Chapter 5: The First Day
A/N: Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit...there is cheering and screaming in my head! If you have not watched the most recent episode of NCIS...I pity you so much.
8: The elevator is for Gibbs' use at whatever and whenever he wants, the stairs are suggested.
The elevator was broken. It had to be. That was the only possible explanation for its sudden stop between floors.
The probie agent checked his watch, yep, definitely broken. It hadn't moved in over five minutes.
"If you're waiting for the elevator, you're better off taking the stairs." An older agent elbowed the probie.
"Yeah, I know, it's broken."
The agent snorted, "Yeah, sure it is."
The probie watched the agent with an odd expression on his face and headed towards the stairwell when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
Out stepped Special Agent Gibbs –hard not to recognize the silver haired, ex-marine- and a well-dressed, dirty blonde haired younger agent, who was rubbing the back of his head, a grimace on his handsome features.
The probie couldn't help but stare as the two agents headed to their desks. Looking to the older agent he saw the other man was smirking.
"The elevator is for Gibbs' use, the stairs are suggested heavily by the rest of the staff." He patted the younger agent's shoulder, "Good luck."
Swallowing hard he gave another quick glance over to the MCRT area and saw the other agent –DiNozzo, he remembered- swat the back of the head of the another agent –Tom, Tim?- and could only stare.
Welcome to NCIS…
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A/N: Okay, now that I've calmed down slightly I have one request: no stupid reviews. I want your opinions, thoughts, comments and reflections. No stories about third cousins unless it's actually relative. Thank you, and sorry if this is bitchy, but I deal with seriously annoying people ever freaking day, so it would be awesome if you didn't tick me off because I have enough trouble keeping my temper with teachers who think they know everything about you, because of one or two conversations.
And now I'm ranting, sorry again for sounding bitchy, but I'm sure all of you who have to, or have had to, deal with people like that understand.
P.P.S. Didn't realize it, but I missed a chapter 3 when labeling the chapters (ahahahahahahahahahaha!)