AN: So, I got an idea for a new story after watching an older episode of NCIS that had my favorite Original in it. I hope that everyone likes it. This takes place during season 8 of NCIS and Season three of the Vampire Diaries. I made Mystic Falls closer to Washington DC and tweaked the some of the personalities of the characters. I hope you guys like it. Only character I own is Raylynn.
Chapter 1: The New Girl
A shiny black SUV, followed by two black cars pulled into the parking lot of a high school in a small town. When they stopped, an agent got out and opened the door for a red headed woman. She was followed by a younger version of herself. The teen did not look so happy about going to a new school so far from her friends in Washington DC. Ever since someone tried to kill her to get to her mother, her parents had become extra protective of her. When her mother learned that her father had left some of his things behind for his unborn grandchild, both her parents decided to move her there to protect her.
"Mom, why can't I stay at the school in DC?" She asked, sounding annoyed. "Raylynn, I already told you why…after the stunt that Kort pulled, I am not risking your safety." NCIS Director Jenny Shepherd told her. "I am not afraid of him or any other stupid person who is trying to get me…there was a reason that Uncle Mike sent me that shotgun for my birthday." Raylynn replied, sounding annoyed.
The group was joined by her father and his team. It was their turn to be the Director's protective detail. He had a huge smirk on his face when he seen the annoyance in his daughter's blue eyes. While he shared her mother's reasoning, he just did not like that she was four hours away from her family.
"Did you show her the house yet?" He asked, as he came to stand by them. "No, we will do that after…the moving van got stuck behind a jack-knifed semi on the highway." Jenny replied. "So, she does not know about what is in the garage next to the house yet, does she?" Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs asked, a huge grin on his face. "No, though I believe she will be thrilled when she sees it." Jenny smiled back, "I think that even Dinozzo is going to have a heart attack when he sees it."
When they walked into the building, Raylynn suddenly felt nervous. She had never been the new girl and did not like that at all. Her godmother put her hand on the teen's shoulder and gently squeezed it.
"Just show them the real you." She whispered in Raylynn's ear. "Easy for you to say…you're not the one who is going to be the new girl in their junior year of high school." Raylynn replied, making the agent beside her smirk. "Oh, so many movies to come to mind." Very Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo grinned.
Just before the three of them entered the front office behind her parents, Raylynn slammed the heel of her black suede pumps into his foot. He groaned softly in pain as Raylynn and Ziva entered the foyer of the office behind her parents. The third member of her father's team, Special Agent Timothy McGee smirked, patting his shoulder.
"What movie comes to mind now, Tony." He said as he walked in as well. "Shut it, probie." Tony grumbled as Raylynn threw him an innocent smirk. He glared back at the girl he considered his baby sister. He would get her back later.
Gibbs looked over his shoulder as his team, no his grown and half grown children with an amused smile. There were days he wondered why he put up with the craziness of this job. But, then there were days like this one that made all the hardships worth it.
The woman at the desk looked up at them and smiled. She had spoken to Jenny earlier that week. She had known about her daughter was going to be transferring from a private school in Washington D.C.
"Director Shepherd?" She asked, looking up at her. "Yes, you must be Mrs. Clarke." Jenny smiled, looking at her. "Yes ma'am, now you must be Raylynn." She smiled at the teen. "Yes ma'am." Raylynn smiled softly. "Well, Principal Weber is just finishing up with another student now, but you are more than welcome to wait." She said, smiling at them. "Thank you." Jenny smiled.
They went and sat down. Raylynn began fiddling with the tassel on her necklace, staring out into space. Her father sat across from them, looking amused by this. His daughter who has literally faced death three separate times was now petrified of starting at a new school.
"Hey." He said, gently kicking her foot.
Raylynn looked up suddenly, her mask suddenly back up. He smirked at her, remembering how her mother does the same thing when she is nervous.
"Yes?" She asked, looking at him. "You're gonna be fine." Gibbs told her. "Easy for you to say…you're not the one who starting at a new school and moving to a new town." Raylynn grumbled making him chuckle. "No…no I'm not." Gibbs laughed, "But I do know my daughter and that she will do just fine."
Just then, the office door opened, revealing two people. One of them was a blonde girl. She had long curly hair and bright blue eyes. Currently, she looked rather annoyed at the person beside her.
The other caught her attention instantly. He too glanced over at her for a moment, as if studying her. He was tall and very well built. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a dark suit with a dark blue tie. The blonde looked at him with an amused look. She said something softly that made him snap his head at her.
"Yes, I understand that little sister, but you still cannot settle fights with your hands." He said, earning a glare from his sister.
She stormed from the office and headed to class. She looked at Raylynn then her brother briefly and then left.
The man left shortly afterwards and left Raylynn silently wondering what that was all about. She briefly glanced at Ziva who was standing by the door. The Israeli had a huge grin on her face, causing Raylynn to groan.
"Don't say a word." Raylynn grumbled in Hebrew. "I was not going to say anything." Ziva replied in her native language.
When the principal came out of his office, he smiled as he came over to greet Jenny and Raylynn.
"Director Shepherd, nice to finally put the face to the name." He smiled, shaking Jenny's hand. "Like wise." Jenny replied. "And you must be Raylynn." He smiled. "Yes sir." She replied. "Well, why don't we go in and talk before we set up classes." He said, as the three followed.
He looked over at Gibbs for a moment. Jenny smiled as Raylynn stifled a giggle. She forgot that most do not know that he was her father.
"Oh, this is Raylynn's father, we may not be together, but he has as much say in decisions that affect our daughter, as I do." Jenny said, looking at the principal. "Of course, Director." Mr. Weber stuttered, as the agent followed him in.
Gibbs motioned for the rest of the team to keep an eye out. They all nodded as McGee and Tony went into the hall. Ziva took her place by the office door. The office door shut softly with a click.
Inside the office, the principal flipped through Raylynn's transcripts. His eyes widened when he seen her foreign language credits. The teen had an impressive resume as far as schooling was concerned. He had never known any student to take on as many honor and A.P. courses as her but one other student.
"Miss Shepherd, what school did you attend again?" He asked. "Washington International School." Raylynn replied, "Is there something wrong with the transcripts?" "No…I've never seen a student to have as high marks as you do, except for one other student, but even she does not have the credits you do." Mr. Weber told her.
Jenny frowned slightly. She did not see how that was a problem.
"Is that going to be a problem?" Jenny asked. "No, not at all." Mr. Weber replied, "I am just genuinely impressed. I have never known a student to take on Hebrew, Farsi and Arabic all at the same time." "I've been speaking Hebrew since I was an infant. I was born in Tel Aviv." Raylynn replied, making him nod. "Well that explains the interest in the Hebrew, but what about the others…we do not have those here." Mr. Weber said. "My godfather was half Palestinian, he started teaching me the Arabic and Farsi when I was around 7…I did not come to the states until I was eight so, he told me if I ever got into trouble in the Palestinian end of Tel Aviv where he lived, that I was his niece." Raylynn replied.
Gibbs smiled, remembering the first time he seen his daughter. She had come out of the elevator, running into Ari's arms. Jenny had yet to tell him about her and the young girl had managed to evade the NCIS agents assigned to keep an eye on her.
"Well, regrettably, we do not have those language courses... but we do offer French and Italian as well as Spanish. As you know, by state law, you are required to take one more year of a language course." He said. "Of course, though I am already fluent in two of the three." She said, making him smile. "I see…well, how about Italian…it seems to be the only one we can all agree on." He said. "That is fine…I also noticed that you do not have a JROTC corps…is there any other extracurricular activity the school has?" Raylynn asked. "I'm afraid not…this is a small-town Miss Shepherd, most students after school help out at their parents' shops." He told her, "We have football and cheerleading…other than those, there is the local beauty pageant."
Raylynn inwardly groaned. She would not get roped into another one of those horribly stupid programs. There were other things she would rather do to occupy her time.
"Now, if you want, we can get you schedule made up…your mother already filled out the paperwork." He told her. "That is fine…what kind of schedule is it, block or period." Raylynn asked, hoping it was block. "It is block, you will have four classes a semester." He replied.
Raylynn nodded, grateful for that. Being ADHD, it was easier to sit through those than seven or eight short classes. She struggled to keep up with them when she was younger.
With that, the principal lead them back to the foyer. He asked them to wait there while everything was finished. Ziva noticed that Raylynn looked a little anxious.
When he came back he handed Raylynn and Jenny a copy of her schedule. Mr. Weber also offered to show them where the classes were. Raylynn had a basic schedule of math, science, history and a foreign language for the fall semester. She had already completed what she needed for the other subjects.
The last classroom they were shown was her history class. The principal led them in, silently waiting for the teacher to finish. The man looked up and smiled, already knowing that she was coming.
She also noticed that half the class was looking at her. Some of them whispering. The teacher cleared his throat loudly, catching the attention of the class. The students all quickly stopped talking and looked up. The principal looked at them then back at the teen.
"Mr. Saltzman, this is Raylynn, she is a transfer student from Washington DC." Mr. Weber said, suddenly making all the students start their whispering.
Raylynn looked at them, use to the whispers. At her old school, she was one of the popular ones because of her mother's job. Most of the others were senators' and ambassadors' children.
The teacher smiled at her, making her feel a little less nervous. He seemed nice.
"Thank you, Principal Weber." He replied as the principal left the class room. The man smiled at the teen as he left, "So, Raylynn, what school did you attend in Washington, I know there are a few."
"Washington International…it's one of the schools that parents who work for the government send their kids." Raylynn replied. "What does your mom do…I noticed the security detail." Mr. Saltzman asked, making her smirk. "My mother is the director of a federal agency." Raylynn replied.
"Like the FBI?" One of the boys in the class called out.
Tony snorted behind Raylynn, making her smile as well as Ziva. The teacher rolled his eyes before calling him out.
"Let her finish, Tyler." He said, before nodding to Raylynn.
"No, NCIS." She replied, making the class look at her with wide eyes. "Navy cops?" Tyler asked, making Raylynn roll her eyes at the name. "No, Navy cops are MPs, NCIS, while investigates crimes in the Navy and Marines, does a lot more, like counter terror ops with other agencies like the FBI as well as ones in other countries." Raylynn replied.
The teacher smiled, knowing that she was going to fit in rather well in the class. He also knew that the new assignment he just gave out would be easy for her.
"I think that you, Miss Shepherd will probably blow through this project we have." Mr. Saltzman said, making the class groan in annoyance.
"Not bloody likely…the stupid thing is too hard without a partner." A voice grumbled.
Raylynn looked over to see the girl from the office. She looked rather annoyed.
"Well, I think that will be easily remedied now that there is another student in the class, Rebekah." Mr. Saltzman replied.
"The project has to do with Middle East conflicts. You can pick any country in the Middle East so long as you and your partner agree." Mr. Saltzman told her, "which is going to be Miss Mikaelson over there."
Rebekah looked at her with a smile then glared when she heard Tyler make a comment under his breath. Raylynn heard it too and rolled her eyes.
"Okay…what country did you choose?" Raylynn asked, looking at the blonde. "Israel." Rebekah told her, bringing a smile to the redhead's face. "That is easy…though it will be hard to decide on which conflict…there are so many." Raylynn grinned. "You're telling me." Rebekah grumbled. "I was born in Tel Aviv, so there are a few that come to mind, one of which that nearly killed me when I was two." Raylynn said, making the class get quiet.
"Wait…are you saying that you're not American?" A blonde girl asked. "Caroline!" The brunette next to her exclaimed.
Raylynn laughed out loud, amused by the question. She noticed that Ziva had a grin on her face as well.
"No, I am an American citizen…my mother was still an agent at the time I was born. She had just been given an assignment in Israel when she found out she was going to have me." Raylynn laughed, "I lived there until I was eight years old when my mother was given the position of director…"
"So, you speak Hebrew then?" Rebekah asked. "It is my first language, yes." Raylynn replied. "Thank God, someone who can translate that gibberish." She said, making the redhead grin. "Yes, I can also speak Arabic and Farsi." Raylynn told her, making her eyes go wide.
Just then, the school bell rang. The students all started to put up their things. The teacher told Raylynn that she would get her text book when she started that Monday. Raylynn nodded as Rebekah came over.
"So, are you moving here?" Rebekah asked. "Yes, I'll mostly be by myself…it is harder for my mom to come here during the week." Raylynn replied as they left the class room. "Well, if you want, we can get together possibly tomorrow if you like to start working on that project." Rebekah said. "Yeah, you'll have to excuse the millions of boxes everywhere…my mother has been moving stuff for the last couple of weeks after having the house updated…to be honest, I haven't even seen it yet." Raylynn told her. "That is fine...if you want I could help you unpack…I know how it is to be the new girl." Rebekah replied.
The redhead smiled, glad to know she was already making friends.
"Sure…so is the town really as small as it seems?" Raylynn asked, as they walked down the hall. "Smaller…my ancestors settled here, though some of our classmate's families were the founders of the town." Rebekah said. "Joy…I still wonder what drove my grandfather to choose this place as a safe house." Raylynn laughed. "Personally, if you want to keep your sanity, I would not read into it." Rebekah replied, sounding serious, "Also, I am warning you that you will have visitors later." "Thanks for the heads up." She said, "If you want, you could swing by…my mom said she was meeting the sheriff there this afternoon." "Sure…so do I look for the only house in town with a moving van" Rebekah asked, making Raylynn snort. "Yeah and the army of federal agents." Raylynn replied. "Alright then.' Rebekah smiled as they left the building, "See ya later." "Yup." Raylynn asked, putting on her sunglasses.
The two girls walked to their respective rides. Raylynn decided that maybe being the new girls would not be so bad. She was beginning to understand why her mother thought she needed a fresh start. Jenny also knew that in a year's time she would be an adult. She hoped that maybe her daughter would find someone there. Her daughter deserved a second chance.
AN: I hope that everyone likes the story. This is just the first chapter, so please bear with me. Please remember to review and tell me what you think.
