Chapter 1

Probert, ProBex, and Probette

"Seriously? I'm going there?" I asked, still stunned.

"I mean, yeah, Cammie. Why?" Bex asked. She was surprised by my reaction.

I flipped my brand new cell phone open and showed Bex the message;

Hey, Gallagher Girl.

I'm assigned to NCIS. What about you?

-Z

I bet we all know what that big Z means. Oh, yeah. It's him.

Bex gasped. "He knows your number?"

"I never told him, don't look at me like that!" I snapped. Liz suddenly started to fidget with her cell phone.

"I mean, yeah. You got assigned to the same institute. But that doesn't mean you'll be working together."

"Sure." I replied, still annoyed.

As soon as we were out of Gallagher Academy, we were going. As Federal Agents. Liz had gotten herself assigned to MI6 with Macey, and Bex was going to NCIS with me. Bex was still annoyed that she didn't get to go to MI6.

"So, when do we go?" I asked Liz. She thought for a minute.

"Tomorrow. I think Macey and Liz are going to Great Britain sometime later." I sighed.

I'd been avoiding Zach. I mean, I didn't actually want to, but somehow my instincts told me to. And when you're a spy, you should probably believe some of your instincts.

"You better get to sleep. D.C. is a long way from here." I pouted.

"Fine."

"Ms. Cameron Ann Morgan, this way, please." I grimaced as I took the elevator. I was assigned to MCRT. My Aunt Abby told me a lot about the team… Actually, except for a guy named "Tony", she pretty much liked them.

Ding! The door opened, and I took a deep breath, trying to keep my face composed.

"Hello," I walked toward Gibbs. I knew how he looked because I had a file on the team. Thankfully, the Bookworm had done some research for me last night. "You must be Mr. Gibbs." I smiled.

"Yeah. A Probie?" I grimaced. Hopefully, it didn't show.

"Yes. I'm Cameron Morgan. This is my friend, Rebecca Baxter." Bex nodded.

"Hm. Rachel's kid. Both Probies?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, what do you know. Three Probies a day."

"Wait, sir. Three?" I knit my eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, the third's right there." Gibbs looked behind me and I turned. And there he was. Zachary Goode.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl." He smiled. I glared.

"You three know each other?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"More than that," I muttered. I turned to see three other agents.

"Tony DiNozzo." He flashed a smile.

"The playboy." I muttered. The other three laughed.

"Timothy McGee." The man held out his hand.

"McGeek, and the author." McGeek frowned. The only woman smiled.

I couldn't help but smile back. "Hey. Ziva David, right?"

"You seem to know a lot about us." Gibbs raised his eyebrows. We just basically smirked.

"When you've got two Probies from Gallagher, it's bound to happen." We high-fived, way up in the air.

"That, and that her aunt's the famous Abby Cameron." Zach added. We had to glare, we couldn't help it. He was ruining the mood, right there.

Tony smacked his forehead. "Oh yeah… she's probably still upset that I cheated on her…"

I smirked. "Not really. She's married, don't think she'll have any second thoughts."

His eyes practically bulged out. "Really? Well, I never… With who?"

"With Joe Solomon." I mean they had kids by now. Exactly… When did this guy date Aunt Abby?

"Weeeeeeee!" A black haired woman in a lab coat, I assume it was Abby Sciuto ran up to me. Believe me, she was really cheery, but she just… scared the daylights out of me when she came up like that.

"Abby… Sciuto, right?" I smiled. The rest of the team just gawked at me, so I shot them a death glare. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you! And it's Abby McGee." I squinted, my gaze going between Timothy McGee and Abby… McGee, was it?
McGee just coughed. "Um, actually, soon-to-be Abby McGee." He held up his left hand, revealing a ring on his middle finger.

"Oh, uh, that's, um, nice." You could probably ask me to tackle thirty grown men. Don't worry, I can. Or, sneak through a secret vault and bring tons of money with me. Sure, no problem. But love? Not in the picture.

Zach nudge me on the side. "It'd be nice to be engaged to me, wouldn't it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Keep dreaming, and let's see where it gets you."

"On the aisle." He grinned. I hit him in the stomach. Hard. The team just whooped and whistled.

"Rules, kids." Gibbs reminded us. Oh yeah. Abby told me that, too. But hey, I'm not going to date him. I don't actually think I'll ever.

"Sorry, Gibbs. Just remind him that it's unrequited."

"Well, so you've got three? I've got one newbie. She's just… AWESOME!" Another?

An Asian girl with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes stepped down. She wore a tight black shirt and black jeans with matching black earrings. She looked about seventeen years old… way young to be a forensic scientist.

"Nat! Come on, introduce yourself!"

The girl smiled. "Natalie Fisherman. Nice to meet y'all." Tony just wolf-whistled. From what I heard, Tony would chase any skirt over the age of eighteen. Well, let's just change that; he would chase any skirt over sixteen.

"Isn't she a little… too young for you, DiNozzo?" Ziva inquired. The girl frowned.

"I'm sixteen, if that's what you're thinking. Honestly." The girl could sure look like a mature woman, with her earrings on and all.

"Aren't you too young to be on the job?" Tony asked. "Sixteen?"

"Graduated high school when I was nine. I already got a PhD in forensic science. That ok with you?" We all stood there, mouth agape. Whoa… "I mean, no biggie." It's a major biggie, kid.

"You look… mature." Tony added. Natalie just snorted.

"Yeah. Tell me something I don't know."

Okay, so far the description of this team; terrifying, rollercoaster ride. I might probably lose my job… in three weeks or so.

Actually, I'd be lucky if I could keep this job for three weeks.