Disclaimer - I do not own NCIS.

A/N - I know this is a very, very short chapter. More very soon I promise.

This story contains my own character of Baxter Murray, the NCIS Trainer which appears in my stories "Performance Appraisal A Workshop for Teams" and, "Sexual Harassment Refresher Training". If you want to continue to read this story, it may help to read either one of these earlier fics to get the character of Baxter in context and understand the history he has had with the team.

Jethro Gibbs was calm when he walked into the bullpen, with a coffee in hand. His eyes flickered to the clock, noticing that it had just gone past 0600 hours. Soon, Ziva would be bouncing in, full of energy and ready to start the day, closely followed by McGee, who would either be grinning or frowning at the gadget in his hand. It would be a little while longer before his senior field agent would make an appearance, walking at brake neck speed to reach his desk before he could legitimately chew him out for his tardiness.

Gibbs always enjoyed the time alone to settle into his day before the others arrived. He slowly sipped his coffee and powered up his computer. As always, he knew he would silently curse the automatic gizmo-what's-it that McGee had installed on his system that reminded him to access his emails.

Clicking on his 'In' box, he frowned at the subject title of the last entry and with curiosity double clicked to access the message.

A few lines in and Jethro Gibbs wasn't calm any longer.

A couple of hours later and in an entirely different wing of NCIS, Baxter Murray grinned widely as he floated towards his desk, commenting as he did on the 'absolutely divine' top that his assistant was wearing.

Setting his chamomile tea down carefully on his desk, he powered up his computer and sighed wistfully, as he always did, at his desktop wallpaper. The cute Labrador puppies caught his breath every morning and made him start the day with a smile.

He accessed his emails and pouted at the subject title of the last entry before nervously double clicking to read the content.

A second later, at the entrance to NCIS, Henry, the security guard, was convinced that the strangled squeal had definitely originated from the Human Resources wing.

To be continued...