I do NOT own NCIS! I only own Petty Officer 3rd Class Genevieve Grace Malone!

A/N: I got bored so I started watching NCIS and this is what came out of being bored and watching a really good show!

I stepped into the NCIS Director's office. Jenny Sheppard. I was wearing my US Navy working uniform and my 8-point cap. My raven black hair was pulled back into a tight bun.

"Ahh, Petty Officer Malone," The red headed Director said, looking up at me. "How did the appointment go?"

"It went well, ma'am," I responded respectfully. "The doctor has determined me ready to go into the field."

Director Sheppard nodded, "Yes. But, if you think you cannot handle it, you tell me. Alright?"

I nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good," She replied, a slight smile on her face. "I can't imagine what it's like to have a tree branch go through my skull."

"You wouldn't want to, either, ma'am," I told her before she continued.

"I am reassigning you to Agent Gibbs's team," She told me, handing me a piece of paper.

I took the paper before she dismissed me.

Leaving her office, I made my way to the NCIS bullpen. Walking up to the agents, one I knew as Anthony DiNozzo stood up and looked me over with a questioning gaze. Then the infamous Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David looked me over, suspicion in her eyes. The last one I recognized from around the building was Agent Timothy McGee. He looked like he was confused as to why I was there.

I quickly went up to Agent Leroy Gibbs. The one Agent there I knew all too well.

"Petty Officer Malone?" he asked, his icy blue eyes looking to my own. "What are you doing here?"

"Sir, I was reassigned to your team," I replied. I'm sure the others would be questioning me later on. My features were too similar to Gibbs's.

Uncle Jay gave his infamous half grin, "Have you been cleared for field work?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered. "This morning."

"Good," he replied before his phone rang. Answering it, "Yeah, Gibbs."

Snapping his phone shut, "Well, this is your first case. Got a dead Marine."

"Yes, Sir," I replied as Uncle Jay retrieved his badge and weapon.

When my uncle walked off, I followed with Agents DiNozzo and McGee. Ziva was behind me.

Just my luck. Right after being cleared for field work, there's a dead Marine. Being a part of the Major Case Response Team was going to be amusing. Considering the Agent in Charge was my Uncle. I never thought Uncle Jay would go with it. He always did have a way of surprising me.

Uncle Jay had me ride with him.

"Ginny, how's the scar looking?" He asked as he drove with the ME Van and the other agents behind us.

I took off my 8-point cap, "It's still pretty prominent, but Doc said it would fade in time."

He nodded, "What about the other one?"

I sighed and moved my hair a little so Uncle Jay could see the scar on my head, just past my hairline, "Doc said the hair wouldn't grow back and that I would have a bald spot there now."

Uncle Jay nodded just as we got to the scene. I put my cap back on my head as he parked the car. Getting out, I shook at the frigid winds, "Does it have to be so damn cold?"

Uncle Jay just shrugged his shoulders as we made our way to the disemboweled Marine. I shuddered. How could anyone be this sadistic? Murder him and drop him on his front lawn? What the Hell?

Dammit! The two metal disks they put in my skull to replace the bone were killing me! Metal, frigid winds and tissue are not a good combination.

"Malone," Gibbs said to me, looking at me.

"Yes, Sir?" I asked, looking to him.

"You go with DiNozzo and McGee," He told me.

I nodded before I made my way over to the two Agents.

"Petty Officer Malone, how good to see you," Tony DiNozzo stated as he looked to me, sarcasm evident.

"Agent DiNozzo, I must say, your sarcasm is worse than a teenage girl's," I told him, smirking as I noticed his glare.

"So, what did you do in the Navy?" Tim McGee asked as he followed DiNozzo with me following him.

"I was an AIRR," I answered. When I saw his confused look, I sighed, "Aviation Rescue Swimmer."

"I had Probie do a background check on you when I heard Director Sheppard mention you were reassigned," The American-Italian agent said to me as he snapped a few photos.

"And what did you find?" I asked, already knowing what they found. Hey, I just have to do it. It's not like I'm hiding anything crucial to finding a terrorist for Pete's sake!

"You were reassigned to NCIS by a Colonel Benjamin Blake," McGee told me. "About six months after you were released from the hospital."

"And what were the details given?" I asked, not really interested. They wouldn't know how it felt to have that happen.

"That during a practice run, you were pulled out of the water by Seaman Kyle Brody," the geek answered as he looked around in the bushes. "You had a tree branch lodged in your skull. Which, by the way, is quite impossible to live through."

"If you think that was impossible to live through," I started as I crouched down by a peculiar flower. One that wasn't native to this part of the country but was thriving. "One in three people survive being stabbed in the heart. The thirty-two point six percent survival rate is slightly higher than the thirty-one point two percent of passengers that survived the sinking of the Titanic."

I could feel their eyes on me as I inspected the flower.

"DiNozzo, come over here and get a photo of this," I told them as I found something.

"What is it, Malone?" He asked as he stood beside me.

"See this?" I asked, pointing to the loose soil around the base of the plant.

"What about it, Malone?" he asked, sounding irritated.

I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves before I uncovered something. It looked like a bloody wicker basket.