Welcome to NCIS, Miss Waters

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Naomi stood, looking nervously at the NCIS building. She couldn't believe she was finally here. She had dreamed of visiting this place for the past four or five years. The bright clear summer sunshine shone down illuminating the huge, imposing structure.

She bite her lip, why was she so nervous all of a sudden? She should be celebrating. Ever since her Auntie Kate had started working here she had been determined to visit, and of course get a job here. A figure turned a corner and Naomi looked at the person who was walking on the normally deserted street. Naomi smiled.

"Hi, Auntie!"

"Hi Naomi, how are you?"

"Could be better, you?"

"Ok, I can't believe John was shot! I hope Tony, Gibbs and the rest of the team find out who it was. If I was there I'd kill him."

"Don't worry, I'm sure that they will find the murderer, I mean? When did Gibbs and his team ever fail in your letters?"

Her Auntie Kate laughed. Naomi smiled. Her Auntie looked very upset, guess it was a shock to see your brother dieing. Kate stared at her.

"Why aren't you happy that you're going to visit NCIS? You use to be so excited about it? You always wanted to get a job there when you were older. If I remember correctly you wanted to be a forensic scientist, am I right?"

"I still do" Naomi murmured quietly.

"Well? Why aren't you going in there and asking Abby trillions of questions? It's not like you to hang back and be silent. You normally don't stop talking."

"I-I just wish that the circumstances were different. I mean, sure my dream is coming true but my Uncle died for it. Is that what I want?" The last question she really asked herself, but Kate answered. Naomi noticed that Kate's eyes were watering slightly as she said.

"There was nothing you could have done to save John, so stop thinking its your fault. It isn't. Even your mind can't control the future. Just because he died doesn't mean you have to lock yourself away and never come out. You should use this opportunity, as it is properly never going to happen again. "

Naomi looked into her Auntie's large concerned brown eyes. Naomi gave a small smile. She finally understood what her Aunt was saying. You shouldn't let the past affected the future. She would use this opportunity to help NCIS find the killer of the Uncle. That was all she could do.

"You're right, I will visit them. Thanks Auntie." She grinned and gave a laugh. She was feeling happier now. She had always wanted to meet the team. Kate sat down beside her, a sad smile on her face.

"Do you remember when you first came over?"

"Of course. I had been sent off to live with someone I didn't know; I was terrified! But when I heard about you protecting the President, I thought wow. "

"I remember, you asked me so many questions! I think you were surprised how boring the job was."

"Yeah, I always thought it would be so exciting. That there would be terrorist attacks every other week that would have to be prevented."

"Yeah, it wasn't exactly interesting work I have to say. When I moved to NCIS it was much better. You always replied to my letters." She gave a small smile. "You had better hurry up. Gibbs doesn't like to be kept waiting. Oh by the way, tell me how Tony is, please."

Kate had a concerned expression and Naomi grinned and nodded. She stood up and brushed her self down. She walked towards the door but then turn back to Kate. Kate was looking at her sadly. But she gave a huge grin and said very formally.

"Welcome to NCIS, Miss Waters."

Naomi laughed. She turned back to the imposing front doors. She swallowed and stepped inside. She turned around again but her Aunt was gone.

"Bye Kate, I miss you, I really do."


The Director looked at the small dark blonde girl sitting outside on a bench. So this was the famous Kate Todd's niece. Even though they had a different hair colour their faces were almost identical. The girl was very thin, anorexicaly so. She was smart, apparently and was a good swimmer and that was it. That was all she knew.

The Girl - Naomi, she vaguely remembered her name was - seemed to be talking to someone but there was no one there. The girl stood, walked a bit, turned, walked a bit more, turned again and laughed at nothing in particular. How strange. Jenny walked down the stairs just as Naomi was having a security check. The guard nodded a gruff 'good day, ma'am' before continuing checking Naomi. Once Naomi had finished being checked she walked to a bench and sat down, absorbing everything. A strange red head woman walked over to her.

"Hello, Miss Waters." Naomi stared at the woman. She was feeling very nervous yet again. When she had got the call earlier this morning to come over to NCIS she had been so excited but now it just seemed like a bad idea. She looked at the badge; she gave a small jump when she saw it said 'Director of NCIS' on it. She got to her feet and shook Director Shepard's hand.

"Hello Director. Pleased to meet you." Naomi didn't really have a clue what to say. What could she say? "Are you new?" She asked without thinking. She cursed silently. Good start, Naomi, yeah, just brilliant. The director looked at her puzzled. She blushed slightly. "Sorry, it's just in my Auntie's letters the director was called Tom Morrow, I think. Am I right?"

"He was here before me, He left a few days after your Aunt's death. I replaced him. Now if you would like to come this way, please." She started walking on but Naomi stayed foot. Naomi suddenly started to feel annoyed at how everyone treated her like a child. Why couldn't they just tell her?

"Madame Director, what happened to my Aunt? How was she killed? I asked everyone after she died but no one could tell me. Why not? Surely I have a right to know, don't I?" She gazed hostilely into the Directors eyes.

"I do not know. I would have to check the legal records to see if it is confidential or not."

"Do you know how it feels not to know how someone very close to you died? Not knowing what they did. Do you know how many nights I have laid awake torment myself about what happened to her? Do you? If you even had a clue as to that then you would tell me." The girl looked so hysterical and upset that Jenny felt sorry for her.

"Naomi, please, it's alright. Your Aunt was shot in the head by a terrorist. She died saving the life of hundreds and hundreds of people. Your Aunt died to save her country." Naomi sat up straight; she wiped away the tears and stared at the Director.

"Was it Ari Haswari who killed her?"

"How did you know that?" The Director asked her puzzled. How did she know his name?

"My Auntie always wrote me letters. She wrote one about every case she worked on. She wrote about the team, about how they worked out what happened. Everything that happened at NCIS she wrote about. I loved her letters. Her job was so exciting, so dangerous but I never even for a second considered it might be her who got killed or injured. That is until Ari kidnapped her in the morgue. Then I realized what her job meant. I was scared. But still I didn't think she was going to die or be badly hurt." She paused and took a deep breath.

"Then she died. I was devastated. There is no other way to describe it." Naomi faltered. She stared at Jenny, her freezing cold blue eyes staring at her. "You have no idea what my life has been like. My life was so uncertain that the idea that I had someone to depend on when the rest of it was failing hopelessly. It made me feel better. I didn't care if the rest of my life was chaos, this wasn't. When she died I stopped having that comfort. " She stopped, taking a deep breath. Jenny felt her heart go out to the poor, young girl.

"Come on, let's go and meet the team. They are desperate to see you." She helped the tiny girl to her feet and they walked to the bullpen.


"Is she here yet?" Abby jumped up and down excitedly. She had been acting like this for past half an hour.

"Abby, please calm down, I have a hangover." Tony moaned as he felt the temple in his head doing the Conga once again. He took another pain killer, god his head hurt.

"Do you even remember her name, Tony?"

Ziva looked at him amazed. She couldn't help asking.

The truth was there had been no girl, no blonde, brunette or any other type of girl. He hadn't even gone out. Nope, Anthony DiNozzo had stayed inside. Trying to forget what had happened exactly two years ago. He had got drunk hoping that he would feel better. But he didn't.

"No, Zee-vah there was no girl. I spend the night on my own." Ziva stared at him. Was he telling the truth? She supposed he must be, but it didn't fit the Tony she knew. Not that she did know much about Tony. It was strange; she knew everything about Tony since she had joined the team, as Tony rarely kept his mouth shut about anything. But before then? No, nothing. She knew a bit about his childhood, high school and university. She knew about how he joined the team. But the two years before she joined nothing. Why did he never say anything about that? McGee sometimes mentioned stories and tales from that time, Abby never mentioned anything and Gibbs? Well, Gibbs was Gibbs; there was no other way to explain that.

Abby squealed with excitement, the team turned to see what she was looking at. The director was walking towards them, leading a girl of about seventeen. The girl was grinning. Abby ran towards her. Abby hugged her so tight that she could barely breath.

"Oh my god, you look exactly like Kate!!! Excepted from you have different hair." Abby jabbered on for bit. Naomi turned to the team. She gave a huge smile at the team.

"How many Caf-Pow's has she had today?" Naomi asked the team. The team laughed, even Gibbs gave a small smile. Naomi gasped.

"Wow, you are exactly like my aunt's drawings. You are Abby, you must be McGee and you are Gibbs. You must be Ducky and you must of course be Tony." She looked at the team in turn. She turned to Ziva. "I don't know who are, sorry."

"I joined the team after your Aunt's death. My name is Ziva."

"You're the one that interviewed me! I have never been interviewed before. It was really cool!"

The team laughed, it was strange to like being interviewed. Tony shuddered, he hadn't liked being interviewed but that had been different circumstances. He shuddered again; he had defiantly not liked being interviewed. He supposed that seeing as this girl hadn't been accused of murder, unlike him, it must be different.

"So, I can't believe it. I am finally meeting the NCIS team that my Aunt spoke so much about. It is amazing!" Her smile faltered. Ziva finished the sentence for her.

"But I'm guessing you had different circumstances in your mind." Ziva said in a monotone. Naomi swallowed.

"Yeah, your right." She replied coldly. Tony had kept his mouth quiet, watching the girl so like Kate, but different. Very different.

"She looks so much like you, Kate."

"Yeah, I know. Pretty cool, huh? Everyone who meet us always thought she was my daughter we were so similar." Kate laughed. Tony turned. There she was. The beautiful Kate Todd. He stared. She was wearing plain normal clothes. Nothing special, no catholic school uniform, just Kate. Kate stared at the tablets next to him. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell me you got drunk last night! You got drunk on a case? You do know Gibbs would kill you?"

"Yeah, I know. He properly would." Tony said simply.

"Why? Why did you have to get drunk? Do you want Gibbs to kill you?" She was honestly puzzled.

"Do I, Tony DiNozzo need a reason?" He asked, giving one of his bright smiles. He knew the real reason but he wasn't going to tell anyone that, especially not Kate.

"Yes, everyone needs a reason. Especially you, DiNozzo." She was fading suddenly, his eyes were watering slightly. He wiped his tears away, She was gone.

"Bye Kate, I miss you."


About Half an hour later Ziva excused herself, they were talking about Kate and she didn't feel she could contribute. They barely even noticed her going. Kate must have meant a lot to the team, she wondered if she would ever mean as much to them. She was walking up to Mtac when she bumped into the director leaning over the banister, watching the team below them. Ziva walked towards her.

"She seems to be getting along well with the team." The director asked Ziva without looking away from the team.

"Yes, I guess it is a chance to remember her."

"Have you told her yet?"

"Told her what?" But Ziva already knew.

"That Ari was your brother." Ziva sighed; she had been expecting this. She knew that she was going to have to tell Naomi that someday. She just wasn't going to do it today. Why did she have to? What was wrong with Naomi not knowing? It wouldn't harm her.

"I don't think I will tell her quite yet." Ziva replied, that being the best answer she could come up with. She didn't know. She didn't know Naomi well enough for her to see if it would help her to tell the truth or if it would just make her unhappy.

"Good, I do not think you should tell her. It will be hard enough for her to identify with you, let alone if your brother killed her Aunt." Ziva looked at the director surprised. "Ziva, I forbid you to tell Naomi. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Director. You have made yourself perfectly clear. I shall not tell her."

"Good, I a glad you understand me. What are your first impressions of Naomi?"

"She is very nice, she is intelligent and has a good memory. She seems to have a good knowledge of the team."

"Oh yes, she said something about letters from her Aunt."

"Yes, that would make sense. She talks a lot; she is a bit hyper. She understands Tony, well; she seems to know what he is thinking. I mean, she knew about him kissing a transsexual. Even I didn't know about that, I can't believe McGee or Abby never told me." The Director gave a small smile. Even though she had only just met the girl, she sort of liked her. She got on with the team so well. She seemed to fit in immediately. She looked back down at the team. Tony was telling a story from when he was at Baltimore.

"I remember we found this old guy, died watching TV. We found him sitting in a lazy boy stiff as a board…"

"Oh Please, not another Baltimore Homicide story. " moaned Abby. Tony ignored her and continued with his story.

"Looks like natural death, but we gotta wait till the ME to confirm it, right? So its dinnertime, my partner and I are starving, so we tell the beaver we're gonna keep an eye on the stiff. Rookie's never been alone with a body. Well, suddenly the body goes out of rigor, slumps, the air trapped in the lungs is forced though the voice box and the corpse moans. "

"Stop it!" Naomi laughed.

"Rookie freaks, empties his service revolver into the body." Tony added, ignoring Naomi as well.

"You know what I think, DiNozzo?" Naomi asked leaning forward and looking into his eyes.

"Don't say it is an urban myth, man, cos I was there."

"I think you were the rookie." Naomi stated.

"That's funny Naomi. Funny. Wrong but funny." Tony replied. The rest of the team were laughing, McGee smiled. Trying to imagine Tony as a Probie was funny, to say the least.


Jenny smiled. Any outsider would have looked at the team and thought they hated each other. Once you got to know the team you realised that they cared about each other very much. She turned and saw Gibbs standing beside her. She smiled.

"What do you think of her?"

"She is very much like Kate, don't know why but she just feels like Kate. She reacts and thinks the same way." Gibbs had been surprised that she had been so similar, yet so different. But one thing he was going to have to deal with sooner or later was, that if this girl was like Kate, she would be as stubborn as Kate. She would want to help in this investigation.


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