A/N - Thanks again to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. Again I cannot answer any reviews when I click on the link it says it is old and no longer available. I am not ignoring you ALL!

Sunday after helping Tony in the yard all morning CJ sat under their large tree in the yard eating sandwiches Ziva had brought out for them. The three of them sat quietly consuming lunch each thinking their own thoughts none of them needing to fill the silence. Having more work to be done they finished eating and as Ziva cleared away the remains CJ and Tony went back to weeding and trimming. CJ thought this would be the best time to ask a couple of questions. Her dad was relaxed and happy.

"Hey Dad…"

"Hmm"

"I was thinking about what you said… " she paused waiting for a response but when all he did was stop working and look at her she continued "on Friday… you know about… about the internship"

"Uh uh" he finally answered deliberately not looking in her direction but continuing to work in the garden.

"Well… I guess… I could give it a go…" CJ's words tumbling out in spits and spurts. She, like her father wasn't very good at being humble or contrite.

"Hmm"

"I… kinda… well.. I talked to everyone… and they all have jobs and so… well… you see… it would be good to be busy and not sitting around here… alone all day" she finally looked at him while she spoke this time.

"The application's on the kitchen counter" he answered trying to keep the smirk out of his voice as he was having a very hard time keeping it off of his face.

"Are there a lot of people applying?" all of a sudden CJ started to worry that she wouldn't actually get the job if she had to apply directly. She would be one of the youngest allowed to apply in the first place and then her reputation was more likely a deterrent to her getting hired rather than a bonus.

"I don't know how many applied" sounding more casual than he felt. He and Ziva had never encouraged CJ to get a job until now as they felt she should concentrate on her school work. Looking ahead they had come to the conclusion that a summer alone at home would not be the right thing for CJ. Not only because she was likely to find herself in trouble but also because it had been such a bad year at school they were worried about her mental state as well.

"Do you think I am likely to get the job?" CJ inquired.

"CJ, it isn't something you need to worry about, apply and see what happens. All the applicants have to be vetted by the agency and on that front you have a bit of an advantage as your entire family has high level federal clearance. But if you don't get one of the positions then you look for something else to keep you busy." Tony thought he'd lay out the possibility of other options even though having CJ at headquarters would be a lot easier.

Tony didn't see CJ take the application but he noticed it missing from the counter later that night when he went to brew a pot of coffee. He told his wife about his conversation with their daughter and how the application was no longer in the kitchen. They went to bed happy thinking that a busy CJ was unable to cause much havoc.

CJ had spent Sunday night filling out the application form and writing the short essay on 'why do you want to work at NCIS for the summer' that was required to go with the application. The form itself was simply personal information and past experiences. The essay was where you got to show your stuff. CJ went back through all of her old computer files looking for past works. Over the years she'd written speeches, essays and stories about her family, NCIS and what they meant to her. Taking bits and pieces from each of these she was easily able to pull together a somewhat impressive little package to hand in at human resources.

Monday morning found CJ up, dressed neatly although still in jeans and waiting.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked eyebrows raised, looking his daughter up and down.

"To work with you" she said as if he should bloody well know what she was doing.

"To work with me?" he asked hesitantly and his expression changed to one of utter confusion.

"Ya, I need to hand this in" she said waving the application and other papers she had collected together that she needed.

"I can take it for you" Tony offered, now unsure of how his daughter could go from 'no way in HELL I'm working there' to 'I have to hand this in' in less than a weekend.

"AH, NO! I need to hand it in myself. If there are a lot of applicants I need to prove that I am serious and that I already have access to the building" flashing her inherited DiNozzo smile to her father.

She's good, he thought to himself.

What have we created? was his next and last thought before she followed him out of the house and into the car.

CJ left her parents in the bullpen before heading off to human resources. She knew where it was even if she'd never entered the office before. There she stood before the closed door labeled "HUMAN RESOURCES" taking a deep breath. She felt nervous, nervous like before you go on stage to recite a speech. It took her a few seconds to figure out why. Although this process started because of a specific goal, getting fake id's for everyone, it had turned into so much more. Reading her old speeches, essays and stories had reminded her of how much this place actually did mean to her. Well maybe not the place but the people… and they were the people they were because of being HERE.

Taking another few seconds to compose herself she took a deep breath, pushed open the door and just like her father smiled at the young HR assistant as she entered the room.