Chapter 2

"I don't need em' Leon." Spoke the gruff words of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. "Gibbs, all the agencys are getting at least one new field agent. Either take it or...actually, you have no other choice." Leon Vance said, trying to get lne of his stubborn agents to co-operate. "But who said we needed a sketch artist?" Gibbs gruffed. "That is only if you need a sketch, Gibbs. Now go, and be fairly nice." He slightly chuckled. Gibbs gave one of his Gibbs smiles. It was sort of a mix of a smile and a smirk. Gibbs slowly opened the door to look over his team. This girl...'Sam'...seemed to be very nice and chatty. "Will she be able to shoot?" He whispered to himself. Sam then looked up to see him. She smiled and waved. 'How did she hear me?' He wondered again. "Boss! We were just talking to the new Probette." Tony said, emphises on Probette. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She hopped up and down. "Probette..." She said looking herself down, like she was checking her clothing. Ziva raised an eyebrow and Tony gave Tim a look. "It looks good on me. Like everything else!" She smiled. "So Timmy! Do you wanna show me around?" Sam asked, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Um...sure." He gave one of his smiles that Sam found so charming. Sam nodded and quickly walked behind him, and then moved up beside him. "Are you detecting what I am, Tony?" Ziva smiled. "Why yes, Zee-vah, I do. It seems our little McGee has a little crushy-wushy!" He said making little baby noises. "Uh, no. I see our little Probette having a...crushy-wushy?" Tony sighed. "Not now..."