Alex's Pov

We left the building and went to the coffee shop, Uncle Jethro got a coffee and got me a hot chocolate both in a takeaway cup. We then went back to the NCIS building and rode the elevator up to the Bullpen in content silence.

"You can sit at that desk Alex, we're on cold cases today." Uncle Jethro said, pointing to the empty desk behind Tim's Desk, the seperater between the two desks. I shrugged and sat down at the desk, while Uncle Jethro sat down at his own desk.

"Do you need anything Alex? I need to run downstairs anyway." Tim asked as he rounded the separator carryingsome files

"Um, some pencils and sketch book, if you can find and or spare them please." Tim chuckled

"I'll see what I can manage for you." Tim responded with smile, I smiled and he walked off towards the elevator

"You like to draw Alex?" I heard Tony ask

"Yeah, I used to draw al the time, I stopped not long after Buffy started at SunnyDale High."

"Why'd you stop Kiddo?" Uncle Jethro asked

"Buffy didn't approve of me drawing, Willow and Jesse liked the pictures that I drew, but then Buffy came, Jesse died and Willow stopped liking my drawings and Buffy hated it, it wasn't manly enough for her, she um, she stole my sketch books one day after I refused to stop drawing, she made me watch as she destroyed them, all of them." I looked down at the syrofoam cup in my hands

"That's cruel." Tony commented

"Alex, why don't you come sit on this desk over here?" Uncle Jethro asked, I nodded and stood up taking my drink with my to the empty desk across from Tony, who grinned at me as I sat down in the chair and set my drink on the desk.

"So, what do you, or did you like to draw?" Tony asked

"Anything I could think of, or anything I could see." He nodded

"That's cool." Tony responded

"I'd like to see some of your drawing some time kiddo, let's hope Mcee can find you something." Uncle Jethro said as he started to look through the files on his desk and Tony followed suit. I drank my drink and swung the chair round in circles, stopping when Tim appeared carrying a book and some pencils.

"You're in luck Alex, I managed to find one of our old style sketch books, it's completely blank and we don't use this style anymore, so, it's all yours." Tim said handing the book over to me and the pencils too, I looked up at him and smiled

"Thank you Tim." He nodded with a smile of his own, before he sat down at his own desk and began working again. I grinned and set the book down and turned to the first blank, clean page, I picked up the sketching pencils and began to draw.

About an hour later my phone began to ring, I stopped sketching and pulled my phone out and saw it was a number I didn't recognize, I frowned

"Problem Alex?" Uncle Jethro asked

"Just a number I don't recognize." I glanced over at uncle Jethro to see him looking at Tim, who was shaking his head

"It couldn't be, they wouldn't know about him this quickly." Tim responded

"You sure?" Uncle Jethro asked him

"Positive, answer it Alex." Tim responded, I nodded and answered

"Hello?"

-Took you damn long enough! What the hell did you tell Angel?!-

"What? Who the hell is this?"

-The names Doyle, remember! Hey!-

-Xander, it's Wesley, we need to know what you told Angel-

"Wes? What? Why do you need to know?"

-Because he's gone off on his own, please tell us-

"Don't you people communicate? How did you know it was me that gave him the info anyway? Minus me just tell you then that is."

-Enough with the damn questions! Tell us what you told him, unless you want him dead like Cordelia!-

-Doyle!-

"Cordelia's death wasn't my fault, you have no right to accuse me of being the cause!"

"Alex?" Tim asked

"Kiddo, everything alright?" Uncle Jethro asked, I glanced over and nodded

-Just tell us!-

"You know you're really rude, but only cause Wes is there will I tell you, tonight at midnight, 3 warehouses by the docks."

-Which docks?!-

"I don't know, I wasn't told, you figure it out." I then hung up and huffed

"Who was that? Did they really accuse you of being the cause of Cordelia's death?" Tim asked, I rubbed my forehead

"People who work with Angel, I need to call him." I quickly found his number and dialed, it was picked up seconds later

-Alex, nows not really a good time-

"The people you work with are really rude, you know that?"

-What do you mean?-

"I just got off the phone with them, they're looking for you by the way, don't you communicate with your people?"

-Alex, you're a bit off topic, what did they say?-

"Demanded to know what I told you, and Doyle had the brilliant idea to say it was my fauly Cordelia died."

-He had no right to say that Alex, it wasn't your fault, don't listen to a word he says, I'll call them, don't worry you'll get an apology soon, thanks for calling and telling me-

"Maybe you should communicate with your people better." I heard him sigh down the phone

-Alex-

"I should go, good luck." I pulled the phone away from my ear but heard a faint -Alex wait- as I hung up the phone. I sighed and set it down on the desk, then looked around the Bullpen to see them all looking at me "Um, hi."

"That seem like an interesting conversation." Tim commented, I shrugged

"Apparently I should expect an apology soon."

"As long as someone does apologise for that comment they made to you." Uncle Jethro said and returned to his paper work, as did the rest of the team, I returned to my drawing when a sudden thought hit me

"Uncle Jethro."

"Yeah?"

"Who did you think was calling me?" Uncle Jethro look up from the file he was reading and sighed "Who wouldn't know about me this quickly?"