A/N: Sorry about all these A/Ns guys! I just need to clear something up! Ok, Grace is a senior because she was always homeschooled on the bus so she started school late. She toured so much and was so busy that she didn't quite have time for school. She's re-entering her senior year to get her GED. Abby doesn't quite have custody, but she is Grace's guardian. Sorry bout this being kinda long by the way. Okay, r&r please!

*Abby POV*

The lab is so much more fun with Grace here!!! I can't believe she was able to fit all those skate ramps through the door! Ah well, I guess Gibbs helped her. I mean, he DOES move those boats out of his basement….I gotta concentrate. Gibbs was all grumpy when he came in a couple minutes ago. I HAVE to find the rest of that Marine's body…and why was he found with scrapes all over, bruises, and a tan everywhere but his knees and elbows? It's so hinky… OH MY GOD! WHO'S HANDS ARE ON MY EYES?!?!?!? IF IT'S ANOTHER STALKER, I SWEAR!

"DON'T HURT ME!!! DUCKY GAVE ME A WHISTLE AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!!" I can't believe I'm this scared.

"Whoa, chill Abs! Don't worry. It's just me. We've kinda, sorta got a problem." Why does Grace sound so upset? I can tell when she cries and she was definitely crying…

"First, why were you crying? Second, we have a rush order from Gibbs on the Marine's missing hand and foot. AND his wife's legs… Mr. Mass Spec is tense as it is. We don't want him breaking down."

"I was crying because of what I have to tell you. I KNOW that Marine and his wife, Abby. I SWEAR that I've met them before. They hung out with my mom and dad a lot. I saw 'em once or twice at a competition of mine with my parents before the crash…" She looked like she was going to cry again. Crap! I should have remembered these people and told Gibbs that she had a personal connection to this case. I knew they looked familiar!

"Oh god. Gray, I'm sorry. I should have said something to Gibbs. Well, all the more reason to help me get to work on the evidence! You ready to work and I can totally cheer you up later?" God, I wish one of my gigantic Scuito hugs would help fix this but it just can't. Well, it's worth a try! I grab her into the most massive hug of her life. I could have broken a couple ribs if I squeezed any harder!

"Abs, Abs, ABBY SCUITO! YOU ARE CRUSHING MY LUNGS! PLEASE REFRAIN FROM BONE-CRUSHING HUGS WITHOUT WARNING ME! Haha, love you too. Double Caf-Pows later??? I can probably help explain why his knees and elbows are pale in that pattern too…" She is so smart. I hope I can make her feel at home here rather than sending her off to live with one of those family friends…

What is that incessant beeping??? Ooh! Message from Gibbs on the video conferencing thing!!!

"Hi Gibbs!!"

"Abby, we got a call about a set of bones…. They think it's our missing limbs. Be ready for arrival, ok?"

Bones? Sweet! This'll be an interesting one…

"Got it. I'm not sure what Ducky and I will be able to do with bones though. Might be tough." What can I do with bones if there isn't anything on them?

"Do what you can."

Why does he always have to hang up like that? It's so irritating. Jeez.

"What did the big man say?"

"He said someone found our missing limbs! But Gray, there's an issue. They're just bones. No skin, blood, tissue, nothing. We may need to call in back up." I hate when I have to call in back up. It just makes the director think I need another assistant.

"Oh it's fine. I know some people who only work with bones so we're gonna be fine. Except there's one thing… One of 'em is FBI and I know how Gibbs really doesn't like sharing cases… Now for me to reveal the mystery of the tan and scratches! Okay, the strange tan lines are from elbow pads and kneepads. I had to wear them all the time when I started skating. The scratches and scars are from falling on the wooden ramps and in the stone half pipe. When you're falling down a wood ramp, the acceleration causes friction, so some wood gives you splinters. The half pipe is usually concrete so when you fall in it, it's like falling and scraping your knee on the sidewalk. I just never expected HIM to skateboard."

The next day…

*G POV*

"Okay Parker, I really gotta go now," I can't believe how long it's been since I babysat him. I also can't believe McGee is the only one at his desk right now. HE'S an early riser…. I really hope Gibbs doesn't mind me sitting on his desk.

"No Gray!!! Don't hang up! Pleaseee?????" It's always been adorable when Parker has trouble pronouncing his r's.

"I'll tell you what? You can hang up first." Ah, finally I hear footsteps.

"No. I don't want to hang up at all. Daddy is at work and Mommy is busy making food, so I wanna stay on the phone with youu!!!" Aww, poor kid. His parents aren't together and his dad is an important government man. I'm the only older person who he has to talk to right now.

"Alright, you won. I won't hang up. But if I have to get off the phone I'm going to say bye, okay? And I promise to call you later."

"Hm. Do you promise promise?"

"Yes, Parker. I promise promise. Why don't we just hang up at the same time? I have to go because there's someone else in the office, hon. On three…" I could see Dinozzo watching from his desk. Head cocked to one side, listening and looking, but not flat-out staring.

"Okay. One."

"Two…"

"Three! Bye, Gray!"

Aw, Parker's so cute. I can't believe how big he is too! It feels like just yesterday he was a baby and now he's already six! Oh god, Dinozzo is smirking at me.

"Was that your boyfriend Gray?" Smiling is the one way to handle this.

"No. It was a six year old. Why? If it was my boyfriend, would you be jealous?" I say smirking as I sip my coffee. It's a good think I'm not staying with Gibbs. If I were, this coffee would be in the trash bin right now.

"Uhm no, I wouldn't be jealous. There are plenty of women who find me appealing." He was clearly unsettled. Ah, bothering people is so fun!

"Uh uh Tony. Sure. There are tons of women who find you appealing, but does that mean they'll date you? Whatever. It doesn't matter to me. Just food for thought." I think I'll just leave him with that. There's no use in making him more unsettled. He'll start to nitpick and worry soon enough.

The elevator rang and the doors opened to reveal a new face. She MUST be Ziva. She's stunning. And judging by the way Tony's face lit up when he saw her, I'm right.

I stand up to introduce myself.

" Hi, I'm Gray. You must be Ziva. Abby's told me a lot about you." Should I hug her?

"Yes. Gray…Abby's cousin? I have heard much about you as well." She smiles. Thank god. This means I can hug her!

***Italics from here on out in the chapter means that it is in Hebrew***

"So…Your from Israel? Where in Israel?" She looks up, surprised that I speak her native tongue.

"Yes! I am from Tel Aviv. How do you know Hebrew?" She smiles as she asks. Glad she can speak to someone openly in her 1st language.

"I learned it in school. I've never been to Tel Aviv, but I've heard it's gorgeous there. I also speak German and French, if it matters." I look over and see Tony with his mouth wide open in shock.

"Um, ladies, what am I missing? Are you two talking about me?" He's so nervous. Haha. I didn't know it was this easy to make him self-conscious.

"Nothing Tony," Ziva retorts faster than I can turn around. "Unless of course…Nah, Nevermind. How long have you been taking Hebrew, Gray? Your accent is very good. As if you were taught by a native speaker."

"I was. My teacher was Israeli. I'm glad I was able to meet you."

"Same here. It is much easier to converse in Hebrew. Then I don't have to worry about all those complicated sayings you Americans have. Haha." Her smile is gorgeous. Simply stunning. I can understand why Tony's so smitten.

"Yeah, they're hard, but they get easier with time. Is it all right if I hug you? I thought it would be more polite to ask first."

"Of course." I come closer to hug her just as Gibbs walks through the elevator doors and towards the bullpen.

"Gray. You got info for me?" He clearly hasn't had his coffee yet.

"Yes, I do Gibbs. The Marine apparently decided to try out a new hobby. It just so happened that his hobby was also mine. He decided to try skateboarding. The strange tanning pattern and scratches on his arms and legs were from padding and from falling on wood and concrete. It's almost as if he flew through the air and landed directly below him. As for the bones, I know a few people who are good at working with them, but they're FBI so I wanted your clearance to bring 'em over."

"Alright. Well, what division of the FBI do they work in?"

"Anthropology. They also deal with bones that are in limbo and Jane/John Does."

"Well, that seems alright. As long as I don't see Fornell in here on FBI business regarding the bones, go ahead. But exactly where are we going?"

"The Jeffersonian. I'll call ahead."