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NCIS is not mine.
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First day, first trouble.
Samantha Hudson had always been embarassed of the events and particularly of the presentations. Today, with her new team, her boss, the coroner and his assistant ... She was more than spoiled. Fortunately, she could count on Abby.
Abby ... Gothic, crazy, addicted to Caf-Pow ... And just great. Sam and her shared everything. Soul sister as the laboratory scientist would say. They knew each other for years, not even remembering the day they had met. Their relationship was very special. People sometimes don't understand they can be so close. They were perfect opposites.
Samantha Hudson was a nice girl from a good family, her really christians parents had raised her in fear of sin and damnation. She was red-headed with slightly pink skin and full of freckles that gave her a little childish and naive air. Her big blue eyes were serious, color of the summer sky, and shined with the glow of happiness. And far from the surface, there was a flame. A flame that burned so hard that everyone was trying to grab it. She was beautiful. But a special beauty, a little bit delicate. She ordinaly wears classic outfits and loved jazz.
On the other hand, there was Abigail Sciuto, hating her first name, gothic nail to the tip, worshiping metal and Caf-Pow. She had laughing green eyes and short black hair. It was a lively young woman, passionate about her job. She had never been afraid to show herself.
Two opposites, but two women united as the fingers of one hand.
Brief.
Samantha left the office of Leon Vance, the NCIS director, which had just give her her badge of Special Agent and her gun. She felt the reassuring weight of the weapon in the holster of her belt. Decidedly, she hated the first days. She went down the stairs to the main hall. Taking deep breaths, she quietly approached her teammates. They were talking.
- You know where is Gibbs ?
- With Abby and Ducky ... I think
- I let you think, but I call.
- Stop it Ziva, he shouldn't be far away.
- Since McGee's leaving, it had changed.
- Everything had changed since his departure. Even the coffee flavor. Stop dramatizing, sit and wait.
She stand watching the two agents who bickered. The thirty years old young woman looking so serious was named Ziva David. She was a liaison officer with the Mossad, the Israelian secret service before becoming an american resident. It was a size in her work. Her dark hair was slightly wavy and always plastered back to allow her face and her two beautiful brown-black eyes. Her skin was dull, without the slightest imperfection.
Beside her stood Antony DiNozzo, who was nicknamed Tony. He was taller than his colleague, had tousled brown hair and a womanizer reputation. His humor was pretty special and he vowed a true love to the cinema, not failing to mention replicas of his favorite movies as soon as opportunity arose.
Those two had an ambiguous relationship that could turn into romance at all moment.
Samantha has a lot of informations about them from Abby or from her old CIA friends.
Indeed, the pretty redhead had worked in this office for two years before being embauched by the Director Vance.
She had now take the place of a teammate of the two agents. Timothy McGee, informatic expert, and an ex boyfriend of the Gothic laboratory girl.
The newbie swallowed the last sip of her coffee, grimacing as she felt the bite of the hot liquid in her throat. She walked.
Both fought over and stared. She read in their eyes curiosity, a slight distrust too …
- Excuse me, Miss, but you do not wear your guest badge. I ask you to come with me to the exit, said the young woman.
- I'm not a guest, Agent David.
- Then. Who are you ?
- I'm Special Agent Samantha Hudson, your new colleague.
- Gibbs is aware ?
-This is a decision of Director Vance.
- Oh …
Both the agents looked each other. If Gibbs didn't know ... They wouldn't like to be instead of the probie and the director…
you know where is Agent Gibbs ?
- No, we don't.
- I'll see Abby. She may know.
- You know Abby ?
- For so long we don't remembered our meeting.
- But you're so ... differents ... added DiNozzo looking her from head to feets.
She slightly laughed. She had chosen for her first work day a black pants-suit with a matching blouse in a pretty blue that brought out her eyes. She knew Abby was wearing, without doubt, her Gothic NCIS technician "uniform".
- The suit does not make the monk, Agent DiNozzo ...
- Call me Tony.
- As you call me Sam.
She smiled softly.
- So, okay, Sam.
DiNozzo gave a nudge to his teammate who kept a suspiciously look. The Israelian woman jumped on her feets, glared and sighed, reaching out to Samantha.
- Ziva David.
- I know, said the newbie shaking her hand
- Welcome and good luck especially with Gibbs.
- He's as difficult ?
Both agents didn't answer and fixed something behind her. She turned quickly. The cup of coffee that his new boss was holding in his hand fell on her blouse. She looked up at him with a sorry look. His eyes stared iron.
- Who are you? he said in an icy tone in perfect harmony with his gray-blue iris.
- I ...
She mumbled unintelligible explanations. Behind her, Ziva and Tony were holding their laughs. The man, frowned, mute demand an immediate and understandable answer.
- Special Agent Samantha Hudson, sir. I was assigned to your team by Director Vance replacing Agent McGee.
- What ?
She read in her boss eyes that her first days won't be as easy as she was expected.
The next chapter will be pretty longer. Please tell me what you're thinking about this !
The story is also available in French : Règle n12