So I was home sick today having an NCIS marathon when the idea sort of came to me—what if NCIS hired Alex Rider to solve a case? Based on the books, but okay I kind of stole his appearance from Alex Pettyfer, the guy who plays him in the movie. WHom of which is drop-dead gorgeous, by the way. Um, if there is any romance it will DEFINITELY be Tiva or McAbby or whatever it's called.

Enjoy!

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"There is no way in all of hell I'm letting a fifteen year old kid work on my team," Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs snapped as he paced angrily. "For God's sake, fifteen years old! He should be in high school, worrying about girls and grades not whether or not he's going to be shot!"

Director Vance glanced at him. "I'm not the one who put him to work. You can blame MI6 for that. All I did was hire him temporarily. Look, if he would just be working for someone else if not for us."

Gibbs whirled on him. "He is not working on my team, Vance. And that's final."

His eyes flashed dangerously and he took a step closer to the agent. "That's too bad."

Gibbs, not one to be intimidated, didn't back up. "And why is that?"

"Because he is already here."

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The bullpen was filled with the sounds of a typical weekday: the clicking of keys, the ringing of phones, the blaring of TVs, and the punching of staplers. Voices whispered and shouted across the large, open space, and the dinging of the elevator every other minute added to the cacophony like the triangle in an orchestra. And for the three agents of Team Gibbs working furiously at their desks, it was business as usual.

With dirty blonde, almost brown hair and hazel eyes, a smart attitude and impeccable taste, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo had won over many a woman's heart. Before becoming an NCIS agent, he had been a street-smart homicide detective, and it showed, especially when they were on cases. He was the senior agent of the group, second in command to Gibbs.

To his right, sat Special Agent Timothy McGee, a junior field agent for NCIS and mega-geek for Team Gibbs. He was lovable, though not as big of a ladies' man as his Tony, and very tech-smart.

Across from Tony was Ziva David, Mossad agent working as a liaison with NCIS. She was very intimidating, what with her long, dark hair and even darker, foreboding eyes. She was elegant, but also very dangerous, and every agent—no matter how smart or muscled—knew that she could kill him easily had she so desired.

In the middle of it all stood one, very out of place British boy with a pack on his back and curiosity in his eyes. He was dressed in a black Polo shirt and kakis, but his blonde hair was rather long and uncombed, and his shoulders sagged a bit from exhaustion. Despite this, he appeared in excellent physical condition, and there was a gleam in his eye that caused several double-takes as people passed him.

"Miss you baby," Tony whispered into the phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "See you tonight." There was a pause, then laughter, and what sounded like "naughty girl" before Tony noticed the boy staring at him. "I've got to go," he announced, hanging up abruptly. "Hey kid, what d'ya want?"

The "kid" nodded toward the telephone resting in it's cradle. "Playing phone sex?"

Tony's jaw dropped, and he faltered. "I, uh...what? No, no of course not, I—"

Ziva laughed, and both turned to look at her. "He does seem to do that a lot, doesn't he?" Before Tony could say anything, she stood gracefully and walked toward the boy, one hand extended. "My name is Ziva David." She gave a small smile. "How can we help you?"

He returned the smile with one of his own. "I was about to ask you the same thing." At the curious looks thrown his way, he said, "You requested me to come work for you, did you not?"

The agents looked at each other. "Did we?" asked Tony suspiciously. "I don't believe we caught your name...?"

"Alex Rider," the adolescent stated, his blonde hair flopping over one perceptive green eye. He hitched his bag higher on his shoulder. "I am waiting for a man named Gibbs. Who are you exactly?"

Tony quirked an eyebrow at his English accent but didn't comment on it.

"Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David, and Tim McGee. How do you know Gibbs?" put in McGee, his expression one of confusion.

Before he could answer, Gibbs strode into the bullpen, steam practically pouring out of his ears. He stopped when he saw Alex.

"That him?" he asked, throwing the question over his shoulder at Leon Vance, who was following closely behind.

Instead of replying, he stepped around the older agent and shook the boy's hand. "Welcome to the United States."

"It's a pleasure to be here, Sir. Are you Gibbs?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly.

"No," responded said man, pushing the director aside lightly. "But I am."

The two looked each other over, both unsure of what they saw. Alex saw an older man, about Alan Blunt's (his former employer) age, with military-style gray hair and harsh eyes; Gibbs saw a boy that had been forced into manhood before his time, with scars traveling the length of his body and dark shadows under his eyes, eyes that had seen too much, eyes that had lost all innocence.

"I assume you are Alex Rider?"

The boy nodded slowly. "Yes, sir."

The older man motioned toward the bag. "That your stuff?"

Another "yes, sir."

"Then follow me," Gibbs instructed stalking off. After a brief pause, the boy followed, lugging his sack behind him. Gibbs called over his shoulder, "DiNozzo!"

Tony went into pointer-mood, suddenly alert. "Yea, Boss?"

"Your team 'til morning."

He grinned widely as Ziva and McGee groaned in unison. "Yes, sir!"

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So, Gibbs is going to show Alex the ropes as it were. Tell me if you have any ideas and what you think!