Author's note: This story mostly follows my O.C, and no I do not intent on a Abby/o.c ship. Hope you like it. :D
First story, not too good at writing but I like to do it anyway. Might not finish the story though, I often loose inspiration or start a new story.. XS sorry...
My english isn't the best either but I try to keep the flaws out as much as possible with my internal vocabulary.
The original NCIS characters might be a bit too o.c., So sorry for that as well...
Oh and I do NOT like Tony DiNozzo... =.=
Ok, I'll stopping boring you now and let you read the story... :P
Wednesday
NCIS Bulpen 0600 Zulu
DiNozzo walked/ stumbled towards his desk looking pretty roughed up; his hair pointed to every direction and his clothes didn't suit him as well as they used to. He also didn't seem to be awake yet for he banged both his arm and leg twice against 2 desktops and a chair before he reached his own.
Evidently he had had a rough night.
DiNozzo ignored the smirks on his gentle co-workers' faces when he let himself fall on his chair. He closed his eyes hoping he could sleep some more when he was disturbed by some one coffing quite near him. Tony opened his eyes which soon met the hollow pitch black ones of a pale teen.
The boy was skinny, his long black hair was combed back with some gel, and his skin was almost as white as his white long sleeved shirt. He wore plain black 'Converse' shoes and even plainer black trousers. The pale boy had a small scar on his lower lip. He couldn't be younger than 14 and certainly not older than 17.
"Yeah? Can I help ya?"
"Yes please, if you have the time." The pale young one said politely in a low hoarse voice. "I seek Senior Agent Gibbs. It's my first day of work you see."
"Work?" McGee inguired the surprise evident in both his voice and his face, the boy slowly observed agent McGee before opening his mouth.
"Yes, I am to join his team." Was the reply on which Tony, Ziva and Tim shared glances.
The boy turned his head obviously still looking for Gibbs, swinging his long black hair which reached halfway down his back behind him.
"Kid?" DiNozzo beckoned "Gibbs will be back in a minute. But... How old are ya anyway?"
"I'm 16." Tony glared awkwardly at the youngster probably doubting his sanity then suddenly stood up when he noticed Gibbs march in.
He stepped to Gibbs' side and whispered quite loudly.
"Boss, I think we have a mental patient here."
"That's our team reinforcement!" Gibbs barked then hit DiNozzo's probaby already brainless head.
"Good you're here, dr. Crow. These ar-" Gibbs began before he got cut off by a 'caff-pow!' loaded Abby.
"Is he here yet? Is he? Is he?" She somehow bounced to the group. When Abby saw the hollow eyed kid, whose last name appearently was Crow, she smiled a lovely smile.
"Abby, Abby Sciuto." She smiled even wider and extended her hand.
"I'm Dahson Crow." He smiled aswell, for Abby's smiles always were quite contageous, and he reached out for her hand. However when their hands met Dahson flinched and retracted his hand hastily hiding it in his trouser pocket.
He painted his smile back on his face and turned to Tim, David and Tony.
"W- Who are you then?"
The three of them hesitantly glanced at eachother before McGee took the lead. (Yes, really ;] )
"Timothy McGee" He said waving his hand.
"Special agent Tony DiNozzo" Tony said smiling his usual smile.
"Ziva David." The Israeli stated darting her 'all-seeing' eyes at Dahson.
"Are you the author of 'Deep Six'?" Crow asked glancing at Tim.
"Eh.. Yes... How did you know?" McGee wondered looking surprised.
"Well... Thom E. Gemcity is the anagram of the name you just told me... Plus the names used in your book quite resemble those of your co-workers... I did Character Analyses, codology and psychology in college." Young Dahson explained sounding proud.
"Wow.. you did? They said you'd be brilliant, but this.." Abby stated taken aback.
"Yes, and thank you... I get to work with you, right?" Crow responded hopefully. Abby looked at Gibbs.
"Yeah, but some of the time you'll be in the field with us." Gibbs said, then after seeing Abby's excited expression he sighed.
"You can show him around, Abby."
NCIS elevator 0720 Zulu
Abby had led Dahson through the bulpen to the directors office then through the bulpen again to get in the elevator and on their way down to the morgue.
"Ever seen a morgue?" Abby asked.
"A.. Morgue... No... Never." Was the response.
"You'll totally dig Ducky, he talks a lot and is totally awesome."
"Does he talk as much as you do?" Dahson asked grinning.
"Ah! Never doubt my talkability!" Abby smiled.
The lift doors pinged and opened.
Abby walked out followed by Crow and stepped into the morgue.
"Hey Duckman!"
"Ah.. Dear Abigail. You came in here with a perculiar good timing, you see, Palmer and I were just in a very interesting discus-" Ducky began but stopped when he saw Crow "And who might this fellow be?"
"This is Dahson Crow. He works with me in the lab now."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Crow said.
"Please call me Ducky, everyone does." Ducky smiled kindly at the boy.
"Thank you, sir"
Behind Ducky sat Palmer looking quite interested at Dahson.
"I'm Jimmy Palmer, the autopsy assistant" He said waving a bit, Dahson nodded in response.
"But we have to go now! Lots to see, and even more to do..." Abby said in a mysterious way and grinned.
"Yes of course. And we must continue our discussion, now must we not?" Ducky said.
Abby and Crow both stepped back into the lift which would bring them to the end of the tour: Labby...