It was Tuesday and Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was sitting at his desk, sipping his morning coffee looking over a dossier for a new member of the NCIS unit. The member's name was Zane Maxwell, a thirteen-year-old boy with an incredible profile. "DiNozzo." He gestured to Anthony DiNozzo, the team's senior field agent, to look at Zane's dossier.

"Uh, yeah Boss?" Tony asked, "What is it?"

"Take a look at this kid's records." Gibbs said; rather intrigued. "I've never seen anything like this before, it says that he has a sense of smell not found in normal humans, he is faster than anyone in the military, he is more like an animal than a human in combat, need I go on?"

"He does sound impressive," pronounced Mossad officer Ziva David, "but he probably has a lot of things wrong with him that makes him that way."

"Actually," Gibbs corrected his teammate; "I looked through his medical records last night, there's literally nothing wrong with him. He's been like this since he…"

"…Was born. And I've never stopped improving since." The team looked in the direction of a rather young voice. It came from a boy with black hair, a red cap, studded wristbands, a Metallica t-shirt, and black and red jeans covering a pair of black hiking boots. "And incase you're wondering I've gone up against a Mossad officer, hand to hand, no weapons used."

"Oh no." Timothy McGee said, "It's like a more intense and younger version of Gibbs."

DiNozzo dropped the dossier in shock, "That's scary."

"Get used to it." Zane scoffed, "I'll grow on you soon, got it memorized?"

"Talk about your déjà vu." Gibbs said recalling how cruel Ari, Ziva's brother who had killed one of his agents in the field, had been only to realize that Zane could be worse than the, now deceased, sniper formerly known as Ziva's brother.

Zane was now smiling with his eyes closed, "I can detect a small bit worry in your thoughts Boss." He said in a somewhat reassuring voice, "But don't worry, I just need someone to point me in the direction of the forensics laboratory."

"I'll take him down Gibbs." Tim McGee, otherwise known as Probie, said.

"Well I think that's a good idea McGeek," DiNozzo said, "that way you'll be more acquainted with the new Probie."

Zane swiftly spun with a sweeping motion of his legs and dealt a hard, loud, smack in between DiNozzo's shoulder blades, sending the senior field agent to his knees. Tony found himself being lifted up by the collar of his shirt into the face of an angered Zane, "Call me Probie one more time and I'll paralyze you." The teen growled.

Zane let DiNozzo go, and he turned from icon of fear to the embodiment of kindness. "Your stronger than a bison." Ziva stated.

"The phrase is 'strong as an ox." Zane corrected the Israeli assassin, "And yes I am, and as far as I can see you're definitely better in the field than me." He gave Ziva a wink.

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Abby Sciuto, the peppy Goth in the forensics laboratory, was dreading getting a new assistant. She was still trying to forget the last one she had, the little weasel had been trying to get rid of DiNozzo since he'd joined, but she had to try to roll with the punches as best she could. "Abby your new assistant is here." McGee said walking into the lab.

"Why me, McGee?" Abby asked spinning around looking stressed out, "I told, begged, and pleaded the director and Gibbs not to give me an assistant. Now here they go throwing an assistant on me."

"Well I apologize for wanting to be your partner," Zane said leaning on the door to the lab, "if only someone had told me that you didn't want an assistant I would've reconsidered."

"And just who are you?" Abby asked looking at the boy who was exactly the same height as her.

"I'm Zane," He said, "Zane Maxwell, some call me Zane the Insane and some other things. But like it or not, I'm your new partner."

"Can you do as your told?" Abby asked raising an eyebrow.

"I'll do anything you ask, except bow to you or anyone else." Zane commented back.

"Snappy attitude, smart comeback, and sternness." Abby noted, "I like you already."

"That's the kind of stuff that most of the idiots I come in contact with hate me for." Zane laughed.

"I can see why," McGee said, "you put DiNozzo on his knees with just one slap."

"He shouldn't have called me Probie, McGeek." Zane sneered, "And you'd also better watch it, don't go calling me anything other than Zane," He clenched his fists, "or else."

"I think you should tell me how old you are first." Abby said placing her hand on Zane's shoulder.

"I'm thirteen," Zane replied, "And I don't like takin' crap for causing pain to someone who deserved it in the first place."

"I can see why Gibbs didn't turn you away." Abby smiled, "you've got a lotta guts."

"And a lot of nerve for someone so young." Gibbs said walking into the lab.

"Howdy boss," Zane smiled without turning around, "just gettin' acquainted with the lady in charge."

"Good to hear that," Gibbs said, "well you can finish getting acquainted later."

Zane put his first two fingers on his head and said, "I'm seeing, I'm seeing, a new assignment for Abby and my starter."

"Yup, so grab some gear." Gibbs said, "because you and Abby are going to be examining the scene with us."

Abby's jaw dropped, "Gibbs are you serious?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes," Gibbs turned to Zane and said, "I'm guessing that this won't be your first crime scene."

"Right you are my man." Zane replied, "I've been to five scenes and have even identified the age of the corpses at each one, very accurately I might add."

"We'll see." McGee said as he followed his comrades out the door.

"Indeed you shall, McGee," Zane smiled slyly, "indeed you shall."