Tony DiNozzo looked up as the elevator dinged. Director Sheppard had told them they would be getting a new recruit but he had no idea she would look this good. She wore a simple t-shirt and jeans that did nothing to hide her curves. Her emerald green eyes were framed by a few strands of her long red hair that lay in a braid down her back. She seemed a little lost so he took this opportunity to make himself known. "Hi, Tony DiNozzo. You must be the newbie. Let me show you around." "Vixey, and you can stop flirting you're not my type," she coldly said. She was used to guys like him everywhere she went. "Um, OK I guess I'I'll take you to see Director Sheppard." "Yeah, you do that."
As they walked into the Director's office Tony could see Gibbs was already there. "I see you've met our newest agent DiNozzo," Gibbs said as he offered her a seat. "Yeah, a real pleasure. Can I go?" As the Director waved him away, he stole one more glance at the woman who had shot him down before he got into the air. He couldn't wait to tell the others about her.
The Director and Agent Gibbs were explaining to her that as of now they seem to be embarrassed. didn't have a specific position for her as of yet and she would be helping out where she was needed and did she have a problem with working in the morgue sometimes. She had told them that with her father being a mortician it didn't't bother her one bit. They discussed a few other odds and ends before Gibbs taking her around to meet everyone.
As they walked out into the main room, they could see Tony talking up a storm. "I'm telling you guys this one's a real bitch." "Just because she saw through your little flirting ritual and turned you down before you could start does not make her a bitch, it makes her a good judge of character," Ziva was saying. Gibbs smiled and thumped Tony on the back of the head. "That's no way to talk about someone who might be covering your ass one day." Vixey smiled, she liked it here already. "And trust me DiNozzo, you haven't seen my bitch side yet," she sniped.
She met Jimmy in the morgue and was told that Ducky had gone to see Abby. She knew an Abby, but didn't think she was that lucky. As they made their way down to the lab, her heart stopped. In the lab talking with someone who was very familiar was an older man with light brownish hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had always fallen for the older men, it was one of her weakness. And as they entered the lab, she found out he had another one of her favorite qualities. He spoke with a British accent. "Abby?" The dark haired woman looked as though someone had jumped out and said Boo. "Vixey? I cant believe it," she squealed as the two woman embraced. When the squealing had subsided, Gibbs had introduced the older man to her as Ducky. She shook hands and as soon as their skin touched she felt a spark. One look in his eyes told her he had felt it too.
He had felt something when their hands had touched but he figured she wouldn't want an old man like him. As he watched the two women reminisce he found himself regretting that he wasn't a few decades younger. Lost in his musings,he didn't hear Gibbs say that since .Jimmy was about to leave for his classes that Vixey could go ahead and start working with him now. He sighed mentally and headed for the morgue, Vixey trailing behind him. He figured that she was walking so slowly so she could get familiar with it, but in reality she was watching him walk. As they walked, he was telling her one of his stories and was waiting for her to interrupt him like everyone else did. But as he turned around, he found that not only was she listening, she seemed to be enjoying it. He also noticed she was staring at his ass when he turned around. She knew he had caught her and didn't seem to be embarrassed.
Vixey wasn't embarrassed, not one little bit. She wanted him to catch her. She knew what he was probably thinking and she wanted him to know she liked him. "Why did you stop? I wanna know what happens." Ducky smiled and continued. If she wanted to stare at him, who was he to stop her.
As they walked into the morgue, Vixey could see a body on one of the tables. Ducky briefed her on his injuries. He had bruises on 90 percent of his body and most of his bones were broken. He had been in a car accident but the bullet wound in the middle of his forehead was cause of death. "Oh you poor man, who did this to you," Vixey whispered as she surveyed the damage. Then remembering she wasn't alone, she looked at Ducky to see him smiling. "Sorry, I tend to do that sometimes. They might be dead but they're still human beings." "It's alright, I do it myself for the same reason." As they began the autopsy, Ducky kept watching her for signs of nausea. "You let me know if we need to stop," he warned. "Don't worry about me, this is just like the old days working with Dad, He's semi-retired since his heart attack but he still has some old friends that he made promises to. He still works for the people he knows. We used to get a lot of out of towners back in the day but my brother's taking them these days. I help when I go home." "Must be nice to go home and fall back into place." Vixey smiled at this. "Yeah, whoever said you can't go home again was wrong. I love going home. Of course when Mom starts that whole when are you going to get married and give me more grandkids speech it's another story." "You have children?" "Matthew is 16 and Lilly is 8, but she's a mature 8. She helps out when I go to see my parents. She's very fascinated with what her Pop Pop does," "That's rather early to be finding out about death." "That's what Mom said too but Lilly's known about death since she was 4. She had a cat that someone gave her when she turned 4 and it got outside and got in the road. I explained the best i could and what she didn't understand she asked Dad about. She's a very inquisitive little girl and very mature for her age." Ducky said nothing at this and Vixey hoped she hadn't offended him. As they continued with the autopsy, Vixey couldn't help but stare at Ducky a bit. She could see that he did have a bit of muscle on him, probably from lifting bodies over the years. His light brown hair showed a sprinkling of grey hair here and there but that didn't bother her. As a matter of fact, it added to his charm. Ducky was doing his own observations. He could see she had a few tattoos but compared to Abby, nothing outstanding. Then as she moved, her shirt shifted. He caught a glimpse of something on her back. It appeared to be the Marine symbol surrounded by a dragon. As he was trying to get a better glimpse, she turned around and caught him staring. "You were looking at my dragon weren't you?" "I do apologize for staring but yes. What does it mean?" "My brother's a Marine. He's been in for about 14 years and in a lot of cultures dragons represent good fortune, protection, strength and this is my symbolic way to wish him and all the other marines out there safety, good fortune and strength. I don't support war by any means but i support the men and women who fight in them." "I agree with you there, most wars are pointless. How about the rest of your family?" "Well, my father served during Vietnam and my grandfather was at the Beaches of Normandy. My other brother served in desert storm and got a purple heart. One of his men was shot and he was carrying him to safety when he got shot in the butt." They both chuckled over that then her face took on a somber look. "My Oldest brother was killed when the twin towers went down. He was one of the first firefighters on the scene. He was trying to evacuate after the crash when one of the walls fell on top of him. They pulled him out but he was already dead. The coroner said something in the wall pierced his spinal cord and he most likely died instantly. That at least gave me some comfort, but not much. I'm one of those people who have a personal vendetta with Bin Laden." "I belive you would have to stand in line." Vixey smiled at that before adding, "but not for long. I have a long history of line cutting."
Ducky found that as they continued with the autopsy, she had a keen eye for details, most likely from working with her father. But in a way she reminded him of himself. She also was full of stories no one wanted to hear, well besides himself. He found himself telling her about his mother, and how taxing it was to care for her. He had never told anyone that, not even Gibbs. He loved his mother but looking after her and her band of Corgi took a lot out of him.