Yo! So, this is my first story, and I assure you it won't be too terrible. I hope. And I never expected my first story to be a love story, I mean, ick! But I couldn't resist putting my OC in it, especially after Semper Fi. I hope you like it, guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, or Michael Weatherly. Although that can change with just a few rolls of duct tape…
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning. Tony snorted. Ordinary for others, maybe. But not for the NCIS team. They were all shocked with Ziva's decision. And Gibbs' team was one officer short.
His arm was stiff from his sling, even though the doctor gave him permission to take it off. It drove him nuts. But this was the second day back from Tel Aviv, from the day one of Gibbs' team decided to quit.
Quit. That was the word. Tony stretched his sore arm out, wincing at the tug in his bicep. Ziva had quit. It was his fault, too. He tried to make her see reason, but…
Maybe Eli David was right. Maybe he was jealous. Maybe he killed Ziva's boyfriend, not because he was in the U.S. even after Gibbs' warning, or even that he was using NCIS through her, but because he wanted Ziva to himself.
Tony shook his head. Whatever.
McGee was typing at his computer again, and Tony needed a bit of cheering up. He balled up a blank piece of paper and aimed carefully.
Smack!
"Ow!" Tony rubbed the back of his head. "What was that for?"
"Littering in my office." Gibbs gave him a look as he sat down at his desk.
"That's not littering," Tony grumbled. "It was going straight into the basket."
"Even your aim isn't that perfect, Tony." McGee said without looking up from the screen.
Tony smirked. "Think again, McAimless." And threw the ball in a perfect arch that landed in the middle of McGee's trash bin.
His jaw dropped. "There's no way you can make that again."
Tony threw another piece of paper. It landed square in the middle of the bin.
"Agent Gibbs," Cynthia called down from the balcony. "The director wants to see you."
Gibbs stood and walked up the stairs. Tony watched him with raised eyebrows. What did Vance want with Gibbs? He shrugged. Chances were it didn't involve him, so he shouldn't worry about it.
"Excuse me?" he heard. Tony whipped his head fast to the direction of a girl's voice, one that freakishly reminded him of Kate.
A girl stood in the middle of the bullpen. She had blue jeans and a green GAP sweatshirt with small pockets. She had brown hair with blonde-highlighted loopy curls tied up in a ponytail, and intense blue eyes.
"Hello," Tony said cheerfully, raking his eyes up and down her form. "What can we do for you at NCIS?"
McGee rolled his eyes. "Don't let the charm fool you," he warned. "Tony's been going out with all the newbies."
"Not true," Tony snorted. "I only go out with the hot girls." He winked at the new girl.
"My name is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, and that is Probie McGloop over there."
"McGee," he corrected irritably. "And I'm not a Probie anymore, Tony."
The girl arched an eyebrow. "I'm Caitlyn Anderson." She said. "I've been transferred to a Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs' team?"
McGee looked up sharply. Tony stared. Caitlyn shifted nervously.
"What?"
"What did you say your name was?" McGee asked slowly.
"Caitlyn Anderson. Why?"
Tony sucked in a breath silently, squeezing his eyes against the pain that flooded through him. Anderson. Not Todd.
"Well," he said with a straight face. "if you want to last more than a week on his team, you should probably just call him Gibbs."
"And don't ever call him sir." McGee added.
Caitlyn looked confused. "Why not?"
Tony leaned in close an waggled his eyebrows flirtatiously. "Because he'll find some way to torture you to no end."
"Who, me, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, whacking him on the back of the head as he passed by him.
Tony winced. "Just breaking in the Probie, boss."
Gibbs turned a cold gaze to Caitlyn. "And you are?"
"Caitlyn Anderson." She said, sticking out her hand. Gibbs stared at it until she let it drop. She swallowed, but her eyes never left Gibbs. "I was transferred here from the crime lab in Seattle."
Gibbs nodded, impressed that she didn't stutter like McGee. "You can have that desk right there."
Caitlyn nodded back and sat down, slinging her backpack on the back of the chair. Tony stared. Gibbs didn't even protest about the new Probie, and he let her have Kate and Ziva's desk.
He studied Caitlyn with renewed interest. What made her so special?
"Hey." He whisper-yelled.
Caitlyn looked up.
"Do you wanna go out?"
Caitlyn smiled a bit, got up, and sat on Tony's desk. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, lightly tracing the Micky Mouse stapler with a finger.
"I'd rather go out with Buzz Lightyear." And she slammed the stapler on his forehead.
"Ow!" Tony protested rubbing his forehead gingerly.
"Gear up," Gibbs commanded, slamming his phone down. Caitlyn rushed to pack her gun and new badge, clipping the both onto her belt. Tony watched her. She was swift and smooth. Hmmm.
Gibbs slapped DiNozzo's head.
"What was that for?"
"Flirting with your new teammate."
***
They arrived at the scene, somewhere deep in the woods to the left of Arlington National Cemetery.
"Watcha got for me, Duck?" Gibbs asked, snapping on a pair of latex gloves.
"Well, Jethro, this young lady here seems to have been killed and then dumped in this location," Ducky started. "You can see by the bruising of her forearms that she put up quite a fight. Her head has been bashed in by a hard object, presumably sharp and pointed at the tip." He tilted her head to the side so Gibbs could see a rounded hole in the back of her skull.
"Time of death?"
"It appears to be around 0:800 this morning."
Gibbs glanced at his watch and cursed. It was almost ten.
"DiNozzo!"
Tony got up from his crouched position. "No identification, boss, the only thing that gives us jurisdiction is the dog tags."
"Marine." Gibbs sighed. "McGee!"
McGee snapped off another picture. "I'm sending the blood samples back to Abby to see if we get a match."
Gibbs nodded, then noticed that Caitlyn wasn't around. "Anderson!" he hollered.
Caitlyn's head popped up from under a bush. She held up a long pointed stick, painted lavender.
"I have a javelin here," she said simply. Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"Could be the murder weapon," she explained.
"She is quite right, Jethro," Ducky said. "The diameter of the javelin there corresponds with the hole in her head." He stood up and walked to Caitlyn. "My dear, I don't believe we've met!"
"I'm Caitlyn Anderson," Caitlyn smiled.
"I'm Dr. Donald Mallard, although you can call me Ducky." The M.E. said. "I'm the medical examiner for NCIS."
"Cool."
"Intro's over!' Gibbs called. He waved Caitlyn over.
"Nice to meet you, Ducky," Caitlyn said over her shoulder. She jogged to Gibbs.
"Tag this and take the whole load back to base and give it to Abby." He said.
She nodded and tagged the javelin, throwing it into the back of the truck. As she turned, however, she noticed a flash of light up in the trees. She followed the long barrel of a shotgun to Tony.
"Tony!" she shouted, throwing herself at him.
Bang!
Tony: Excuse me?! Leave it like that, would you!
Jasmine: I did.
Tony: *glares* You know what I mean.
Jasmine: What? It was a long filler chapter. They needed a cliffy.
Tony: You are so mean to me.
Jasmine: Get over yourself.
So… that was intense. Sorry for it being so freaking long, and I know it's Tony-centric, but I wanted to get that over with.
I'll update tomorrow, seeing it's a Friday. And that's about it! See you tomorrow!
Oh yeah, I almost forgot; Jasmine loves reviews. First story, remember? Flames are greatly frowned upon, I don't appreciate them, but constructive criticism (and compliments, you gotta love the compliments) are welcome.
Peace out, people!