Author's Note: Hey ppls! This fic may sound familiar because I've actually re-written the entire story. I wasn't really happy with it so I deleted it off the site and started afresh! So here's the new and improved version. Any encouraging comments would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I really wish I did, but I don't own NCIS.
Chapter 1: Meetings
Alex walked slowly and casually down the footpath, just after having gotten off the bus from band. She had been preoccupied all day, not really focused on the real world. Today was a very important day for Alex. She had lived with foster families since she was 8, when her mother had died a year before and her father had been killed in a helicopter crash. Today she was going to get a guardian, a person she had never met before, and was going to see him face to face. She was probably going to live with this Marine.
Shit.
Alex exhaled. Her dad had been a Marine, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to live with another. She had tried to picture him for days now, but whatever she thought of never really seemed right. She pulled a piece of paper, now crumpled and thoroughly read out of her pocket. She sat down on a bench in the park, setting down her electric guitar and schoolbag on the grass. Alex scanned the paper again for what seemed like the millionth time, taking in the name, occupation…what the hell was 'NCIS'? It sounded important for him to have 'Special Agent' stuck on the front of his name. Maybe something like the FBI or CIA? Jethro…
Ha-ha…funny name.
She tucked the note back into her jacket pocket, picked up her gear, and headed for home.
"She's a good kid, Mr Gibbs, she works hard."
Gibbs looked at the photo clipped onto the profile sheet. It pictured a slim teenage girl with short, layered brunette hair, tied back in a short ponytail and lightly tanned skin, with hazel eyes. She had grown up from when he had last seen her. He sighed. This just didn't really seem like a good idea. He knew nothing about teenagers. He remembered the stupid comic strip he had received from a certain red-headed friend of his. She had a son the girl's age. It depicted a stressed looking parent asking for antacids. Her husband replied, "'Regular', 'Extra-Strength' or 'Parent of a Teenager'?". That was enough for him to start doubting. But he had promised…
'How come you've gotta go?'
'I'll come back and see you sometime, maybe when you're older, okay?'
The girl scrubbed her eyes with a dirty sleeve. "Really?"
"Yeah, I promise. Cross my heart."
"And hope to die?"
Gibbs smiled. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that."
The conversation floated back to him. When he said older, he hadn't meant 6 years older. But he had promised, and Gibbs didn't break promises.
So what do you guys think? Please read and review, and I promise I'll write the next chapter as soon as I can!
