Disc: I do not own the show or the original characters of NCIS. I do own Rory Collins and Sam Flack.

Couples: Gibbs & Rory

OOC: Sam Flack doesn't come until later along with working a case with the CSI: NY so it well be a small cross over with that show. There shouldn't be a lot of chapters with them at all. Mostly since I don't do go deep into the cases in my stories.

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A week later I stood before Director Sheppard.

"Agent Collins, you will be working with Agent Gibbs' team for six months to a year. Then I will start putting you on cases alone. I have read your records from New York City, you are dedicated and you work better alone. We are in need of good undercover agents to do special ops." I nodded back to her.

"Yes, Director. No worries, I prefer doing undercover work over working with a partner. But I don't mind working with Gibbs team for six months to a year. They're the few people I know I can trust to have my back, Director." She nodded.

"Well, go take your desk and get to work, Agent Collins." I nodded, and took the badge and gun that she held out to me.

I walked out and slid the badge into place along with the gun. I headed down as Gibbs tossed me a back pack and said that we had a case. I smirked some, so work right off the bat then, this was awesome! Well, the work was awesome, but my personal emotions were screwed. After six months I was falling for Gibbs, you know I get this great job offer and I fall for another agent. Oh, that's going to look so good to the people that I work for, that I had fallen for him! I mean, he was a good man, he was strong, he had a good heart. The fact that we butt heads occasionally and our tempers flared sometimes, it turned me on more. 'Cause we never butted heads on stupid things. It was good; half the time I was right and half the time he was.

The team trusted me and we had all become friends. Me, Ziva and Abby had girls nights out every week when we were not working. I hung out with Tony, watched movies and talked about old gangster movies. He flirted with me some but I never did it back, well I never really was good at it, but I didn't mind that half of his comments were a bit chauvinistic. But he was good at his work, whenever there was some undercover for a case, at least one of us would be sent in, if it was both of us, we worked well together. It took a while for me and Ziva to get used to each other but we got there, and she was a damn good agent. Tim was fun to mess with but he was also someone you could talk to, if you got him past the nervous side of him.

Abby and I got along because I could go clubbing with her to the punk clubs, I wasn't too much into the goth clubs. I would do the goth and punk clubs with her, but I wasn't too goth. Ducky was a good man, he was like the grandfather of the group. At least, he was to me, he made sure that if something was bugging us he would ask, he could always tell and he made sure he always asked. I was getting used to working homicide, it was a totally different to working narcotics.

The fact was, I liked this team because it was more like a family than a team. They were there for each other and the team worked hard to help each other and solve a case. Truth be told, family was something I had missed out on growing up, and even when I was a detective in New York City. To work along side this team was nice but I was also ready to work on my own. Gibbs had made it clear that even when I worked alone, if I needed the team, they would be there for me and, for once, I believed it when he told me. Other people had said it before but it had just been something nice to say.

The director had sent me on my first undercover job. We were working with the FBI on this and I was the best girl for the job. There was a family that was in the drug ring, and had been for a long time. One of the sons had just retired after eight years of being in the army, he was living here in D.C. and I was to get in through this guy. They had proof that the son was helping sell drugs, here in D.C., his family ran the ring from Los Angeles. This was a bit bigger than what I was used to, but the Director seemed to have faith in me.

So, one night I went to a bar that this guy went to, we hooked up and sat there talking about everything. We connected, I wasn't falling in love, but I could see this kid didn't have any place doing this kind of work. He didn't tell me he was selling drugs, he said he was trying to prove to his father that he was a man. So he was helping with the family business. I had seen the guy's record, he had been a good soldier. He had served his country and he seemed to love doing it. He was the youngest, there were two other boys, and he said that he had disappointed his father by not going into the family business. It sounded more like he had joined the military so he wouldn't have to do what his family did.

I had been doing the undercover for about two months now. What they never tell you, when you go undercover, is the emotional attachment you get to someone sometimes. That you have to do it, so you can get them for doing something illegal. He had finally asked me out on a date, and I had said yes because I also know that when undercover, you do anything to get the job done. It was our second week and we had been on about four dates and we had slept together twice and he was good in bed. But every time we were in bed making love, I wished that it was Gibbs. Why the hell did I feel like I was cheating on him? We had never even been on a date or, well, anything at all.

Three months of dating and I was going to get to meet his father. We went to Las Angeles and we met up. They had sent someone from the FBI to be my brother and he came along. Things started to go wrong straight away and it seems that my partner was as stupid as they come. He blew our cover and there were bullets going everywhere. I had got the man's father and then the guy I was dating, undercover, had shot and killed the FBI agent so I did the only thing I could think of, before he killed me. I shot him between the eyes.

I fell back and called for the FBI that were with us. We were wired but they hadn't got to us in time, but they had heard everything. I just stood there, he had become a good friend. I had let myself get attached, not because of the sex, more because he was doing the wrong thing and he didn't want to do it. He was a good kid, the only reason he was going to kill me was to protect himself. I mean, how often do you get told that your girlfriend is an undercover agent? I almost wished that he had killed me and lived himself. When we got back to D.C., the Director told me they had enough to take down the whole family and I had done good work. Before she could say any more, I made my way down to the bull pen and sat at my old desk. It seems they were working a case. I dove right in, I didn't want to think about any of what had happened in the undercover job I'd just finished.