So I'm pretty much rewriting this story completely. For nanowrimo this year I altered this story and took out the NCIS characters and it turned out really well... well the stuff I wrote turned out well that is... so anyway I decided to rewrite this story following my new plot now... anyway please continue reading and tell me what you think! : )

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS

Chapter 1

Two Months Later

I yawned as I entered the elevator as seven a.m. was entirely to early for any normal teenager to up at in the middle of summer. As I rode up to the third floor I scanned through the files in my hand. Two months ago I started at NCIS working under Agent Gibbs with agents DiNozzo, McGee, and David.

The elevator arrived with a ding and I walked into the office area to see only Ziva present. She glanced up as I entered and smiled warmly. We greeted each other as I sat down at my desk. Eventually Tony drifted into the office looking very hung over and tired with dark circles under his eyes and a five o'clock shadow. Ziva and I exchanged a knowing look before smirking at him impishly. He just groaned in return dropping his head onto his desk unceremoniously. McGee walked over smiling at everyone while Tony glared at him.

"DiNozzo!" our boss Gibbs yelled striding into office about ten minutes later. Tony's head shot up comically before dropping back down again with a grunt.

"Gas the truck, DiNozzo. We have a body," Gibbs said grabbing his weapon and ID. Ziva grabbed her stuff as she shrugged on her jacket. I started to walk towards the elevator, but Gibbs stopped me. "Not you. The director wants a word," he grunted and it seemed a little forced.

I raised my eyebrow quizzically but receded back to my desk slowly. Now Tony paid attention as he watched the interaction with interest before glancing at me with a malicious smirk on his face. "In trouble already? Tut, tut, tut." I glared at him before chucking a wad of paper at his head which hit dead on. The team hurried out of the office gearing up for the case and I was a little disappointed. Over the past two months I've gradually made my place on the team but I'm still a little out of the loop. I mean I'm still a little kid and I don't get everything right away.

I sighed slightly and rose slowly from my desk. I walked rather slowly to the elevator and rode up to the director's floor. Gathering my courage, because seriously who wants to talk to boss on the second month, I walked into the reception area. The director's receptionist looked up from her computer and gestured for me to go in. I took another deep breathe before opening the door.

Inside the director, Leon Vance, sat behind his desk and on the other side sat a middle aged man dressed in a what seemed to be an expensive suit. The director gestured to the seat next to the unknown man and pressed his fingers together to form a tent. Sighing slightly the director starts to speak, "Sam, as you know I planned to take a few weeks off to rest." I nod for him to continue. "Well I decided to instead take about a year because of a minor health issue that I was alerted to recently and this is my replacement, Agent Myers," he finished gesturing to the man next to me.

At this, I turn to Agent Myers and shake his hand smiling slightly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir. But what does this have to do with me?"

"Ahh well see here is the problem. Earlier this year Agent Myers was stationed in Afghanistan and was involved with Al-Qaeda intelligence. He was the one to warn us of terrorist plot on the ship last month," I grimaced slightly but nodded for him to continue, "Well he made quite a few enemies and we believe that with him in the spotlight and in such a high position of power that Al-Qaeda may try to kidnap his son for leverage."

"And…?" I reply still quite confused.

He smiles slightly before replying slowly, "Well Agent Myers's son really wants to be a normal kid and go to public school so we decided that it would be safe if a special agent was there to watch him and step in if trouble appears."

My face goes blank as I realize what the director's implying. "And by special agent, you mean me, right?" I ask a little breathless, both excited that I'm being given my first undercover assignment and anxious what this could mean for my new life.

"Yes, we do mean you. You're the only person we know who could impersonate an average high school sophomore and still be skilled enough to take out even the most deadly assassin."

I gulp slightly and nod my head tiredly my mind already running with everything this could mean. "School starts in two weeks," he says, "Here's a file with all the information you're going to need. If you have any questions you can ask Director Myers tomorrow as today will be my last day." I nod silently and take that as my cue to leave. Walking through the door out of the office I take one last look back and see both men watching my retreat, I sigh slightly and slip out.

I sit at my desk and stare at the closed envelope silently almost afraid to open it. Suddenly the elevator opens and Tim, Tony, and Ziva walk in laughing at some unknown joke. "Hey little missy," Tony says practically collapsing into his desk chair, "What did the director want?"

"I'm being given a new assignment," I reply begrudgingly.

"So you are in trouble!" Tony replies triumphantly. Ziva cuts him a glare and he sobers quickly. "You're not in trouble are you? Cause I could take the blame for whatever it is."

"No I'm not in trouble, the director just has a special assignment for me" Both are now quiet and its rather awkward so I start a new conversation, "So did you guys know that the director is getting a temporary replacement after today for about a year?"

Both look up sharply with slightly confused looks. "I thought he was only going to be gone a couple months, three months max," Ziva said voicing her thoughts glancing at Tony who was nodding in agreement.

"Well the plans change," I mutter. I grab the folder and my bag ready to leave for the day and read the file alone. I walk quickly to elevator listening to my partners musing my behavior. I slip my phone out of my pocket and dial Alex's number.

On the third ring Alex picks up and says, "Alexander King speaking."

I reply, "Hey Alex I need a favor."

I can hear him laugh on the other end before he replies, "Of course you do."

"Will you come and give me ride home?" I beg.

"Of course I will. Be there in ten," he replies before hanging up. He must have heard the tension in my voice. I stand outside the office building watching people pass me most of them hurrying with their phones pressed to their ears. People today just don't slow down, its always work, work, work. And I know I must sound hypocritical since I do hold a job at sixteen but I do have fun and have somewhat of a social life. Just before ten minutes pass, Alex stops his car right in front of the sidewalk and leans across the seat to open the door. I ease my way into the car still holding the file tightly. Alex glances at me silently but doesn't say anything.

After driving in silence for about five minutes, Alex takes a deep breathe, "Well girly, you really need your license."

I chuckle dryly before replying, "Only two weeks left now but then I'll need a car." He grins over at me and we continue the rest of the drive in silence. When we get to the apartment, he stops and I get out of the car slowly.

"Sam?" he calls before I close the door, "You will be interrogated when I get home." I roll my eyes and smirk before slamming the door and jogging up the step.

I drape myself across the couch and open the file slowly. I realize its not nearly as intimidating as I expected. Pulling out several sheets of paper I find a birth certificate that says I was born Samantha Spiare to Jon and Kelly Spiare in the state of Virginia. 'At least I have the same last name,' I thought. Apparently my parents are still alive and in the file there are pictures of the two of them together. 'They look happy,' I thought smiling.

Then I pulled out a driver's license. Apparently I turned sixteen in April. All the physical characteristics pretty much matched me: long dark brown hair, rather tanned skin, hazel eyes, and really short at only 5' 3''. Reading over a few more papers I find out that I'll be living with two other agents who are married in real life and will be posing as Jon and Kelly. Also I'll be a sophomore in Franklin High and in all of the same classes as the director's son whose name is apparently Sean. I sigh deeply and close my eyes.

Groggily I blink open my eyes and glance at watch. I groan realizing its almost 5:30 PM, and Nikki and Alex should be home soon. I shove the rest of the papers back into the manila folder and put it away. In the kitchen, I put water on to boil for pasta. About twenty minutes later after the pasta is finished, I hear the door shut and Nikki and Alex walk in arguing as always.

As soon as Alex sees me he shushes Nikki and gestures for us all to sit at the table. I give them a look and bring the bowl of pasta over with a handful of plates and napkins. Nikki grabs three forks and we all sit down. Alex serves everyone before glancing at me with one of his looks.

I sigh dramatically before starting, "I just got my first undercover assignment today…" I stop and both look at me expectedly. I grin before continuing, "as a high school sophomore."

"What?" they both exclaim almost simultaneously.

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~Clarinetto14