Let-us-begin-the-chapter!

Leon Vance's door opened & the twins skated in. "Hello…" Griffon said, searching his desk for some form of identification. "Leon?" She guessed.

He nodded. "Hello Ms. Heights."

"Moore. It's not Heights, it's Moore." The girls said together.

"Your mother's maiden name?" Leon asked.

"Father's." They corrected.

Leon's head tilted. "Excuse me?"

"In our religion, the husband adopts the wife's last name." Graeae explained. "Now I believe you wanted to talk to us about something."

"You girls are here without informing anyone. Not even your secretary knew you were coming here." He stated in a tone that, if he were Gibbs, he would have simply said 'EXPLAIN!'

"Since when do we have to answer to underlings?" Griffon asked.

Graeae elbowed her sister in the side. "We're here working on a top priority case file. Highly classified."

"You can talk to Leon." Griffon grumbled. "I have to go talk to your boyfriend." She skated back out with a worried expression on her face.

"Boyfriend?" Leon questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Graeae blushed. "She only says that to upset me. I don't have a boyfriend, just a close friend who happens to be a boy."

"Oh, well I'm done talking, unless you have anything to discuss."

"Nah, I'm good." Graeae told him, already halfway out the door.

At-McGee's desk!

"I hate paperwork." Tony groaned from the desk beside McGee's. After just finishing a case earlier in the day, our agents now suffer the torturous task of filling out the - wait for it - case reports. Trust the author, people, it's scarier than it sounds.

McGee picked up his reports & stood up, walking in the direction of Abby's lab. "I'm gonna see if Abby needs any help with the Hacker case." The elevator doors opened & Griffon stood there, waiting to get to her floor.

"You going to Double A's lab?" She asked when she saw him . McGee nodded, stepped in, & let the doors close behind him. "Good, so am I. So, Timothy, when do I get to start calling you 'Uncle Tim?'"

McGee looked at the girl in disbelief. "Never." He nearly shouted. "Your Aunt & I are just friends."

"Yeah & Graeae is gothic. Tim, I'm smarter then that." Griffon scoffed. The elevator doors 'dinged' open. "Ding. We are now in the lab of forensic genius Abby Sciutto. Remember to watch out for crazy glue this time, McGee." Griffon narrated in a voice similar to a news reporter's.

"Haha." McGee mumbled. "Abby, do you need any help with the hacker case?"

Abby rushed out & pulled McGee in. "I thought you would never ask. This is crazy. It's not system-wide. It's not isolated. And it hasn't breached security."

Griffon followed them in, contemplating the situation. "What if it's both?" she asked.

"What?" They two scientists asked.

Griffon shoved passed them & began working on the computer. "Move. It's isolated to a certain section. Not system-wide, yet not isolated to just one room."

The screens switched & changed too quickly for the adults behind her to understand what she was doing. Finally, the screen stopped at a picture of a man. Griffon turned to the couple. "There you have it. Your hacker is Petty Officer Second Class Joshua Ryan Bowen. However, since he is deployed, someone else is using his computer to blame him for their dirty work. Your best bet is to search his house. Have you seen Grant?" Griffon asked McGee.

McGee nodded. "He got a call from a guy named Phoenix & left to go meet him."

"Thanks." Griffon told him.

"You three had better have something." Gibbs said as he made his way into the lab with a Cafpow.

"I am not going to explain this again. Let Aunt Abby & Uncle Tim do it. I have to visit a publisher." Griffon said, going to the back to grab her backpack & boots. She skated past Gibbs. "It's good to see you again Gibbs."

Abby took the cafpow. "Allow me to explain." She told him & repeated what Griffon had said.

"Good enough for me." McGee said, writing down the Petty Officers address & handing it to Gibbs.

Aria rushed in with two cups of coffee. "You guys hit a break in the case?" She asked, handing Gibbs one of the cups.

"Yeah. We got a name & address. You wanna come?" He took a drink.

"Do I ever?" The girl exclaimed. Gibbs walked out with the his goddaughter not far behind. "Can I drive? I have my learner's!"

"Next time." Gibbs replied.

"That's a lie if I ever did hear one." Aria snapped back at him.

As Gibbs, Aria & Tony drove through the streets of D.C., they passed a sign that said:

D.C. Dance Academy.

"Hey, Dad, stop the car." Aria said when she passed the sign. "I wanna check this out,

but I'll join you next time."

Gibbs pulled the car over & let her out. "Pick me up when you're done, please." She called s the car zoomed off. I wonder if McGee "rebooted" dad's phone yet, she thought.

She turned to look at the large building, but instead, her view was blocked by a boy with black hair that it almost appeared deep purple and pale yellow eyes. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was just going to look to see what classes you offer & to see if you were excepting new students." Aria said. She & her friends would be there for roughly three months, so she might as well get acquainted. "I'm Aria, Aria Wolfe. How 'bout you?" She held out her hand.

"Zane Delawder." He said, taking her hand & shaking it. "And, to answer your questions, we always except new students as long as they are willing to dedicate their time &, uh, as for the classes, if you name it then we most likely teach it. Students can take as many classes as they like. Recitals & competitions are never on the same day; if they are then they are a reasonable time apart from each other. Shall we continue this discussion inside?" He said.

Aria blinked. She had been staring at the school, and she wanted so badly to go inside. "Oh, please?" she asked.

Zane chuckled. "Yeah, of course. I'll even introduce you to the founder." He led Aria inside. "Now, as I was saying, the classes are thirty-five dollars for per dance style per month."

Aria looked away from the hall of pictures of famous dancers. "That isn't very expensive. I thought that schools like this would cost a fortune."

"They normally do, but here the instructors refuse to be paid, strictly volunteers, meaning we don't have to earn as much money as the other schools. So, have you ever danced before?" Zane answered.

"I took ballet when I was little, but when we moved, there wasn't a studio in that town, or the next one over. But I never got to dance pas de deux, which is why I started dancing, to get enough experience to dance with a partner."

"Well, I do know a boy in the class who doesn't have a partner." Zane began. The two stopped at a large door at the end of the hall. "We'll talk about it later. Now I would like to introduce you to our school's co-founder." He shoved open the doors & pulled Aria in behind him as he walked up to the shriveled old lady that sat, reading a book, at the desk in the middle of the office.

The woman looked up from her book. "Hello, dear. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?"

"I come every day Momom." Zane replied.

Aria turned from the woman to Zane. "She's your grandmother?"

"Oh." The woman let out a little laugh. "No, dear, I'm his great-grandmother. Did you bring this beautiful girl here to learn about the founders?" she asked her great-grandson. He nodded in reply. "Well, dear-y, my parents founded this school when I was a little girl. Of course it was after I had begged them to let me take dance lessons. Be the way, my name is Estelle Thompson. Who are you?"

"I'm Aria Wolfe, it's a pleasure to meet you." Aria introduced.

Estelle looked at Zane. "Have you told her about the classes?" Zane nodded. "Did you show her the students in action?" He shook his head. Estelle waved at the door. "Then show her immediately, & let her see any class she likes."

Zane walked out & stood in the doorway. "I hope to see you again, Estelle." Aria said & joined Zane to help close the doors. "She is very nice." she told the boy.

"Of course she is. Now pick a genre." Zane replied.

"Pas de deux, of course." Aria smiled & they made a turn into a corridor flowing with classical music.

"Of course." Zane chuckled.

"Hey, how come you're being so nice & polite to a complete stranger?" Aria asked suddenly.

Zane gulped. "Well…"

At-Joshua's-house!

Knock-Knock-Knock, Gibbs pound his fist against the door of the large residents. A small boy opened the door for him. "Is your mom here?" Gibbs asked as he knelt down to the boy's level.

A woman came to the door & picked the boy up. "I'm sorry. How can I help you?"

Gibbs showed her his badge & I.D. "Special Agents Gibbs & DiNozzo. N.C.I.S. We need to ask you a few questions."

The woman moved aside to let the two in. "That's fine. I'm Megan, Joshua's wife."

"Thank you." Tony said. "Do you ever get on your husband's computer?"

Megan shook her head. "I never get on his since I have my own."

DiNozzo nodded. "Does anyone besides your husband get on his computer?"

"My daughter, Lisa, she always goes in when her father is deployed." She answered.

"I'm leaving, mom." A girl called & made her way into the room. "Hey, who are these guys?"

"N.C.I.S. Lisa, what do you do on your father's computer?" Megan wondered.

"It's nothing, I just check my e-mails, myspace, & face book pages." Lisa informed with a shrug.

Gibbs cell phone rang. "Hello."

"Gibbs!" Abby said through the phone. "We just got another hit on the hacker case, but it just dropped off the surface a few seconds ago."

"Thanks Abbs." Gibbs told her as he snapped the phone shut. He looked at Lisa. "Would you mind coming with us?"

"Sure thing, just as long as I can make it to the roller derby." Lisa replied.

End-Chapter!

People, my internet has been down for days, hence the lateness. This chapter is dedicated to my younger cousins, Megan & Joshua, my Aunt Lisa, my Uncle Tim, Momom or Mamaw Essie, & my dad. All of these people taught or tried to teach me things. (patience being one of the things I can't learn) My dad is the one who taught me everything I know about writing, which is, obviously, not a lot.

I just want to let you people know: I have yet to do a Tony movie reference, I spelled 'roller' with an 'A' & not an 'E'. Yet everyone has at least one flame…but me. It can be bogus or real; just give me a flame! Is that too hard to ask for?