(AN: I don't own NCIS or main NCIS characters I only own Sarah cause she's me lol)

Chapter One

Hi, my name is Sarah. I'm 5ft. with long long brown hair and I wear glasses but I take them off when I dance and sing, then I wear contacts so I can still see what I'm doing. I'm the god-daughter of the one and only NCIS, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I live with my Uncle Leroy, yes I called him Leroy cause I'm the only on allowed to, because my parents love to travel around the world and explore and sometime I can't go with them, what can you do. But right now I'm going to tell you about the time I got supremely and outrageously mad at my uncle and his team because they missed the most important event of my life, but I'm not going to tell you what that event was you'll just have to listen and find out. Just sit back, relax and let the story begin.

It all stared about a month ago when my dance class teacher announced that they were going to a dance competition and compete against other dance classes and only 6 people can compete for our class. Well my class holds 15 kids. So we held our own little competition to see who would go and I was one of the 6, yay for me. Now there is also a twist for this big competition, the final class that wins have to have the classmates compete against each other and the winner from that class gets to go on a free trip to Walt Disney World with him/her and 3 other people. Well during that month we trained hard and practiced till our feet were about ready to detach themselves from us and run away. The final week of the month was the competition and guess what, WE WON! My uncle and all his team came to watch and were so proud of me and the classes' routine. But remember the twist? So we agreed to compete against each other and now the whole next month is going to be me and my training. Now this competition comes in parts cause there's to many of us, so all of us perform and only 3 people will be the finalist, then the 3 do another performance and from there they pick a winner.

I was working so hard on my routine I hardly ate or slept but after I had it down to where I could do it in my sleep, which I sometimes did, I relaxed for awhile. My uncle fully understood the pressure I was under and helped me out as much as he could by tucking me into bed when I fell asleep in the garage where I did my dancing, since he took the basement for his boats I got to have some where big to practice and besides he never uses it cause he like to drive fast pulling out and parking and says the garage door is to slow opening and closing. He also makes sure I eat at least 2 times a day and tells me when I've practiced long enough, which is about after 5 to 6 hours and also to take a shower after I practiced. But I don't let him or anyone else watch my routine not until the big night, if I need to fix something on my routine I video tap me doing it then watch it and write notes on how to perfect it.

Finally the big night, while I was waiting my turn, I was last cause I asked for it, I was either praying I'd do an awesome job and get picked or I was looking out into the crowd searching for my uncle and the team, but so far nothing and it's understandable seeing as how they're so many people here so maybe I'll see them when I get out there. I told them all what time and what night and where, so they should be here. When it was my turn I walked out on to the stage and did a quick scan of the crowd but I still couldn't see them. I shrugged and nodded to the DJ to start my song. I dance my routine and was doing it perfectly just like I practiced, not one fall or trip or injury. When I was done the crowd was standing and cheering, that's always a good sign. The rest of the class came out and they announced who the 3 finalists were. I hadn't heard my name the first 2 times and then I was starting to lose hope when the announcer screamed my name. I jumped and started to do a victory dance with the other finalists and hear the date of the final competition. I ran off the stage and gathered my stuff and headed home hoping that my uncle and the team would be there and congratulate me.

Although, imagine my shock when my teacher drops me off and I see the lights off and I had to use my key to get in cause the door was locked. I walked in and everything was dark, I cut on the light to see nobody here. I ran to the window and saw my uncle's car out front. I walk into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter, it said, 'Sarah, was tired from all the paperwork on my desk at work so I went to bed, there's food in the fridge for you when you get back from practice, Love Uncle Leroy.' Tears started to come to my eyes as I crumbled to note in my hand and threw it in the trash. I quietly went up to my uncle's room to see if he was there, praying and hoping he wasn't and he was just messing with me. But apparently god was against me tonight, cause there sleeping soundly in his bed as if there wasn't a care in the world was my uncle, and by the looks of his room he'd been home all night cause there was sand shavings and paint on his clothes and they only get on there when he's working on his boat. Tears blurred my vision and stained my cheeks, I held in my sobs as I quietly shut the door and walk to my room. After I shut the door I strip off my dance clothes and get in the shower and sit on the floor while the hot water hits my head and falls down my body. I let my tears fall and cover my mouth with my hands so as not to make to much noise as I cry, the water mixing with my tears. When the water started to turn cold I got out and put on my PJs and crawled into bed pulled the covers over my head and sobbed into my pillow for so long I fell asleep from exhaustion.