THIS IS A CROSSOVER WITH CRIMINAL MINDS AND NCIS.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

WARNING THERE IS A AGE DIFFERENT BETWEEN THE TWO MAIN CHARECTER'S.

Samantha or Sam as she prefers to be called waited for the arrival of her two friends Jacob and Alice. Samantha was the daughter of an ex-marine man, a well-respected and strict FBI agent. He loved her very much, but after the death of her mother and her rape he became distant towards her to the point where he couldn't even look at her. Samantha got used to it, that is why she is grateful she had her two friends. There was one thing her father was involved in and that was her love life, he was the one that gave her the yes or no to the boys she liked. Her ex was actually his favrouite one, a stick in the mud just like him. She dumped him after a month much to her father's liking. She honestly didn't care once she turned 19 she will receive the money her grandparents left her and she would be gone never to see the man again she would miss him but it was probably for the best. Now back to waiting for her friends she smiled how she got lucky with them was beyond them. Alice was her sister she too was the daughter of a marine, but her father was the admiral yet he was way cooler than hers to be honest she called him papa. Jacob was their older brother always protective and hovering over them just like a brother does. He was the son of both marine and navy parents and like his parents Jacob was enlisted to join the army at the age of 18. Today was the annual ball for the navy everyone was going to be there marines and their families and whoever the hell snuck in. hmm maybe she hooks up with someone. She was brought back to the present at the sound of a car horn, looking up she smirked 'looks like Jacob got the car tonight' locking the door she bolted towards the car opening the passenger seat getting a confused look from Alice.

"What are you doing?" Alice glared at her playfully.

"I had called shotgun." Sam stated Jacob just sat back and allowed them work this out believe it or not this was every day.

"When was that?" Alice demanded.

"At school." Sam crossed her arms across her chest. The girls stared each other down neither backing down until they erupted into laughter. Sam opened the door to the back seat jumping in hugging both her friends. "So how come neither of you have a date for this damn thing?"

Jacob smirked. "With you two I don't think I can handle a date, I'll have my hands full enough." He released a yelp when Sam smacked him on the head. "See what I mean?" the girls giggled. "What about you two?"

Alice scoffed. "I had a date, but his school work is more important than me apparently." Sam chuckled dodging the paper ball she threw at her. "Sam weren't you dating agent mason?"

It was Sam's turn to scoff. "Yeah I ended that a month after it started, I am not going to be stuck with the spitting image of my father as a partner. Besides he wasn't my type."

"Yeah we know all about your type." Alice mumbled.

"Hey! What is that supposed to mean?"

Alice rolled her eyes. "You Miss Hotchner are into older guys, and don't try and deny it!"

Jacob laughed. "It's true Sam, you remember Brett? He was what 5 years older than you?"

Sam blushed. "7 but in my defense the guy was smoking hot and smart!"

Her friends laughed at how defensive she always got when it came to her dating life. The trio talked most of the way about everything and nothing mostly about school, Jacob was the quarter back, Alice was the cheerleader and Sam was the soccer and baseball captain. The trio was nothing like other people in there category Jacob wasn't your typical bully and dumb jock he was a a's straight student, never mixes in with the 'popular' crowd. Same was with Sam and Alice they were not bitchy nor brat's I guess being raised by marines did that to you.

Jacob pulled up in front of huge building Sam had to admit it was beautiful, her door was open by the valet grabbing the hand offer to her she gave the man a thank you. Glancing back she noticed what her friends were wearing Jacob wore a tuxedo showing of his well-built body. Alice wore a strapless red dress got to admit she looked damn good in it. Sam herself was wearing a tight black dress with an open back. Once inside they greeted everyone they knew and introduced to those they didn't know.

Sam sat on at their designated table watching as her friends danced with their probably new found lovers jumping when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Twirling around she forced a smile at who it was. "Evening father."

"Samantha you look lovely." Hotch gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Excuse me I have to greet the other guest." Sam rolled her eyes of course he did, sitting down she rolled her eyes at his retreating form. It was going to be a really long night.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood by the bar scanning the room. He really didn't want to be here, but was dragged by some marine buddies of his who had currently abandoned him in search of a good time. Gibbs watched as agent hotchner waked in, last thing he heard of him was his wife had died and he buried himself in his career, kind like himself after Shannon and Kelly's death. He watches as the man tapped a girl on the shoulder and judging by the way her body tensed she wasn't expected to see him. Gibbs couldn't help, but smirk at the antics of the girl just as he had decided to make his way to her his team blocked him.

"Hey boss, you clean up nice." Tony Dinozzo said with his signature smirk.

"Dinozzo what are you three doing here?" Gibbs didn't know NCIS was invited to the ball.

"We were invited seeing as our boss is an ex-marine and we do solve cases for the navy and all." Tony said reaching for his boss's cup.

Gibbs smacks his hand away. "Grab your own." He turned his gaze to the other two members of his team. "Ziva you look amazing." He kissed her on the cheek. "Nice suite McGee."

"Thanks boss." Both their replies came.

Gibbs turned his attention back to the girl from before noting a male and female sat with him. what surprised him was the fact that he had missed how young she was, if she was around the age of the other two she could be no older than 18 shaking his head he turned his attention back to his team.

Ziva had seen the way her boss kept stealing glances at the pretty brunette, she was a little confused last thing she knew was that he was into red heads and they weren't that young. Ignoring it she grabbed Tim's hand pulling him onto the dance phone. Tony patted Gibbs on the shoulder before running off after a blond. Gibbs just shook his head turning back to the bar for a refill.

Sam took a drink from her cup only to realized it was empty with a sighs she made her way to the bar stopping beside a gentleman.

"Hi can I get soda please." Sam asked the bartender.

"Sure thing." He gave her a small cup seconds later.

Sam turned around leaning her back against the bar taking sips from her drink. Out of the corner of her eyes she glanced at the man, he was attractive very attractive. His hair was unique silver, but he wasn't as old as people might think. He wore a nice black tuxedo fixing perfect with his body the man took care of himself. Sam quickly looked away when he turned to look her way.

Gibbs could fell her eyes on him looking him up and down, not that he was complaining. He let his eyes drink her in the dress she wore; it hugged her body perfectly showing off her curves. Her long brown hair fell in waves just below her shoulders, looking at her closely he estimated her to be no higher than his shoulders. Gibbs looked away with a frown since when did find brunettes attractive he has always been into red heads.

Sam huffed pushing herself off the bar she made her way towards her table only to be bumped into and pushed back, a pair of hands gripped her by the hips steadying her.

She tilted her back against the stranger's hard chest blushing when she noticed it was Gibbs. "I-im sorry, they-umm-he bumped into-im sorry."

"You already said that." Gibbs smirked releasing her so she can turn to face him.

"Yeah im sorry." she whispered shocked when a hand connected to the back of her head softly. "Did you just hit me?"

"Rule number #6." Gibbs said taking a sip of his own drink.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Never apologize." Gibbs half smiled. "It's a sign of weakness."

Sam nodded. "You a rule man?"

Gibbs smirked. "I have a few rules."

Sam leaned against the counter of the bar with a smile Gibbs found sexy. "So you are what some might call a stick in the mud?"

Gibbs actually laughed at that. "I am far from that, ask anyone around here and you will probably be surprised by what they say." He leaned in to her ear. "Besides what's the fun in having rules if not to break them."

Samantha shivered when his hot breath hit her neck, looking up at him she cursed at the fact that he noticed her shiver. Gibbs felt an attraction towards her he has never felt not even towards his now dead wife. He wasn't sure what it was but he'd damn if he let her go now. Gibbs raised his hand running his knuckles softly across her cheek never removing his gaze from her bright green eyes. Sam was lost in his bright sky blue eyes; she has never seen eyes that shade before. Breaking contact with him she ran her eyes across his face, he had a strong jaw, firm looking lips, and the way his lips would quirk up in a smirk was driving her wild.

Gibbs cleared his throat taking a step backwards. "So are you in the navy?" he doubts it.

"No my father was, I am currently trying to get away from all of this." Sam said gesturing all around.

"How old are you? If you don't mind me asking?" Gibbs took a step forward holding back a groan as she bit her lower lip.

Sam blushed. "I am 18 turning 19 next week. Then I am planning on going to college." She then made contact with his blue eyes. "And you? How old are you?" she asked giving him a cute smile.

Gibbs chuckled. "Too old for you."

"How do you know that Mr.-"Sam waited for his name.

"Just call me Gibbs."

"Okay so how do you know that for sure Gibbs?" Sam asked. "I am Sam by the way."

"Let's drop that subject for now please." Gibbs mumbled he was afraid he wouldn't be able to contain his tongue from saying something he might regret.

Sam sighed her gaze drifting towards the dance floor, Gibbs noticed it. Taking a deep breath he held his hand out to her.

"Would you like to dance?" Sam grinned accepting his hand he led her to the dance floor. She placed both hands around his neck as he put his on her waist holding her a little too close. They swayed to the beat of the music everything and everyone disappearing around him. Sam was shocked at how safe and loved she felt in his arms throwing everything to the wind she leaned her body against him her head laying on his shoulder. Gibbs fully wrapped his arms around her cherishing the feel of her body pressed up against him. Without thinking he kissed the top of her head inhaling the smell of her shampoo. Sam closed her eyes snuggling in closer to him catching the scent of his aftershave along with sawdust. Gibbs noticed the looks his team was sending him, glaring at them he leaned down to her ear.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Sam nodded not able to speak. "Come on." Gibbs entwined his hand with hers pulling her behind him completely ignoring the looks he was getting from his team.

Once outside Sam had her arm wrapped around his bicep leaning closely to him. They walked down the street neither talking just enjoying each other's company. Gibbs knew this was wrong she was at least 13 years younger than him, but something was pulling him towards her. Sam was lost in her thoughts thinking about him she didn't see the crack in the floor causing her to trip. Gibbs wrapped his arms around her waist stopping her from falling in the process causing her to whirl around in facing him.

Their faces inches apart gaze locked once more, rendering both breathless and speechless. Except for the words Gibbs had to speak using the little air he had left.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly barely audible.

Abby couldn't talk she merely nodding her head Sam could feel the electricity all over her body causing goose bumps in her. The shivers in her spine going up and down her body as she held his intense gaze. Gibbs kept her gaze leaning closer giving her a chance to back away if she desired to. Being so close to him she felt the heat radiating off him enclosing her in a warm bubble. Gibbs cups her jaw tilting her head; she was so close he could feel her hot breath on his face. Having had enough of this torture Gibbs crashed his lips onto hers.