Disclaimer: Meet Joey. I own her.

A/N: To West Wing watchers - yes, the name is a rip-off, but Ryan (radnessISbadness) mentioned it was a cool name, and I promised I'd name an OC something of his choice.

The NCIS team was stretched thin. Ziva was helping Abby with her copious amounts of evidence from their new crime scene, Gibbs was receiving Ducky's findings and Tony was interviewing a long list of witnesses, most of whom had seen very little or nothing and just wanted a story to tell their friends. McGee was the only one not doing anything, and this was only because his expansive searches, which had occupied the last three hours, had drawn no results. His head snapped up as the elevator pinged. A girl, probably around twenty, he mused, strode out confidently. She was dressed in leathers and had a motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm, with two coffees and a Caf-Pow! balanced precariously on a tray in the other hand. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue and her hair fell freely in tangled waves to about the small of her back and was a bright, fiery, vibrant red. She saw McGee looking at her and met his gaze evenly. After about five seconds, she grinned.

"Do you know where I could find Jethro Gibbs?"

"Sure, he's in the morgue, but he'll be here soon, so . . ."

She glanced around and then continued to Gibbs' desk, putting the coffees and her helmet on the table and sitting in the chair. Suddenly McGee became nervous. Gibbs wouldn't like that, and he was the only one around to blame.

"Um . . . that's his desk . . ."

"I know," she said, cutting him off. "There are at least ten empty coffee cups in the bin."

Gibbs chose this moment to appear behind her. McGee's eyes flicked up and she caught the movement.

"Give it up, Jethro. He gave you away."

Gibbs walked around in front of her and pulled her into a brief hug as she stood. McGee, as well as Tony and Ziva, who had met and made their way up together, stared in amazement.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Gibbs asked.

She looked offended.

"Can't I just stop by?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, fine," she sighed, looking petulant. "Mum and Dad kicked me out."

"Again?" he asked dryly. "What was it this time?"

He stared her down. They heard Tony say,

"Well, she can't be his daughter . . ."

Gibbs continued to stare at her until she said lowly and very fast,

"My mate Matthew came out and his parents were horrible and made him leave home and I asked Mum and Dad if he could stay with us but it turns out that they're bloody homophobes too and I swear if I smashed Dad's favourite ornament and messed up the wiring of Mum's new car, that's the only reason why."

Gibbs chuckled while the rest of the team looked shocked.

"You apologise?"

"As if. Besides, I think you underestimate how much Dad liked this ornament. And how bad I fucked up that car. Now – are you going to introduce me?"

She smiled widely at the team.

"Well, you know who they are."

"Timothy McGee, Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David. I was just giving you an opportunity to be polite."

"As if," he mimicked. Then he smirked. "Meet Josephine Pierce-Etheridge."

She scowled at him and he smiled back sweetly.

"It's Joey, honestly – Josephine, what the hell kind of name is that?! And since Jethro has been known to keep his personal life in a reinforced steel safe, I am, I was, I am Shannon's niece."

More silence. Then a charming grin.

"Hi, call me Tony."

She reached forward to shake his outstretched hand.

"I'm nineteen, so stop smiling at me like that. I make it a rule not to date anyone over ten years older than me."

He looked embarrassed, but soon moved on to the more important matter of –

"You have rules?"

"It's impossible to grow up with Jethro and not have rules. I, unlike him, write them down," Joey replied, removing a small black notebook from her pocket then putting it back again.

"Abby," McGee said, and they all turned, seeing he was on the phone. "Get up here." He hung up. "She'll want to meet you."

Joey smirked.

"I'm sure she will. Thanks for your help earlier by the way Tim, Timmy, Timothy, McGee . . . what do you prefer?"

"McGee's fine. And it was no problem."

"Which leaves Ziva – can I call you Ziva?"

Ziva shrugged.

"Yes."

"Great to meet you. Can you teach me how to kill people with paperclips? I think that could be useful. You looked surprised – yes, he does talk about you, all of you, rather a lot, actually."

"Joey," Gibbs warned.

"JOEY!"

Everyone turned to see Abby hobbling forward in platform shoes and flinging her arms around Joey who hugged her back.

"Abby!"

"You didn't call to say you'd be in town. Why didn't you call?!"

"Because," interrupted Gibbs, "she thought she'd give me no choice but to offer a bed."

"Or a sofa. Or a floor. I'm not fussy," she said, attempting to look innocent.

He snorted.

"I brought coffee," Joey offered, turning to the desk and picking up the tray and giving a coffee to Gibbs and the Caf-Pow! to Abby. She took the last coffee and sipped it.

"I would have brought the rest of you something, but Jethro never mentions your coffee habits. I think you probably disgust him. Let me guess – milk and sugar?"

They ignored her question, but turned to Abby, silently demanding an explanation.

"What? Don't look at me like that! I bumped into Gibbs and Joey last time she got kicked out. What'd you do this time?"

"What? Why does everyone –?! . . . I destroyed some stuff."

"Ornament and car," supplied Gibbs.

"They're homophobes," mumbled Joey. "Can I stay a while, Jethro?"

"Sure. Now you're nineteen, you might wanna move out."

"Hmm, maybe. I'll ride round, drop of my stuff, do some shopping, you never have any food."

"Oh no you won't! You're coming down to my lab. We have lots to talk about. And you haven't told me I should get a new car yet."

Joey laughed as she was dragged off.

"You misunderstand – you shouldn't get a new car, I like your car. You should just let me fiddle with your car so it stops making those horrible noises. Or you should buy a motorbike. I got a tattoo, by the way."

As they got into the elevator Gibbs heard a faint,

"Really? What?"

He shook his head and laughed quietly.

I wrote this AGES ago, and wasn't going to post it till I had a plot (I want it to be a multi-chap), but I got impatient to hear what people thought, so here you go. I will continue this, and please give plot ideas in your reviews! Emily - NO TIVA.