This was so fun to write. I love this program! Anyway I don't own the characters apart from Eliza. (Holds her away from you. Mine.) It might get a bit gory and sad... Anyway, Enjoy!

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I waited impatiently in the elevator next to a person I had only just met, A Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. "Ready, Captain?" He said. Obviously he had read my file.

"As I'll ever be, Agent Gibbs," I smiled. He gave me a look as the doors opened.

"Boss?" A guy as already standing there with coffee cup.

"It's nothing, DiNozzo," Gibbs said. I stumbled out of the elevator, man holding the coffee cup held his hand out to me.

"Anthony DiNozzo, beautiful,"

"Simpson," I shook his hand, taking care to put pressure on his hand. He grimaced.

"This is Agent Simpson. She's been assigned to us." Gibbs pointed back to me with the hand with his coffee in. His voice sounded almost annoyed at the fact I was there. The Israeli woman at one of the desks stood up and stood up offering her hand. "Ziva David, pleasure to meet you Agent Simpson," Her grip was firm. Mossad. I like her already.

"Shalom Ziva. Please, Eliza. Both of you." Ziva looked pleased as I smiled as the other man stood up and came to shake my hand.

"Timothy McGee, Nice to meet you." He smiles back. DiNozzo's mouth fell open.

"Why am I not allowed to call..." Gibbs slapped him around the back of the head and too control, reminded him of some sort of rule.

"McGee will take you to see Abby and Ducky.,"

"The forensic scientist and the pathologist, I'm guessing."

"Yup,"

"Great," I said, looking at McGee, who had stepped forward and led me to the elevator. Once in the elevator, he looked at me.

"New then?"

"Yes, I am."

"Quick tip. Don't let Tony call you Probie. ,"

"I'm not a probationary officer. I'll shoot him of he does." I gave him a quick smile before facing forward again.

"Huh, no wonder Tony likes you,"

"Great I'm just his type aren't I? He's a pig," I roll my eyes.

"Yes, he is,"

"I don't like him,"

"He'll grow on you eventually."

"I figured that." Ducking my head and leaving through the now open elevator doors. I saw the sign that said 'Lab', I assumed that would be Abby's domain. I knocked on the door to see a pale girl, black hair in pigtails, and a red plaid dress under her lab coat. We both got absolutely excited. "I didn't know it was actually you!"

"Eliza! It's been ages." She flailed her arms a little and hugs me as Abby always did.

"You never told me you worked here." We both laughed. "How is everybody?" McGee walked in smiling, carrying a Caff-Pow.

"Hey Abs, alright?"

"Hey McGee." Turning back you me. "Everyone's ok. The Nuns were asking after you." I see him pass it over to her, taking the empty one and throwing it in the bin "Tell them I'm fine. Still drinking the Caff-Pow, Abs? I thought you were quitting!"

"Gibbs didn't think it'd be a good idea. I get tired on the late nights if I don't have caffeine. How are your brothers?" I walked around the lab, looking at her rather odd but expected sense of art, and her music.

"Fine, well Mark is in Afghanistan." I replied, still looking. Both McGee and Abby looked around shocked a little. "He's ok, right?"

"I got a letter a few days ago, he's fine."

"That's good." They both said all together. "I'm sure he'll be ok. Let's go and see Ducky."