The car was silent as Alex looked out the window, staring at the slow traffic as they neared the navy building. Gibbs hadn't said anything to him since they had gotten in the car.
Slowly, they pulled up at the gate, Gibbs flashing his badge, before being allowed in. Alex watched everything carefully, painfully aware that he now wasn't on his own territory. No matter how much he wished otherwise.
With a sigh, Alex got out of the car when they parked, letting the man lead the way through the doorway and into the lobby, looking around as Gibb's gave him a visitors pass. They headed over to the elevator, just as it arrived, slipping in easily with the crowd that worked there.
The two were silent, ignoring the looks the pair got in an official government building. When they arrived at the floor, Gibbs once again led the way round to a bullpen where he went over to a desk. Alex glanced around, taking in anything and everything there was to notice in no time at all.
Turning, he waited as the elevator arrived again, this time carrying three people, all of them who had been at the crime scene, carrying various files and boxes. The Israeli woman was among them.
Quietly, Gibbs stepped up behind him, smiling to him before gesturing for him to go with him.
Alex followed Gibbs and a baby-faced man across the room to another elevator before stepping in, careful not to knock the set of boxes that the man carried. The face looked round the stack, offering him a smile.
"Hi- I'm McGee."
"Alex." He waved his hand loosely. "I'd shake, but you seem a little busy."
He laughed, beaming as the doors opened and they parted ways.
"Nice to meet you Alex."
Gibbs shook his head, taking Alex down the corridor to a colder area, a dull grey replacing the orange colours that had taken up most of the space. There was a hiss as they neared and two doors slid open, allowing them into the small morgue.
An old man with little hair glanced up with a smile from the body lying on the table. "Jethero! I didn't expect to see you-"
"I need you to look over Alex for me." He cut off, turning to almost reveal Alex behind him.
"Alex? Who's- Jethero that's a child! Why have you brought a child down into autopsy?" The man berated, moving forward never-the-less to take in the sight of the dusty boy.
"He fell through the roof Ducky."
"The roof!" The man led them over to his desk before taking a small pen light from his desk and gesturing for the boy to sit. "Then you should have taken him to a hospital!"
"It wasn't that bad." The boy muttered, letting the doctor shine the light in his eyes.
"You fell through a roof! But, I have to agree. You seem fine. All you really need is a shower. If you feel dizzy or faint at any point however, tell Gibbs and we'll get you looked at."
"Thanks Duck." Gibbs said, looking back over at the body. "Any ID on the vic yet?"
"No. I've sent samples up to Abby, but until then your going to have to wait." The man turned back round to the boy and smiled, holding out his hand. "I'm Donald Mallard- but you can call me Ducky."
"Alex." He replied, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."
The man chuckled, nodding to him, as Gibbs began to leave. "One last thing Gibbs. Don't, ever, bring a child into autopsy. For all you knew I could have been pulling out his heart or cracking into his ribs. Do you not think that's a little inappropriate? Never mind mentally scarring!"
"Okay Duck- I'll remember."
The doors slid shut behind them as they made their way back to the elevator. Gibbs looked him over once, before shrugging and smiling at him. "I suppose you do need a shower."
Alex laughed, looking over himself. "I guess so."
Gibbs smiled as the elevator arrived. "I'll find you some spare things to get changed into."
"Thanks."
Alex sighed as the water ran down his back, surprisingly harsh against the sensitive skin that was his back. He felt the bruises and cuts complain as the shower hit, washing away the dried blood and dust that accumulated in the last couple of days.
With a roll of his shoulder, Alex stopped the shower, allowing the silence to fall over the small changing room he had been taken to.
Quickly, he dried himself and slipped into the clothes Gibbs had given him. They were baggy, hanging on him and doing nothing for his extremely thin figure that came with not having eaten properly in a while.
Alex slid the pen drive into the pockets of the black combats before stepping out of the shower cubicle. On the benches, sat a tall, dark haired man who was flicking through a phone with a childish grin on his face, unaware of Alex. The teenager sighed mentally, before walking over to him and watching him over his shoulder.
There, on the screen, was a red Ferrari, slowly spinning as the man gazed at it and muttered facts under his breath. Alex coughed quietly, startling the man.
"What the heck?" He jumped, standing up sharply. "When did you get there?"
"Somewhere around the 4-wheel double wishbone independent suspension."
"Wow. You're good." He looked over him appraisingly. "You know your cars?"
Alex shrugged. "Well enough to tell you looking at the GTB instead of the GTS."
The man stuck out his hand with a huge grin on his face. "Tony DiNozzo."
"Alex."
The two shook, before Tony led the way out of the changing rooms and over to the bullpen, flashing McGee and the woman a smile.
"Let me introduce you to the team. This is Probie." He said leaning against McGee's desk. "Or McGeek. Or Elflord- take your pick."
He moved to lean against the woman's desk, before changing his mind and gesturing instead. "And that, there is Ziva David."
"Nice to meet you." Ziva nodded, giving him a small smile.
DiNozzo flashed the boy a grin, before moving to sit at his own desk. "And you've already met our terrible, our scary, our fearsome leader-"
"I hope your not talking about me DiNozzo." Gibbs said, striding around the corner and moving to his desk.
"Of course not Boss."
"Well then, what have you got?"
The three of them stood and slid over to the screen in the middle of the room, McGee picking up a clicker.
"Haven't got much Boss. Still waiting on Abby for ID."
"The scene was clean." Ziva picked up, letting McGee flick through the crime scene photo's, before coming to a stop on the photo of the dead man. "Almost look's professional."
"It is." Alex said, moving closer to the screen, eye's narrowed. Everyone turned to look at him. "The fact you found no shell casings and that the man was running, and tells me it was a long distance shot. Maybe 50 metres, give or take, since it looks to be a handgun."
"How do you know this?" Ziva asked, glaring slightly. The boy flashed her a smile.
"You were Mossad, you should notice the same things I do."
"What the-" DiNozzo tried, only to be cut off.
"And that's not all. I know this guy. His name's Walker. Ex-CIA, ex-Scorpia."
(A/N) Dun dun dun... Ha ha!