Hey all you people. Lovely day, is it not? As it seems to be protocol: a) new on here; give it a shot, b) please give suggestions and critiques, c) No, I do not own NCIS, d) waffles are good, are they not? :D

I awoke to an alarming shot. It sounded as if it was off campus, and my room-mate heard it as well. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I did. Ugh. It's way too early for whatever that was," she mumbled before rolling over and putting a pillow over her head.

"Okay, morning," I rolled my eyes. Unfortunately for me, there was no getting back to sleep. My first class was at eleven, and it was six right now. I threw myself back onto the bed, only to begrudgingly force myself back up. I turned on the lamp on my desk before grabbing a blanket to wrap around myself. May as well do that homework I didn't do last night.

It was the second quarter of the year, and soon, we were going to be assigned lab partners. However, it was not the lab partners some people may assume—no, we weren't going to be dissecting frogs. We were going to be paired up with some great scientist to learn the tricks of the trade—and to find out if we got what it takes to stay on top of our major. The opportunity of working with a real scientist excited me. Not just anyone could do it. In fact, you had to pay extra money to support the university's program.

I grabbed my calculator from my bag and started to calculate statistics of the supposed blood spatter diagram on my paper. I couldn't wait until I had photos of a real crime scene. Well, sure I could wait for the sake of whose blood it was, but the experience? I couldn't wait for it.

Faintly, my room-mate snored. Rolling my eyes and putting in some ear plugs (knowing it would become much worse), I continued with my work.

The dawn slowly started to break as I slowly started to complete my book. Looking out the window, I saw a mass of people rush to…somewhere. Deciding to investigate with them, I put on a sweatshirt and some slippers while grabbing my keys on my way out the door. Eventually greeted with the cold, fresh air, I saw a crowd gather around off campus. I heard disgruntled moans and agonized cries. As I drew closer, I noticed that the trucks by the sidewalk were an ambulance, a medical van, and an NCIS truck. What did they have to do with…? I could only guess it wasn't good.

My pace began to quicken, as I shoved my way through the crowd. It was a girl I recognized from my forensic science class. I saw men backing us up, as two men—one older, one younger, began to put her into a body bag. My stomach turned a little sour. I wanted my first crime scene, and I had gotten it.

"Federal agent! NCIS, back up, everyone," a young agent barked. "Did any of you see or hear anything?"

A few people, as well as I, raised our hands. "You're going to have to come with us." There were only five other people besides me.

I groaned. Not only being horribly under dressed, if you could call being in your pajamas being dressed at all, it was freezing.

"Tell me what you know. Where were you when she was shot?" An older man asked.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked.

"Gibbs. Jethro Gibbs."

"Nice name. I don't know; I'm not much help. I heard the shot, and I woke up. I was in my dorm. The girl though, she's in my forensic science class. In my opinion, she's probably one of the best students."

"Is there any reason anyone would want her dead?" He asked.

"I can't think of any reason. I wasn't very fond of her, but she's still a nice person. The whole um…community service, sugar spice and everything nice kind of girl."

"So you didn't know her very well." It was more a statement than a question.

"Correct. First name basis, only. She and I were lab partners in the first quarter in a chemistry class. We never went to each other's dorms, or anything."

"Did she have any enemies?"

"Not that I could think of. I knew some people don't really like her because she's always so calm and collected. Boys like her. A lot. But she hasn't ever been in a serious relationship. Nowhere past first base. But I don't think anybody could hate her, really."

"Do you know what her schedule was like? After school activities, community service, clubs?"

"She wasn't a party girl if that's what you're going after. She did some community service, and that's all I know."

"Alright. Thank you for your time."

"No problem, Gibbs."

He opened the door for me. "Tim, make sure she gets to class on time."

"Yes, boss. Follow me," he motioned toward me.

I followed him like an abandoned puppy, silently. When we reached the garage, he opened the door for me and I thanked him. Maybe chivalry wasn't dead. He seemed to be a nice fellow. I started the conversation: "So…NCIS, huh?"

"Yeah. It's a nice workplace inside the office."

"And outside?"

"Not so nice, as you witnessed," he smiled.

"Oh, hang on." My phone buzzed. I smiled, "Apparently class has been cancelled."

"Very nice. So, how do you like college?"

"It's okay. Difficult, I guess. I took a couple years off to travel around. I mostly stayed in France and Germany. England for a while. Ireland for some."

"Wow. You've been to a lot of places."

"Yeah, but I'm pretty behind in terms of a lot of people. I'm twenty six, and a freshman in college."

"Well, you've been to places not a lot of people have been. That's pretty admirable."

"I'm glad someone thinks so," I chuckled. "So what exactly do you do in NCIS?"

"You could say I'm the computer hacker."

I laughed. "That's a paying job?"

He smiled. "You better believe it." Things became only slightly awkward for the rest of the ride. "Well," he said, pulling to the sidewalk, "here you go."

"Thanks, um..?"

"Tim," he offered.

"Thanks, Tim," I said.

"Have a good rest of the day…?"

"Julia. And, you too. Go and solve this crime!"

With one last wave, he drove off.

Go and solve this crime? What was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn't.

How was that? As protocol: a) not a great start, b) hopefully will get better, c) please review, d) ...There is no d.

Thanks for reading, and have a lovely day :D

-Amehhh