you, but told me to tell you, not to come down yet, because... well she didn't tell me, yet." Bishop was all too fast to explain this to Gibbs, but he was one to keep up with other people's paces. He stalked off from the little huddle, and behind his desk.

Gibbs quickly moved on to instructing new instructions to his team. "DiNozzo, McGee, check that restaurant she ate at that night, ask around, see if anyone knew her, apparently she was a regular," Gibbs ordered, without making eye contact as he bent over to check something on his computer screen. When Tony walked up to Gibbs desk, nudging McGee to go get the car started up. "Boss, there's was a girl here earlier, asking for you. She's down by the vending machine's waiting for you. Just thought you should know." Tony stated, before running off to catch the elevator with McGee, since it took him forever to grab his gear bag.

Eleanor was staring at the white circle table top, she hadn't said a peep since she was placed in the room. She was quite surprised that she was left unattended, but then what harm could someone like her do? She let her mind wander to that, and a daring plot line adventure appeared to take over her thoughts. One of a Russian version of herself, with a much darker past, playing as an American Teenager only to infiltrate an agency much like NCIS, and learn all their dirty little secrets.

She paid little to no attention to the elder silver haired male, who buzzed into the room, to grab something from a vending machine. She only shot a glance in his direction, before returning to her adventure story that played through her head. Well, she tried to, until he knocked on the table right in front of her. "Anyone sitting here?" The male asked, knowing the spot was empty.

She shook her head once, and he pulled out the tall chair and sat down in it. "Can I ask a question?" Eleanor blurted out, not loudly, but clearly said without thinking. "Sure," Gibbs said, looking up from the peanut MnM's he had gotten from the machine. "Are you Leroy Jethro?" Eleanor asked, her matching ice blue eyes met his. She just wanted to know, it would make sense if he was. He did ask to sit down at the table she had already accompanied. "Yep," Gibbs replied. He didn't know this teenager, and though she had to know him if she was looking for him. It peaked his interest in the slightest way.

"I'm Eleanor." She introduced herself, yet didn't involve a full name, she just wanted an explanation, maybe some help. It was foolish, but her mother did say she could trust this Leroy Jethro. What kind of name was that anyway? Was it the beginning, there were a few blotches of water, and wine from long ago on the letter. "What can I help you with?" Gibbs asked her, skipping the formalities of an introduction, she already knew his name. He didn't like it that she kept calling him Leroy Jethro, it sounded weird, but he wasn't one to correct when there was no reason to correct.

Eleanor looked up at him with the same icy blue eyes they shared, and truthfully answered, "I was hoping you could tell me." She started to explain, but she was looking for some kind of reaction, but he had a really nice poker face so far. "My mother wrote me a letter, I suppose it was when I was born." She continued dabbling on, reaching into the side pocket of her book bag and pulled out the thin sheet of lined printer paper. "That if anything ever happened to her, and if something went wrong with the people she chose to take care of me afterward, that I was to come to D.C and find a Leroy Jethro. I can't read the rest, it's all splashed, but..." Eleanor stopped for a minute, examining over the paper, it was familiar and something that was not ruined by her stupid aunt, not that her aunt was terrible, but she was a two-faced bitch. "I don't know... just following the instructions," Eleanor said, with a forced smile, before straightening out the paper some more, before sliding it over towards him.

The hand-writing was unrecognizable to Gibbs, however, he skimmed over the neat letter, but sliding it back towards the young lady. "Seem's like you're on a quest. Who's your mom?" Gibbs asked her, his eyebrow raised slightly. He watched as the girl looked like she was physically going to slap herself for forgetting to introduce herself entirely. "Jennifer Shepard. We don't share the last name, though, she wanted me to have my father's last name for some weird reason, I'm guessing to protect me, right?" Eleanor giggled slightly, it was an awkwardly forced one, but she cleared her throat and moved on. "I'm Eleanor Rose Gibbs, but most people call my Rosie. Mom thought that it was better for me when I was littler." Eleanor explained but was slightly concerned when the male's face flattened out like someone had just slapped him... with a fish... to the face.

End of Chapitre Un.

Hey! Thank's for reading. I know it probably isn't the best, and it's totally OOC, but I don't know. I feel very confident about it, I'm going to try and keep this AU as possible, and if you can't tell, this takes place in Season 13.

The reason that the Chapter is labeled Chapitre Un is because it mean's Chapter One in French. I guess that I am slightly lazy when it comes to labeling chapters. Anyway- I'll write more soon, and promise not to abandon. Ahh~ Why am I even saying this, even I don't read author note's, I just go onto the next chapter! Drop a comment or something.