A.N. Hello, NCIS people! Glad to see you. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. CBS does. Please, don't break Gibbs rule #13: Never, EVER, involve Lawyers.

The blaring screams of Virginia's Alarm Clock jolted her from her uneasy sleep. She turned her head to stare at the time, even though the alarm had been set the same for the past four years. 6 AM, sharp. She hoisted herself out of bed and staggered to her closet. As her conscious mind slowly woke up, she peeled off her pajamas and pulled on her exercise clothes. 45 min. of sweat later, the redhead stepped into a warm shower. She didn't spend much time enjoying the pleasant streams of water running down her back. After a quick soap and shampoo, Virginia moved back by her dresser and sifted through her clothes. She decided quite quickly on a blue v-neck and black dress slacks. Once dressed, the woman turned to the wall opposite her closet. She walked over and stepped on the scale. 117.5. Quickly and carefully, she marked the number on the chart and slipped into her pumps. she took a deep breath and strode out the door. It was only a quick ride on the DC subway to her office, Strum's Psychological Consulting. Mostly she did contracts with the government or businesses. They called her in whenever people required more than the in-house psych services could provide. Virginia stepped inside.

"Good morning, Virginia." chirped the raven-haired receptionist.

"Morning, Taylor." Virginia replied. "Any calls?"

"Um… one second." Taylor dipped her head and sifted through the stack of papers on her desk. "Yeah, one. It came straight from the Secretary of the Navy's office. Something about," Taylor pulled a piece of paper from the middle of the stack. "Here it is. 'SecNav requests your services for the MCRT of NCIS stationed here in DC.'" Virginia opened the door to her office in the back of the reception.

"NCIS?" Virginia asked as she hung up her black pea coat on the rack by the office door.

"Naval"

"Criminal investigative service." Virginia interrupted. "Yeah, I know, but NCIS has an amazing in-house psych unit. Why would they want me?

"Don't know."

"Okay, call the director of NCIS and have them send over all case files for the past two years then call NCIS in-house psych unit for the profiles of all of the agents and any other information on important cases, please." Virginia flashed her secretary and friend a smile.

"Got it." Taylor smiled back.

"Thanks." Virginia shut the door to her office and sat down. She dug into her drawer for a moment and emerged with a business card. She picked up her phone and dialed the number on the card. a man on the other end of the line picked up.

"Special Agent Lawrence."

"Hey, John it's Dr. Virginia Strum."

"Hi, Virginia. What can I do for you?"

"I was looking for some information. What can you tell me about the NCIS MCRT?"

"Team Gibbs? Okay, well, the team is like a family. Gibbs is a father figure. He's not a guy you want to mess with. Fiercely loyal, and he hates psychiatrists. Then there's three agents and the forensic scientist who sort of take the role of Gibbs' children, but they all hold there own. First, there's Tony DiNozzo, a womanizer who acts like a two year old, but Gibbs trusts him completely, so he's got to be an amazing agent. Next, there's Tim McGee, the techie that DiNozzo teases to no end. He's got less bravado than Tony, but is still an amazing agent. Then there is Ziva David a former Mossad assassin. Let's just say I'm glad I'm not on her bad side. Finally in the sibling category, there is the forensic scientist Abby Scuito. Abby is, in summary, the most energetic, enthusiastic, and enjoyable Goth any one can find. She also has a slightly larger than minor caffeine addiction."

As Special Agent Lawrence spoke, Virginia noted an e-mail from Taylor in her inbox. she put down her pen and pull up the e-mail.

'Hey, V,

Just got off the phone with SecNav's secretary. The group you've got to deal with is:

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, Special Agent Timothy McGee, Probationary Agent Ziva David, forensic specialist Abigail Scuito, medical examiner. Dr. Donald Mallard, medical examiner assistant James Palmer, and Director Leon Vance.' Virginia read this while John talked.

"Then, you've got Ducky, or Dr. Mallard. He's sort of like an uncle or a grandfather. I'm hesitant to say grandfather because that would mean he was like Gibbs' dad, but Ducky is a Scottish gentleman who has a fondness for telling stories. He's also trained in the psychological arts so be careful. Then, there's Jimmy Palmer. He's kind of like a cousin to the sibling group. Like Ducky's son. He's an outsider with a weird sense of humor, but he's a really nice guy. And that's the MCRT."

"Okay, what about Director Vance? Where does he fit in?"

"Vance? I guess he's sort of like a landlord, in a weird sort of way. We don't see him much. He doesn't seem to have a very good relationship to Team Gibbs, though."

"Okay, thanks a ton, John."

"No problem." Virginia hung up. She pulled up Skype on her computer and clicked to type a message to Taylor.

"Did SecNav say if he wanted evaluations or a team build?" While she waited from a response from Taylor, Virginia pulled up Google and typed in Leroy Jethro Gibbs. She scrolled through some meaningless junk until she found an article. Scanning the page over her eyes widened in shock. Quickly, she pulled out a notebook and scribbled 'Leroy Jethro Gibbs' at the top. Below, she wrote 'Wife, Shannon, and daughter (8), Kelly, dead after car accident. Wife was witness in trial.' Just then, a Skype message popped up from Taylor.

"SecNav says team build, but keep in eye out for trouble." Virginia typed a quick response back of thanks. She then clicked back to the Google page and continued her research.

Tony stormed into the bullpen with a scowl on his face and a dark cloud over his head. Ziva and McGee looked up from their work to stare at his foul mood.

"Stupid… traffic… speeding ticket." Tony mumbled in anger.

"You got a speeding ticket?" Ziva chuckled. Tony whipped his head to glare at her. He began to move slowly to put away his things.

"Why, yes, I did, Probette." He stopped and gave his signature worried, sad, and regretful face.

"I have to take a week long course on drivers ed." Ziva bit her lip to stop from grinning. Tony continued, "I mean I have to take the class. Not Ziva. No, little miss driving on the wrong side of the road gets off ticket free. Not even Gibbs gets tickets, who is almost as bad. I mean" Tony continued to whine. McGee looked almost as if he wanted to interrupt him, but decided not to. "You want to keep justice waiting?" Gibbs said from behind Tony.

"No, boss, of course" Tony was cut off by a sharp pain in the back of his head.

"Grab your gear. We got a dead marine on Quantico. Tony, gas the truck."

"Uh…I can't do that, boss."

"Why not?" Gibbs said, staring at Tony across his desk.

"My license was suspended until I take a driver's Ed course." Tony replied. Gibbs stared him briefly, then looked at Ziva.

"Ziva, you're driving." Ziva just smiled at Tony's look of horror as both of them left the bullpen.

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