Allright, this is more the length that I like my chapters to be, or a little longer. This story is probably gonna jump general perspectives a lot, just so you know. Please forgive me for any plot discrepencies, and please review!

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"No."

That was Gibbs' only response to Vance after being told that he was to take on another team member.

But of course it couldn't just be any probie.

No, it had to be a teenager. And not just any teenager, but one whose idea of a government background was her rap sheet. Which was apparently pretty extensive, and was probably even longer in reality, but most of the crimes they couldn't pin her for.

"Gibbs." Vance said "I wasn't asking you to take on a new agent. I was telling you that you ARE taking on a new agent."

"Yeah." Gibbs replied. "One who's not even an agent. Hell, she's not even legally an adult! Plus she's a criminal. We would have no way to tell if we could trust her or not."

"Just meet her. I think she may be more like you than you'd expect." Vance said tiredly.

"And how exactly is a thief like me?" Gibbs retorted.

"She checks all exits and weapons as soon as she walks in to a room-"

"To see where to run off to when she's caught doing something illegal." Gibbs cut in.

"She appears to be extremely intelligent for her age, knows how to fight,"

"To assist in breaking and entering." Gibbs grumbled.

"She appears to have a firm sense of right and wrong, if you can forget the thief thing, as she showed when she almost gave Agent Sanders a coronary when he accused her of being a murderer,"

"Because all thieves are just so moral."

"And she's lonely and without a family." Vance finished triumphantly.

Gibbs stopped walking momentarily, to process what he was being told. So, because his family had been killed, and he'd come to consider his team, especially Tony, as a makeshift family, that meant that he'd just take in any sob story the director could find?

"Didn't you say she was part of a group?" he asked flatly.

"Well, yes, yes she was." the director replied. "And they're all apparently close, or at least loyal, as she stated quite clearly many times that she'd spend her life in prison before giving them up."

"There you have it." Gibbs said. "Kid's got herself a family."

"Yes, if you can call them that, but she's just that, Jethro. A child. We don't know if she has had any form of supervision in her life, past that of someone she just calls Boss."

"Crime lord whose name she doesn't know?" Gibbs guessed.

"No, I believe she's protecting him as well. She speaks of him as if he's a good person, a great leader." Vance answered.

"Yeah, well that's how most psycho cultists think of their leaders." Gibbs retorted.

"She's actually quite sane, at least by government standards. We brought in some specialists to analyze her, and they all agree that she's perfectly fine, mentally." Vance concluded.

"Oh? Then why does she insist on being a criminal?"

"She doesn't insist on it, actually, from what we can tell, the group she was with has had it kind of rough, and they stole to survive, they just picked larger targets than most."

"I can see that." Gibbs muttered.

"Just talk to her. Or at least see her. You have to stop being so judgmental. You know, 'Don't judge a book by its cover.'?" Vance said.

"Except for when the book's cover tells you all you will ever need or care to know about it." Gibbs responded.

"Well, here she is." Vance said, pointing over his shoulder to a door with a window in it, where a young girl could clearly be seen inside, tapping her fingers on the table to the beat of some song Gibbs had never heard.

"You're dismissed Agent Sanders." Vance said to the nervous looking agent posted inside the room as they entered it.

"Thank God. Do you know she's been tapping for almost an hour? It's been driving me insane. Who knows every note of that many songs?" Sanders said incredulously as he exited.

"People that actually listen to music." the girl muttered almost incoherently to herself.

Gibbs just stared at the girl. He knew she was young, 16, but that still hadn't prepared him for the teenager in front of him.

She had long black hair, down to about the middle of her back, and olive/forest green eyes.

She also had scars- A LOT of scars. THAT he hadn't been told about.

Most were small, almost impossible to see, but they were there. Most only a centimeter or less in length, they were on her hands, her forearms, and a few on her face, one above her eye, one near her right ear, and some spanning her jaw line.

'How does a kid get scars like THAT?' Gibbs asked himself.

"You done staring or should I set up a fee?" the girl said.

"Let me introduce everyone." Vance said. "Gibbs, this is Alec, or Alecxis Broekhart. Alec, this is Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Your new boss. You'll be working with his team from now on."

"Oh, lovely." Alec muttered, and Gibbs decided that maybe they were alike in one way- both of them didn't want this arrangement.

Gibbs had already made a plan of action- he would annoy the crap out of this girl and make her life a living hell until she finally decided to quit or get a transfer. And in the mean time, he would live up to the second 'b' in his name-the one that stood for bastard.

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