(A/N This is "The Good Kid Revised" I decided to kind of start over with it. I might continue with the original one also, I haven't decided yet. Hope you all like it!)

"Tony! So help me, if you pick that straw up one more time I'll shove it up your-"

"But Ziva, your reaction is priceless. Therefore, I have no reason to stop." Tony said with a pampas smirk as he lifted the straw to his lips and sent a quick puff of air through the hollow object, sending a small wad of moisturized paper at Ziva's forehead. Instinctively, Ziva's arms swung wildly in front of her face, trying to stop the ball of saliva, but to no avail. The scene caused Tony to burst into a fit of mindless laughter as tears welled up in his eyes.

Tony's laughter was short lived as an enemy spitball found its way to the corner of his mouth, where it stuck. He looked around in a sort of frenzy until his eyes rested on the now chuckling McGee. In mock laughter Tony said, "You think this is funny Probie?" The question remained in the air as Tony tried to peel the childish spitball from his face which only caused another chuckle that erupted into laughter from both Ziva and McGee. Tony looked confused until he saw the small container of Super Glue resting on McGee's desk.

"Now I think it's funny." McGee said with a grin as both him and Ziva exchanged air high fives. They watched as Tony scratched at the wad of glue now clinging to his face. The light moment faded fast as a new figure entered the bull pen.

"Grab your gear. We got a dead Marine just outside of Norfolk." Gibbs informed as he walked through the bullpen with little interest, but with a sudden stop he looked down at Tony and said, "DiNozzo, you got a little something right here." He pointed to the corner of his own mouth indicating where the 'something' was on DiNozzo.

"Thanks, boss…"

. . .

By the time they arrived at the apartment where the Marine mentioned was killed, Tony had rubbed nearly half of the spitball off, sending cold glares directed to McGee who he hadn't spoken a word to since they left the base. This didn't seem to bother McGee as much as Tony had hoped.

Gibbs gave everyone their jobs. McGee was taking pictures of the body and whatever seemed to be of importance, DiNozzo was examining evidence in the room of where she died which in this case was the smaller of the two bedrooms which looked like it belonged to a teenager. Ducky and Palmer were determining the time of death which they found was around 10: 30 this morning and Ziva was left interviewing the husband with Gibbs.

At this point, the husband was a wreck. His name was Richard Frost, a real estate agent who was allegedly working with a house five miles away during the time of the murder. He was a tall, lanky man who had absolutely no visible facial hair whatsoever. There wasn't even a 5 o'clock shadow despite it being 7 o'clock now. It was almost like he shaved every few minutes although the hair on top of his head was thick, wavy and excruciatingly dark.

"What was your wife's name Mr. Frost?" Ziva asked calmly as she held a little pad of paper and a pencil as she waited for information worthy enough to be written down.

Between feeble sobs, Richard said, "He-Her name was S-Sara. Sara Fro-Frost." He moaned and covered his face with his hands, as if shielding himself from the gruesome scene just above them.

"Does anyone else live here?" Gibbs asked patiently.

Frost slowly took his hands away from his face and exhaled before saying, "Her foster kid…" He answered solemnly. "Her name is Robyn Porter. A problem child." He said with venom in his voice.

"You didn't adopt her?" Ziva asked, a bit confused at the hatred toward the girl.

"Well, I was around when Sara adopted her. But as soon as I saw what a menace she was, I was going to send her right back, but Sara refused. Told me to leave if that was really how I felt. But I loved Sara, so I dealt with the kid."

"Do you know where she is now?"

"Nope. I never know where that girl goes. Sara was always the one who kept track of her. If you ask me, I bet she has something to do with this whole thing." Frost accused.

"Did you call her and tell her what happened to Mrs. Frost?"

"No, I figure she already knows, or she will find out whenever she walks through that door. If she ever walks through that door."

"Excuse me for asking Mr. Frost, but did Robyn ever do something to cause you to feel this way about her?"

"It's just this look about her. Like she knows something we don't, all the damn time. Like she's smarter than everyone. And she's always out doing something weird. I don't know what, but she's never home, and damned if I've ever seen her with friends. I think she's on drugs or something." Frost answered, an accomplished look on his face, as if he was relieved to get that out.

After a few more minutes of back and forth Q&A, Frost asked if he could step outside to get some air. Gibbs nodded and told Ziva to stay and help DiNozzo and McGee gather evidence while he accompanied the man to continue with a few unanswered questions. Almost as soon as they stepped onto the grass of the front yard, a girl who looked around 16 came walking up the road, toward the house carrying a green backpack on one shoulder, looking like she was coming from school, which was weird since it was around 8:00 pm at the moment. She had deep red hair and piercing blue eyes and light freckles that crossed the bridge of her nose. Gibbs immediately saw the look that Frost had been talking about, except Frost had misinterpreted it. Gibbs knew it immediately. She did know something many people didn't. It was the look of someone who had just one too many encounters with pain in their life. Gibbs knew because he saw it every day when he looked in the mirror.

"About time you show up!" Frost shouted immediately.

"Nice to see you too, Dick." She responded calmly.

In a fit of rage which Gibbs had no idea of the reasoning, Richard snapped, "Why don't you just go inside and look at what you've done! It's your goddamn fault!"

"What the hell is your problem today?" She snapped back. "I just got home! What could I have done? Jesus!" She shouted angrily. "You usually wait for people to leave before you go ape shit!"

"That's enough!" Gibbs chimed in. It was answered by a glare from Robyn. She believed that he was a friend of Richard's and was sticking up for him. She was surprised when she received a sympathetic look in return.

"I think you should wait inside Mr. Frost." Gibbs advised, although it wasn't really a suggestion.

"I was going to anyway." He grumbled, making it sound like it was his idea in the first place. He stalked off, walking through the front door and slamming it behind him. When Robyn tried to walk around Gibbs to get inside herself, he put a hand up, stopping her.

"What do you want?" She asked, glaring up at him.

He thought for a moment before responding. "I'm Special Agent Gibbs, from NCIS."

The color washed away from Robyn's face. She knew what was coming next, but she remained silent, waiting for the confirmation.

"Your foster mother was murdered this morning." Her backpack fell onto the grass and before he could stop her, she ran passed him, bursting through the front door, nearly knocking Tony off his feet. Gibbs was close behind her. She ran around the house, looking for Sara in desperation, dodging the agents and Frost with some difficulty. Gibbs almost got her twice. When she didn't see her, she ran up the stairs, seeing Ziva and McGee. They had heard the commotion downstairs and were ready. Wasting no time, she ran down the hallway. Ziva was standing midway between the stairs and the room she was guarding. Robyn was able to duck under her arms at the last second only to lose her footing and crash into McGee who held onto her in a vice-like bear-hug. McGee had been standing in the doorway and Robyn had pushed him back a few inches, giving her a quick glimpse of what was inside.

The body was facing Robyn, lying on her back. She saw those lifeless eyes. Blood had dried on the corner of her mouth and along the side of her face that was facing the ceiling. Despite all this, her hair was perfect. Wrapped into a flawless bun. Her hair was always perfect…

Robyn's stomach clenched so hard that she would have doubled over it McGee hadn't been holding her. She stopped fighting and he loosened his hold, looking up at Gibbs who had been watching these events unfold.

Tony finally ran up the stairs, breathing hard, followed closely by Richard.

"Don't act so surprised! You know that this was all because of you!" Frost shouted almost the second he reached the last step.

DiNozzo turned to him sharply.

"Shut up, Dick!"

. . .

The team finally arrived back at the NCIS base, bringing with them Robyn Porter after realizing that it wasn't a good idea to leave her with a foster father who kept accusing her of murder. Both Robyn and Richard seemed okay with this idea, although Robyn hadn't said much since the events at the house.

They had tried making conversation with her the whole way back, but the only response they received was heartbreaking silence. She hardly even moved other than her hands as they fiddled with an old compass.

Once they were in the building, Gibbs looked down at her as she looked down at the floor. "I know it's hard. But we are here to help. Understand?" His voice was calm and gentle, and for a split second, he thought he saw Robyn nod. He patted her on the head before leading her to what looked to be a conference room. He left for only a moment before coming back with a soda, placing it in front of her.

"Thought you might be thirsty." He said as he sat on the table just a few feet away from her. She didn't touch it.

"Thanks…" Was all that she could muster up. Even then, her voice cracked somewhere in the middle. It was strange to Gibbs. Usually people cried. He knew that she must be falling apart on the inside, but she wasn't letting herself reveal just how broken she was.

"You're welcome." He said, glad to hear her speak. "Can I ask you a few questions about your mom?" He asked with a sense of care in his voice.

"Foster mom." She corrected. "And you're going to ask anyway, so go for it."

Gibbs looked at her for a moment, trying to figure her out. "Tell me about the last time you saw her."

There was hesitation before she spoke. "Well…it was last night. She was in the middle of making dinner when she got a phone call. I didn't think anything of it because she's always getting calls from her Marine buddies." She stopped for a moment, gathering her thoughts before she continued, "She sounded upset and then walked outside so we wouldn't hear the call. We all need privacy…right?" She sighed heavily. "Well, I went out to check on her because the food was burning. She never walks away from the stove like that. She was always really afraid of fire. When I did, something was off. She had a distant look on her face. She didn't say anything to me when I asked her questions, so I figured that someone had died in the line of duty, so I left it alone. That's the last time I spoke to her…"

"When did you leave the house?"

Robyn thought for a moment. "7 this morning. I left for school."

"Why didn't you come back right after school?" He asked.

"Well, me and Dick don't exactly get along. So I avoid going home. I usually stay out longer if I can."

Gibbs dropped the subject quickly. "We'll make arrangements of where you'll be staying tonight." Seeing the distraught look on her face, he got to his feet and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be alright. We will find the person who did this. I promise."

"Don't do that." She said quickly.

"Do what?"

"Promise. Don't do that. Everyone breaks promises. They don't mean anything."

Gibbs nodded, understanding. "Alright. I won't promise. But I know we will catch the killer." He said as he walked out of the room. Robyn knew he wanted her to follow, so she stood up and left the room behind him, leaving the soda sitting on the table.

When they walked toward the bullpen, the team looked a little surprised. Robyn had taken a chair from one of the cubicles that wasn't being occupied and rolled it to the middle, sitting down. To everyone's sheer amazement, she initiated the conversation. Within a matter of minutes, everyone was cracking up and having a good time, even Robyn.

Even though DiNozzo was laughing, he knew that Robyn was hiding behind her humor. He used the same tactic. Like Gibbs, he recognized that look in her eye.