Hi everyone, this is my first fanfic so I hope that it will be alright. I was reading some NCIS stories and this popped into my head. I know that lots of people have done "How Tony meet Gibbs" fanfics but I hope you like this one as well.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own NCIS. *sniffles*

Looking for Trouble

Prologue

Petty Officer Jason Knight didn't feel very lucky in life. After a divorce, his ex-wife getting custody of his kids and the amount of bills he was piling up, it was a wonder he hadn't sunk into depression long before this. But here he was trying to down his sorrow in a glass of beer.

"Another." He growled out to the bartender, he already had a lot of alcohol that if he was pulled over by the cops for driving tonight he was going to be in serious trouble. Oh well. Jason would give a fine of $1000 just for a night of drunkenness to escape the demons in his head.

Jason savoured his last beer before stumbling into the parking lot behind the bar. As he reached his car he fumbled with the keys, dropping them on the ground. Grumbling, he knelt down a picked them up. As he straightened up his eyes meet the barrel of a gun. A clean shot to the forehead through a silencer and Petty Officer Jason Knight was dead before the look of surprise could register on his face. His killer picked up the officer's wallet and took out his driver's license, placing the license on his victim's chest before also taking his dog tags and placing them on top of license. The killer then disappeared over the back fence making sure his face was hidden from the security cameras. Jason Knight wouldn't be discovered for several hours until another young man left the bar with his mistress on his arm.

Oh yes. Jason Knight was not having a very good day.

Chapter One

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was not a man who liked to be disturbed but when duty called Gibbs answered, even if it means having to leave a half sanded boat and a glass of bourbon. There used to be a time where Gibbs would give anything, do anything for his job, but when he thought of his current team he couldn't help but grimace. Gibbs had to admit that Special Agent Vivian Blackadder was not a bad agent, but she was to by the book and never thought outside the box. Even with those faults Gibbs felt that he could trust her to have his six. Special Agent Dexter Coal though was the complete opposite; Gibbs couldn't trust him because whenever he discovered a lead in a case he would inform the Director before him. Agent Coal deserved more than a few head slaps.

"Gibbs." He answered his phone with his usual gruff tone.

"Boss we've got a body in Baltimore." Agent Coal's voice said.

"Alright you and Blackadder come and pick me up in 30 minutes." Gibbs sighed rubbing a worn hand over his forehead.

"Oh come on Boss. Baltimore's more than 45 minutes. Couldn't we go in the morning?"

Gibbs growled "No! Get your ass here before I come over a shot you!"

"Oh..o-ok…boss." Before Coal could finish he heard the dial tone in his ear. Dexter didn't feel that he needed to suffer Gibbs' abuse. Coal thought he was a better agent then Gibbs even with his limited experience. One day, Coal daydreamed, the director would fire Gibbs and he would be the leader of the MCRT. Coal always thought he was a good looking guy and being leader of a federal agency would make him irresistible to any woman who walked past him. Still dreaming Coal walked out his front door thinking about how he should style the Directors office once Director Morrow retired and pasted the job to him.

*NCIS*

A black car pulled out in front of Gibbs' house and the man himself walked over his porch before opening the driver's side of the car. Agent Coal looked at him in surprise as his boss glared down at him.

"Out. I'm driving."

Quickly getting out of the car Coal opened the back seat door and climbed in narrowing his eyes at Vivian who was looking at him smugly. Gibbs rolled his eyes at his agent's antics; he couldn't help but think that Coal deserved it. This was going to be a long trip.

It was awhile before Blackadder spoke up. "Um… I just spoke to the Captain of Baltimore PD. He assured me that we will have the full co-operation of his men and the lead in the case."

"Has Ducky been called?" Gibbs asked as he narrowly avoided a truck.

"Yeah, He and Gerald are on their way. I remember because he started telling me a story of a past case in Baltimore. Something about a body being skewered with twenty wooden stakes." Vivian answered looking confused at the Doctors words.

Gibbs nearly smiled. He remembered that story, it was a long one. Agent Blackadder had been lucky to get out of that story before Ducky had really gotten into the story.

"Doctor Mallard is a batty old man." Agent Coal said to himself, when he was Director the Doctor would be one of first to be fired along with the gothic scientist Abigail Scuito.

Gibbs gritted his teeth and resisted the thought to reach back and throttle then man in the backseat. Coal had no respect. Gibbs could see Blackadder glaring at coal. He knew Ducky enjoyed Blackadder's company because she listened to most of his stories. Gibbs didn't want to tell him them that Blackadder just didn't want to hurt his feelings. Vivian had earned the pleasure of calling Ducky by his nickname. Special Agent Coal had not. The only reason that Gibbs hadn't fired his ass was because Director Morrow thought that Agent Coal had the makings to become a great agent. Gibbs didn't share the same beliefs.