"Listen you little fucker you can't just go around and about fucking scooping ladies' breasts and stealing their purses you got me?! And never do that to me ever again or else I'll make sure your balls are cut off very slowly so you could feel even more pain than you need to! Ha! Good think my boss isn't here that way I cou-"

"Ashley stop it. What have I told you about taking out your anger on criminals? And cover up that stomach next time," exclaimed a voice I know all too well from behind me.

"Uncle Gib! How nice to see you here, aren't you supposed to be like in Washington at like, NCIS? What has brought your little butt up to a trashy place like Long Island?" I smiled back while handcuffing James Denardo. The man has to do the time for doing the crime.

"Well you see," he began to speak, "your father called me up saying he was worried about you working for NCIS New York since you are the first family member to work there. He was also worried that your attitude problems might get you into some trouble. That's why you're coming with me to work in Washington," he smirked back.

I love uncle Gib. I still can't believe I still call him uncle Gyro. People think he's like mean all the time, but he's really a sweetheart. A sweetheart that I love to hate ever since he broke the arm off my Ken Barbie doll and then burning it when I was seven. It was limited edition! Imagine being the only seven year old with Ken as a spy and showing it off everyday at school, then being made fun of for not having it with me anymore. What made it worse that my enemy named Sammie got it for her birthday a week later.

"And what makes you think I'll come with you?" I asked. "Jack take this guy out to the van. I don't want to see his face for one more second or else his crown jewels will be harmed."

"And what makes you think you won't?" he asked before exiting the alley.

Someone kill me.

I flipped over on my bed to face the ceiling. I did not appreciate having to get up at five thirty in the morning. I haven't done that ever since middle school. I pushed myself up using my hands. I misplaced my right hand and fell right on the floor with a loud thud. I feel bad for my neighbors downstairs who now have to deal with me. I got up off the floor to take a quick shower. I almost fell asleep in there though.

By the time I was all ready, it was six twenty. Let's see. My work is about thirty-five minutes away from here but most likely forty-two with the early morning traffic. If I fry myself two eggs it will take me at least five and a half minutes including preparation time, and it will take me two minutes and forty-five seconds to eat it. I will then retouch my hair and make up for about another three, and it will take me five minutes finding my wallet that is stored in my messy room. It will take me three minutes to get to my car. It will then take me at least eight minutes to find the floor NCIS was stationed on. Now with all of this deliberation time I have taken up five minutes as well. I would arrive at NCIS at 7:34 making me four minutes late to my first day on the job. I'm sure uncle Gyro wouldn't appreciate it very much.

Let's just go with a simple banana and a green pomegranate tea with lemon juice and a bit of honey on the go. Yeah, that seems like a pretty good idea. Another pretty good idea is me not talking to myself anymore. It's unattractive.

All I heard was my heels clicking against the metal floor of the elevator. My stomach became queasy once the doors opened and I had to step out. There was only about five people here. Great, he did this on purpose to me. "Do you know Mr. Gibbs is? I'm kind of looking for him," I asked the man in front of me. He had tan looking skin, mousy brown hair, and dark green eyes you could easily mistake as hazel once in a while.

"Nope, sorry miss. You've got the wrong building and the wrong floor. Gibbs isn't the type of man who would call up prostitutes to his office," he wittily replied.

I slammed my fist down on his desk, which made him jump a bit. "Listen here Mr. I-Am-Better-Than-You either you tell me where Mr. Gibbs is or I will make your death seem like a suicide which is actually pretty easy if you are smart enough to know how to. Now, would you like to tell me where he is?"

"I wouldn't mess with her DiNozzo, she's the real deal. That is why she is here to show you and McGee over there how to be a real agent," announced Uncle Gib.

"My mom and dad taught me how to be an agent, so I think I know how to be one Gibbs," replied Mr. I-Am-Better-Than-You. How does he not get in trouble for that? Only I am allowed to speak to uncle Gib like that as far as I know it. Then again, my dad does that to him too.

"Shut you mouth DiNozzo. This is my niece Ashley Bay. Ashley meet your new colleagues Jake DiNozzo and Daniel McGee. Now I need all of you to work together just like your parents did in the past."

"My parents didn't work here in the past," I whispered. Uncle Gib just rolled his eyes at me in response. Just the reaction I wanted to get from him. I guess that the empty desk is for me. I'll have to bring in decorations for it later on sometime. I don't like it being that plain. I began to take one more look around the place. It looked like any other office I guess. A smirk was formed on my mouth when I saw the look DiNozzi or DiNozzo whatever was giving me. I have actually seen it many times before. It is the "I-don't-want-you-here-right-now-and-wish-you-were-dead kind of look. The last person to give me that look was my brother five years ago when I walked in on him and his girl friend getting it on.

Oh well. I guess that I'll just have to make Jake DiNozzo's life a living hell from now on. That is something I will enjoy very, very much.