One Shot Collection

Disclaimer:I do not own NCIS or the characters of NCIS. I am merely playing with them for my own amusement.

A\N:Any suggestions as to what you want as a prompt is welcome!

The First Meeting:

Casey Rizzo walked into the library and looked at her list of possible research materials for her term paper. She sighed and began to look through the endless corridors of bookshelves for what she needed. Oh why did this have to be such a large portion of her grade? Why? Because if the students weren't challenged, everyone would graduate... That was why...

Trent Kort looked at his watch. He had an hour before Marcin told him to meet at the park. An hour to look through the library for new reading materials.. He smiled as he walked through the doors, looking around for the nonfiction area. Trent had no idea why, but he was in the mood for a war story. And what better place to look than in nonfiction?

Casey finally found the station she was looking for. Nonfiction, World War 2 stories. Perfect. She smiled as she began looking over the shelves for what she would need to benefit her paper.

Trent had found a particular book on poetry written during WW2, and smiled. This was what he felt content with. But to be sure, he decided to read a stanza or two, just to be sure.

Casey walked down the aisle, reading the titles. She was so lost in finding the perfect books, she wasn't paying any attention to where she was going until...

Trent felt himself half-fall before he caught himself. He turned to see what had happened, to find a small woman with a hand over her mouth. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't see you. Are you okay?"she asked him in a whisper. He looked into her blue, worried eyes; and for the first time in his life, he was speechless.

"I... I am okay. You didn't hurt me... Just... Kinda... Surprised me..."he whispered back to her. That was when he realized the book he was reading was no longer in his hands.

Casey saw him looking for something and caught a glimpse of the book in the floor. She sat her bag down and carefully bent down and picked it up, handing it to him. "This yours?"she whispered, handing it to him. She noticed the man blush slightly as he took it from her, nodding. Casey couldn't help but smile.

"No need to be embarrassed. Everyone drops books sometimes."she told him, getting up carefully from the floor.

Trent couldn't believe it. She thought he was blushing... Because of a book...? He never would understand American women... Or any woman for that matter. No, he blushed because he had met this beautiful person and hadn't really introduced himself. She looked away from him, obviously trying to think of something to say.

"So... Are you interested in The War or are you like me and having to write a paper on it?"she asked, smiling shyly. He swallowed.

"I'm just interested... I finished having to write term papers three years ago.."Trent told her, immediately kicking himself afterward for revealing something of himself. He was CIA in training... He wasn't supposed to be revealing himself...

"Oh.. I see... Well it's a good thing to be interested in. I always was. Until now when I have to write about it.. I'm a horrible writer..."Casey admitted to him, looking away. Why on earth was she trying to have a conversation with this... Stranger? Was she looking to get kidnapped or...? She shook her head, not even wanting to finish that thought.

"I like to fancy myself a writer when I need to write something. Vocabulary and English have always been my best subjects..."Trent told her, kicking himself again for revealing himself. But she seemed so easy to talk to.. And her eyes told him he could trust her... He shook his head. This had gone on long enough. He had to leave...

Casey felt her phone vibrate and glanced down. She had a message from Lorene. She opened it and saw Lorene asking for tutoring for the moment. Casey swore softly and looked at the strange man in front of her. "I'm sorry to cut this... Conversation short, but I have to go... Maybe.. We'll see each other again sometime?"she asked, picking up her bag, looking at him. Casey saw him bite his lip.

She was hoping to see him again? They hardly knew each other! But... Who was he to deny a beautiful woman...? "Maybe..."he told her after awhile. The girl smiled and walked away, glancing back ever so often."Wait."he called out to her, handing her the war poetry book. "This might help you with your paper.."he told her. The girl smiled.

"Thank you."and with that, she was gone. Trent sighed, hoping he had done the right thing...

Casey finally got into her dorm room and saw Lorene already there. "What took you so long?"the blonde asked. Casey shrugged, but felt herself smile.

"Dunno... I just felt like taking my time getting here..."Casey quipped. Lorene smirked.

"That's not what it was at all. You met a guy, didn't you?"the blonde asked, smirking. Casey felt herself blush slightly.

"Maybe."

"Was he cute?"

"In my opinion or what you would've thought?"Casey asked, knowing her friend had higher standards than she did.

"Yours. That's what counts since you saw him first."Lorene retorted, smirking. Casey blushed slightly.

"Yeah... He was cute... Met him in the library... We were whispering but I could tell he had an accent..."Casey spilled, knowing it was better to get it out of the way now than have her friend pry it out of her later.

"Sweet! What kind of accent? Was he Italian? Spanish? No, wait! He was Chinese wasn't he?"Lorene asked, guessing through several nationalities. Casey shook her head.

"None of those... It sounded either British or Irish... Maybe Scottish..."Casey admitted. Lorene smirked.

"So what's his name?"the blonde asked. She shook her head.

"I don't know... I never got his name..."the brunette admitted, picking up the book the stranger had handed her. A note fell out with a name and number on it. She picked it up quickly to see the name. Trent Kort. And out beside the name was the number.

Was that the man she met earlier...?

Trent walked into FBI building with Marcin, knowing he should've been paying attention to how Marcin interacted with the Feds, but he couldn't. His mind was wondering over to the woman he had met earlier. Trent couldn't help it. He had already agreed with his mind that she was rather beautiful, but who said that meant anything?

But then again, he did sneak his number and name into the book. His real name and number... Why? Because she seemed easy to talk too... Someone he could trust...

He felt something hit him and snapped out of it, holding the side of his face. "OW! What was that for?!"he yelped at Marcin. The older man shook his head.

"Trenton, you are becoming a disappointment early on. You are not paying attention at all on my lesson of dealing with the FBI. If I am boring you so, tell me what you are thinking of. Perhaps I could find the root of this laziness, this mind wondering."the older man explained.

Trent's mind whirled. He needed to protect the girl, he knew what Marcin would do if he found out... But he needed to tell his boss the truth or he could be in trouble. "I was just thinking of someone I met today... I think I may know them..."Trent lied easily, coming up with the best excuse he could think of. Marcin looked over his pupil.

"Alright... I'll buy it this time... Now, pay attention."Marcin commanded. And Trent tried to concentrate on what was going on... He really did. But his mind kept going back. Back to the blue-eyed brunette he met. Back to how kind she was in trying to help him... How she tried to get him to talk to her.

He smiled, not being able to help it. It was his new response to the woman at the library. Trent found himself hoping that she would take a risk and call him. To see if she was really interested in him... And he couldn't wait until she did call...