"Foreign"- An "NCIS" Fan- Fic
By: Betherick1985
Summary: While Ziva David is on leave for an injury, the team finds a dead Marine at Quantico, who has a Polish- speaking mother. Director Vance assigns a young interpreter/ translator to work with DiNozzo and McGee. Case-fic, part of a 5 (or 6) story series, the "Sweet Charity" series. Includes OC. Set within Season 7.
Disclaimer: I do not the characters of NCIS, I am just borrowing them for a bit.
Rating: K+ (Mild language, action)
Chapter 1
"So, how has work been without me so far?" Probationary Agent Ziva David asked her colleagues. She was sitting at home, with her webcam- enabled laptop, her injured right leg propped up on a pillow.
"Well, pretty quiet, actually," Special Agent Timothy McGee replied. "How's the leg?"
"Better, I suppose. I have a terrible case of, what you call, 'cabin heat'? she answered, unsure of the idiom she was using.
"Cabin Fever', Zee-vah," Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo replied. "Yeah, I bet this is the most time you've spent sitting in a while."
Ziva sighed. "Yes, it is… and I hate it."
"Aww, the four to six weeks will be over before you know it," Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs called out from his desk.
"Hi, Gibbs," she replied.
"You're going to have to say goodbye to the guys, Ziva," Gibbs told her. "I just received a call about a dead Marine at Quantico."
"Very well. Have a good day, Gibbs, Tony, Tim," she said wistfully.
"Bye, Ziva!" the male agents exclaimed, as Tim shut down his computer, and Tony grabbed his gear.
"Special Agent Gibbs?" the gravelly voice of NCIS director Leon Vance called from the top of the squadroom stairs.
"Yes?" Gibbs asked.
"May I see you for a moment, before you leave?"
Gibbs sighed, and jogged up the stairs. "Make it quick, Leon." He called out to his team, "I'll be there in a minute. Start up the car!"
Director Vance led Agent Gibbs into his office. "Have a seat."
"I don't have time to sit," Gibbs replied. "I have a body at Quantico."
"I promise, this will be brief," Director Vance assured the agent. He let out a sigh, and began to speak.
"I noticed that, with Agent David on temporary leave for her injury, there is an empty space in your team," he said. "You will be in need of someone who speaks a number of languages, and is a good investigator." He pressed the call button on his phone. "Send her in."
"Director, are you offering me a replacement for Ziva?" Gibbs asked angrily. "I could never replace her."
"Only temporarily," Director Vance assured him, and beckoned the young woman to come in. "This is Agent Charity Bernard, from Translation and Interpretation. She is a brilliant linguist, but she has expressed a desire to learn more about working in the field. I thought working with your team would be an excellent teaching opportunity."
"Good morning, Special Agent Gibbs," she said, holding out her hand for him to shake.
Gibbs stared at her for a minute. He recognized her from the squadroom. Usually, she was bent over her computer, her phone, or working up in MTAC. She looked young, about twenty- five or twenty- six. A couple inches shorter than he, with short, straight, reddish- brown hair, glasses, and blue eyes. A solid frame, dressed in a dark purple sweater, gray pants, and black Sketchers flats. He sighed, and stuck out his hand. "Call me Gibbs, please, Agent Bernard."
She smiled. "You can call me Charity, if you want."
"Special Agent Gibbs and his team are on their way to a crime scene," Director Vance explained. "Grab your gear, and go with them- just to observe. See how it goes."
"Thank you, Director," Charity said. "I really appreciate this. And thank you, Gibbs." She turned and quickly left the room.
"I have to admit, I thought that was going to be more difficult," Vance said, eyeing Gibbs.
"Well, Leon, you don't have me pegged as well as you thought," Gibbs said. "We really need to get going."
"I expect a full report of her day with you," Vance told him, as he left the room.
Gibbs jogged down the steps, and headed to the elevator, with Agent Bernard in tow.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Agents DiNozzo and McGee looked up when the elevator opened. Their boss had not come down alone. A young redhead had followed him to their car.
"DiNozzo, McGee," Gibbs said, "This is Agent Charity Bernard, from Linguistics. She'll be joining us in the field today."
Tim smiled, and stuck out his hand. "I'm Special Agent Timothy McGee. You can call me Tim." Charity smiled, and shook his hand.
"And I'm Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. Tony, for short." Charity turned to Tony, and shook his hand.
"I know, I see you all in the squad room," she said.
"Everybody in the car," Gibbs ordered.
"Shotgun!" Tony exclaimed.
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