I laughed as Tim told me about Tony DiNozzo losing a bet against my brother Trent; Tony was trying to avoid paying my brother back his money, but was failing terribly.

"I can't believe Tony thought he could take down Ziva in a fight." I giggled.

"To be fair; none of us thought Tony would lose so quickly—" Tim stated.

"I did." A voice piped up as Trent's head filled the computer screen next to Tim McGee. I smirk at my brother; we were twins but looked nothing alike. Trent had black hair sheared short and was a foot taller than me and built like a wrestler; while I was frailly built as 5'2'' and had auburn ringlets. The only thing we shared in common was our olive skin tone, nose, and we both had dark brown eyes. Even though we were the same age people would think Trent was my older brother. Trent was an intern at NCIS and was happily working with our god father Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I smile to myself; Gibbs was best friends with my family for as long as I can remember… he was always our hero and was now Trent's mentor in the field. Trent was one of the youngest interns in the field; a prodigy who raced through the ranks to NCIS. He was genius in fighting and investigation with his photographic memory and tenacity. I wasn't as corporal as he was; I was studying to be an art curator as I did my watercolor paintings and writings on the side. I was more creative than my brother and couldn't solve math problems or scientific formulas like he could; I was a whiz at history and literature-

"Hey Angel!" Trent tapped the screen with a small smile. "Did you faze out?"

I shook my head to clear it. "Yes. Sorry." I had a photographic memory as well, but I was hyperthymestic: I had the ability to remember every autobiographical detail in my life. Sometimes, when I remember one detail it would connect to another until a whole encyclopedia-full of information crosses my mind and leads me to space out in front of others. It was a disorder I've always had; it worked out well for me usually, but it felt crowded inside my head with my creative ideas and stores of memory that I thought so much it was exhausting.

Abby and Jimmy enter the screen above Trevor and Tim. "Angel!" Abby screeched happily. "I miss you!"

"I miss you too Abby—"

"See I told you she would call." Abbey was bubbling with her usual excitement to Jimmy. Jimmy looked exasperated and I could tell Abby had adopted him to be her temporary companion while I was gone. He had bloodshot eyes behind his rounded spectacles and had a permanent marker drawing of a skull on his neck.

Jimmy mouthed. "Please come home!"

I grin at him mouthed. "Sorry."

Abby looked at me and then at Palmer. "Oh come on, that concert wasn't that bad! Palmer, I need to take you out more."

Jimmy's eyes widen in distress. "N-no Abbe; you don't have to—"

Tony suddenly showed up and pushed McGee over. "Move over McGeek, my turn to chat with Angel."

"Behave Tony." I shook my head at his childish antics.

He grinned at me and asked. "How's London?"

"Great! It's amazing here. Especially the British museum—"

"Ah, every curator's dream."

I nod enthusiastically and see Ziva walk over and kneel beside Tony as Jimmy moved off screen to make room. "Hello Angel, how are you?"

"Great, how are you Ziva?"

"Wonderful, I had a delightful boxing match with Tony…he lost miserably—"

"I only lost because you cheated." Tony grumbled.

Ziva peered at Tony smugly. "I did not know kicking was not allowed in boxing…"

"I doubt that…" Tony hissed suspiciously. "I doubt you would perform a 'nut-cracker' move on anyone else. I could imagine the look on Gibb's face if you socked him there…" Tony started to laugh to himself and I bit my lip as I saw a familiar figure show up behind him. Tony froze at my expression and closed his eyes as Gibbs…well, Gibb-slapped him in the back of the head. "Sorry boss."

"Get off the computer and get back to the case before I take my rifle to it." He gruffly said. Everyone jumped up and raced away except for Abby who smiled innocently at Gibbs. He sat down next to her with his coffee. I beam at him as I chirped. "Hey Uncle Jethro."

"Hey kid, how are you doing up there?" he looked at me with fatherly concern

"Fine."

"You're still carrying that gun I got you?"

"It's in my purse—"

"Make sure the child lock is still on it; who knows what damage she could wreak with that thing." Trent said as he shot pass the screen. "By the way, love ya sis."

"Uh-huh, love you too Trent." I grumbled playfully.

Abby looked over to her right and smiled. "I got to go Angel, promise me you'll take pictures. Bye!" Abbey disappears and Dr. Mallard sits down in her place.

"Good morning Angelina." He smiled good-naturedly.

"Hi Ducky, you were right about the museum; I love it!" I was surprised I would adore being here so much…I thought I would hate to be away from home for so long, but I was actually enjoying myself.

"I'm glad to hear about it, you know the British museum was created—"

"In 1753 and opened in 59 where works of Sloan—"

"Alright you two; we have a murderer to catch." Gibbs not-so-subtly hinted. Ducky chuckled his farewells to me and left. Gibbs stared at me for a moment.

I scoff. "No one's going to kidnap me Gibbs—"

"Yeah, I'm just worried about you kid." He mumbled earnestly as he took a swig from his coffee.

"Don't be; I'm not a little girl anymore, besides, I'm not the one being shot at by murderers and uncovering corpses." I give him a reassuring grin and took my pocket knife out of my boot. "I'm keeping true to rule #9."

"Make sure you keep up with rules #3 and #6." Gibbs told me.

I peer at my purse. "Never be unreachable; my phone is always with me and on 24/7. By the way, you know I always break rule #6. Sorry about that."

Gibbs shook his head at me while laughing. "Yeah I'm sure you are."

I shoulder my purse. "I got to go meet a friend of mine; remember Johnny Shaw?"

"The Naval officer; your friend from high school?"

"Mm-hm, he's visiting some family around here, so we planned to meet up. It'll good to see a face from home. Give everyone my love Uncle Jethro, and watch out for Trent. I miss you. Bye!"

I turn off the monitor as Gibbs said. "Love you too Angel."

I put the knife back into my leather high-heel boots. I look in the mirror and straightened out my indigo sundress and buttoned up my black trench coat; it's knee length style and collar was the fashion craze…well my fashion craze. I was excited to see Johnny; he and I were friends ever since middle school. I grab my purse and raced out of my hotel as I headed for the Oxford Street Motel.

Author's note: All rights reseved to Sherlock and NCIS : I don't own their characters I am simply borrowing them. All rights reserved to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story The Five Orange Pips, which is a story I adopted from Doyle's Sherlock Holmes mysteries. I only own Angelina and Trent Garrio.

This chapter introduces Angelina, our heroine, into the crossover. She is actually the reason for this crossover! You'll find out more how she became involved in the NCIS family and the next chapter will be when she meets Sherlock Holmes and Watson! I hope you all enjoy it and please review because I want to be sure that I'm doing the characters justice. :D