Author's Note: Really, really sorry that it's taken sooooo long for me to post this new fic. My internet has been down and I've been very busy. So, this is the next chapter (Note the length!)! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I really wish I did, but I don't own NCIS.

Chapter 2: Nebraska Career Information System?

(Alex's POV)

I'm walking up the now familiar driveway of our house, the one I'll be leaving pretty soon, if everything goes well. There's a dark grey sedan parked on the driveway, nothing special, just your average company car. I walk up to it, and cup my hands around my face, and peer in through the front passenger seat window. I could see several empty coffee cups on the floor and a half-filled one in the drink holder. He must be addicted to coffee or something. I keep going up the drive, and unlock the front door with my key. I can hear voices in the kitchen so I stay quiet and sneak into my bedroom. I have to share with my foster-sister, Chantelle, who is 2 years older than me, and she doesn't let me forget it. When I first moved in, she put a strip of masking tape down the wall to separate the room into her side and my side. So much for a warm welcome. Anyway, I unzip my electric guitar from its case and put it on the double stand next to my acoustic. Technically, they're not mine; the acoustic is my father's, which I grew into, and the electric is on hire. But one day, I'll get my own.

I poke my head out of my room, to see if they were still talking in the kitchen. My foster-dad is talking to another guy, I can tell by his voice. I look to my left and see my foster-brother poking his sandy haired head out of his room. His name is Nathan and he's only a year older than me. He motioned for me to come over. I really hope he found out what NCIS stood for.

He was grinning. "So, you want to know what NCIS stands for?"

"Yeah, come on spit it out."

"Well, there was something like 15 different NCIS's."

"Damn. Where did you look?"

"I looked on Google."

I grinned. "Very professional."

"Yes, well, I sorted through most of them and I think I know which one it is."

I looked at the list of all the NCIS's there were. "National Claims Information Systems, North Country Internet Service, Norwegian Council for Information Science, Nord Créations Informatiques & Services…Nathan, come on! Oh wait, this looks right, National Criminal Intelligence Service."

He shook his head. "I checked another site out, the website for Naval Criminal Investigative Service. And I looked around and they have Special Agents. National Criminal whatever doesn't."

"Yeah, I know he was a Marine."

Nathan grinned at me. "And that Leroy Jethro Gibbs guy doesn't sound Norwegian."

(Alex's POV. Don't worry, Gibbs' time is soon!)

I took a deep breath and rubbed my lucky guitar pick in my pocket. Nathan gave me the thumbs up and I walked into the kitchen. Both Jethro Gibbs and my foster-dad, Andrew, looked up. I wasn't sure if I expected the guy to look like he did, but something inside made me think that I had met him somewhere before. Not recently, though. I'm pretty observant and I'm sure I would have recognized his haircut. I hid a grin. He had very blue eyes and short grey hair in a very…um…unique hairstyle.

Oh fine, it was plain bad.

I could feel his intense gaze follow me as I made my way to the table and as I sat down. I looked up into his eyes for a moment before dropping my gaze away from his penetrating stare. He was criticizing me, and I knew it. I hate being put under a microscope and all my flaws and weaknesses being singled out.

"So, Alex, how was band today?" it seemed as if Andrew had decided to start the conversation ball rolling.

"Fine." I could see my profile in front of Jethro Gibbs and I wondered for the first time how much they had actually compiled about every fostered kid.

"Do you want to introduce yourself?" Andrew gave me a look which meant, 'This isn't actually a choice, you have to.'

I started speaking, and realized how much it sounded like I was introducing myself to a therapy group. "Hi, my full name is Alexis Kayleigh Jefferies and I'm turning 14 at the end of the year on the 29th of November. I was born in Australia, because my mum was an Aussie and I lived in Perth for the first 6 and a half years of my life. Ummmm…I like music…"

Andrew snorted. "I think 'like' is an understatement."

(Gibbs POV)

The kid was obviously nervous. Sure, so would I in her situation.

Andrew spoke. "Alex, this is Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

"Hey." It was obvious Alex didn't really know what to think. I could see her gaze flick up to my hair and it was then that I really started to contemplate whether I should change my hair.

I watched the kid rub the back of her neck uneasily, until I realized it was me that was making her nervous.

The phone rang. Andrew left the kitchen to answer it.

So, it was just me and Alex. I thought it would be best if I started talking.

"So, I hear you play the guitar?" I already knew she did, I just wanted to make conversation.

"Yeah."

"For how long?" 8 years, I thought.

"I think this year is my eighth year."

"That's quite a while."

"Yeah." I could tell she wanted to ask me something.

Finally she spoke. "If you don't mind me asking, but what's NCIS? I know its Naval Criminal Investigative Service, but what do you actually do?"

I was surprised she knew. "Well, NCIS's mission is to prevent terrorism, protect secrets and reduce crime."

"That sounds really clichéd. Like something from a movie." she grinned. "Do you have a gun?"

"Yes."

The look on her face was one of mischief, amusement and surprise.

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