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Authors note: Okay so this is my first story on here, basically it's set little after the end of season one. Jack employs a new agent. The first few chapters are more focused on her just so you get what she's like or her background. Anyway hopefully it will get better I'm just trying to get this part out of the way so I can get to the good stuff, please review so I can see what you all think

Caitlin pulled the last box from her car trunk and placed it onto the street floor, then slammed the door shut and locked it up tight. She walked into the elevator and pressed for floor nine, then waited patiently for the ding. She arrived on the floor then walked down the hallway to her new apartment, number twenty-three. The door was open and she saw her father moving a few cardboard boxes around the room.

"This all of it?" He asked looking up from the brown box labelled clothes in black marker.

"I got the last box" she said placing it on the kitchen counter.

The apartment was large and spacious. It was an open lounge come kitchen with a large window in the centre revealing an amazing picture of the city and some of the water beyond the buildings in front of hers. There was a bathroom which contained a tub, a separate shower unit, sink, toilet and a wall mirror. Then there was two bedrooms, one opposite the bathroom down the hall which were also a fair size having a built in closet to the far wall, and the other at the end of the hall which was more or less the same size. She smiled looking around a place which was her own, a place she could finally call hers, no longer living with anyone else, except her room mate. Her dad looked at his daughter with a slight smile on his face.

"It's not too late to change your mind you know. Come back home with me this afternoon" he said wrapping his arms around her "It's going to be quiet back there without you"

"Your life's never going to be quiet dad, you're a fed, besides your not going to notice me being gone that much anyway, your always at work and when your ever home I'm at work." She replied pulling away from him.

He looked at his watch and rubbed his forehead.

"Speaking of work, I have to go. I only managed to get till 7 tonight off, and if I'm gonna make it back by then…"

"You have to go now" she interrupted "I understand"

"I know you do. You sure you don't wanna come back to D.C with me?"

She laughed "I'm sure, but you never know, New York City might not be what I expected"

"I don't mind, what ever makes you happy and if being a federal officer like you old man does that for you…"

She interrupted again "It does" she said nodding her head

"Then if being in New York is what you have to do, then so be it. Just call me once in a while so I know that your ok"

"I will. Thank you for coming here with me, helping me find this place"

"It's was fathers do, you're my little girl. Of course I understand, we have a family member in nearly every kind of law enforcement there is. Me director of the FBI you yourself an FBI, both my brothers in the secret service. Your brother David also an FBI in L.A and Paul and Ant…"

She interrupted him again "Paul's not exactly in law enforcement, he's a marine and Ant are well yeh a Marshall is law enforcement I guess"

"Paul called a few days ago, his times up soon and he's thinking of applying for NCIS"

"Why? He loves being a marine"

"Yeah, but he can't do it for ever and if he waits too long he won't find a decent enough job when he comes out because he'll be too old"

"You mean like you?" she said with a cheeky smile.

"When's Michelle arriving here, she back from her flight yet?"

She looked at her watch "She left for her flight yesterday night, so she should be in Moscow by now, then she has a day of there and then she's flying back, so she'll be here in a few days I guess"

He gave her one more hug and headed for the door.

"I love you, now be good and work hard at your new job, I'll be calling Agent Malone in a few days" He said with a small smile.

"I love you too dad".

He took one last glance, then gently closed the door behind him. He was about to begin his long car journey home to Washington D.C. whereas she was already home, at her new home, a place she could finally call her own. A smile grew upon her face and she rested her hands on her hips and looking around the apartment and the boxes wondering where to start. After a few minutes of thinking she decided on starting with the bedroom as she'd need that first, if the kitchen wasn't ready she'd call out for her first New York take-away. She pulled off her jacket and rolled up her sleeves, then picked up and box and carried it into her new bedroom. She spent the next few hours unpacking, putting away, fitting her mattress with fresh sheets. Her watch read 10pm. Her bedroom was finished, well the boxes were unpacked, the books and films were stacked in a corner, jackets and coats on the floor by the door and a few other random things from home. She sat on the floor and leant against the kitchen counter, she had no furniture yet so she couldn't sit on a sofa, watch TV stack books on a bookshelf, put a mattress on a bed nothing. All she did have was a bed and a clothes wardrobe. She grabbed the phone from the kitchen unit above her head and dialled the number she had took from a Chinese take away she had passed earlier. The man on the other end of the phone said the food would be about a half hour so she found out a clean towel and hopped into the shower. She washed her hair and body then climbed back out again wrapping a towel around her body and one around her hair. She walked back through the living room come kitchen and opened the door to the ringing doorbell. She gave the delivery man the $30 he needed then shut the door as he turned to leave. She placed the food on a cardboard box and pulled a beer from the fridge, she'd brought a whole pack down from home and sat on the floor enjoying her Chinese and beer.

She lay on the mattress staring at the ceiling, all the lights from the street flashing in on her room, they had no blinds nor curtains yet either. She closed her eyes to try and get some sleep when her cell started to ring and flash on the floor next to her. She flipped it opened and answered.

"Hello?" she said with a croaky voice before clearing her throat with a small cough.

"Hey, it's me, are you in our flat yet?" the voice on the other end asked

It was her room mate to be, a long time friend, one she had known since she was about 5 years old. They both decided to move out to New York together when Caitlin got the job offer out here. Michelle was an air hostess, and was meant to be arriving home in the next few days.

"Hey Michelle, yeh I'm in it"

"What's it like, is it nice? Big? Good view?"

"Yeh it's good"

"What floor"

"Erm… eleven I think"

"You don't know what floor your on?"

"Well my brain doesn't exactly think well at two in the morning"

"Oh sorry it that the time over there, anyway you're going furniture shopping tomorrow right?"

"Yeh I should be why?"

"Because I wrote a list of things I want you to order for me okay, it's in the box with all my DVD's"

"I'll sort it"

"Okay great, I'll see you in a tomorrow night"

Caitlin snapped the phone shut then shut her eyes again, this time slowly drifting off to sleep.

Her cell phone rang again, she opened her eyes slowly and stretched her arms, then answered the phone

"Yeh?"

"Hey, it's me again look I've arrived in D.C so I'm gonna grab a few things from my parents then I'll drive down. I'll be there in a few hours okay"

"I thought u weren't arriving back in the US until like six this evening?" Kate answered rubbing sleep from her eyes. Then she closed them again and rolled onto her side and listened to her friend."

"My flight left an hour early so I arrived here at five"

When Caitlin heard this she sat up and looked outside. "Please tell me you mean you arrived at five am"

"No five pm. It's half past now"

"Damn it" Caitlin said crawling to her feet

"Why?" Michelle asked

"I overslept a little" she said

"You mean you've been asleep since 2am this morning from when I last called you?"

"Kind of"

"So you haven't done our furniture shopping?"

"Not exactly"

"Great" Michelle said sarcastically on the other end

"I'm sorry" Kate replied

"Look don't worry about it, I'll see you in a bit" then the line when dead.

Caitlin closed her eyes and knocked her head against the wall and called her self stupid. She got dressed and spent the next few hours walking around the city getting familiar with her new surroundings. She passed the FBI unit whilst out. She stood outside the doors for a few minutes looking in. it seemed busier then where she had worked back in D.C. A security guard walked up to her. He was in his fifties, black skin and a grey moustache above his upper lip.

"Can I help you?" he asked studying her.

She smiled at him "No thank you I was just looking"

"For anything in particular?" his voice was low and husky, yet had warmth about it which made him seem kind and friendly.

"No" she looked at the building one more time then turned and walked off. It was dark now, as she expected for nine o'clock at night. She had an early start in the morning. She had to be in for 8 o'clock, which meant she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight as she slept in incredibly late this morning. She made her way back to her apartment and saw a familiar car parked next to hers on the street, Michelle's car.

She got the lift up to the eleventh floor and opened the door to the apartment. Inside she saw Michelle filling the fridge with food.

"You stopped for food on your way here?" Kate asked smiling and chucking her keys on the kitchen unit.

"Well something told me you wouldn't have done any yet." She returned the smile

"What you think of the place?"

"I like it, a lot" she replied.

"Good flight?" Kate asked pulling a beer from the, now fully stocked fridge. Then sat on a box of books.

"Pretty good minus one pervert trying to look up everyone's skirts"

They spent the next few hours talking then finally went to bed. Caitlin lay there again thinking about the next day, her first day at her new job. She wondered what the people would be like, what her boss would be like. If her dad had done anything to get her the job. All her life her dad had made sure she had gotten what she wanted but she wanted to do this on her own. She wanted to prove to not only him but herself that she was capable or more then messing things up. She picked up her watch, it said 3am. She lay there still trying to sleep, she closed her eyes, opened a window to let fresh air in, tried counting to a thousand, made hot milk and she was back in bed. She looked at her watch again. It said 6:23am…