Author's Note: So I think I edited this enough for it to work. I hope. I am at a dead end right now. I have an ending planned, and I am beyond this chapter, but to get there... blank. Any ideas would greatly help!
Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own NCIS. If I did, Ziva and Tony would be together and Michael Rivkin would die already.

"Hey Sarah, I want to talk to you," Colt said as he ran up the next morning. He stopped and stared at her. "You look pretty today."

"Thanks. I wanted to ask you something actually. I heard on the news that a Navy officer who used to come by here was shot a few days ago. Do you know anything about that?"

He was silent for a second. "Yeah, that guy was my friend. He had problems, but then he joined the Marines and was a completely better person. I wish I knew who killed him so I could kill them myself. But let's talk about something else."

A little shocked at the quick change in subject, she said, "Ok, like what?"

"I don't know, like about you. I want to know who you are."

"Ok. Well, where do you want to start?"

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Missouri, in the St. Louis area." The bell rang for class to begin. Sarah gave a sigh of relief, glad to not say anything else on the matter.

"We'll talk later!" he shouted as he ran down the hall.

It was after school and there were at least fifty girls in the gym in shorts, capris, tank tops and t-shirts, waiting to see if they made the dance team. Most of them were in groups while Sarah sat off to the side alone, trying to fix her already messy hair while gulping down a bottle of water. The coach came out and the gym became silent.

"Congratulations to all of you who tried out. Only fifteen girls were chosen to be a part of the team. They were chosen based on their ability to work with others and their skill. Now I will post the list on the wall here, then you can come up and look." Everyone watched as she taped a paper on the wall and backed away. Sarah watched as everyone else crowded around the list.

"That new girl made the team!" Sarah heard one girl say.

"I thought she was good. She deserves to be on. Maybe this year we won't be a train wreck." Sarah smiled at that statement. When the crowd shrunk down, she walked up and took a peak. Near the top she saw Sarah Daniels and a big grin grew on her face.

Abby waited out front in a black car. "Go figure, its black."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. I made it!"

"I knew you would. Now let's get going." Abby sped out of the school lot and onto the expressway.

"McGee, do remember what happened when we first met her?" Tony asked.

"What happened?" Ziva leaned against her desk, waiting for an answer.

"This crazy person who she put away when she was younger came after her," McGee began.

Tony quickly added on, "He met some other guys she put away and they banded together and left her to die. Luckily, we found her just in time. She's one tough cookie."

"Cookie?"

"Person, girl. You know," Tony tried to correct.

Obviously she didn't get it but continued. "That's a lot to happen to her at such a young age."

"It does but she seems to manage."

"Seem to manage what, Tony?" Sarah said as she walked to her desk. She dropped her bag by her desk and it made a loud thud.

"All the college level classes you're taking," Tony quickly recovered.

Sarah just rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you were."

"So, how was school?" Ziva asked, trying to change the subject.

"Ok. I went over to that school and talked to some of the kids. There wasn't much they could tell me. I still have part of the list left." She pulled up a chair to where the rest of the team had congregated.

"So you skipped school to interview other kids?" Tony asked her. He leaned forward. "I could never do that as a kid."

"That's because you're not me." All she could do was smirk.

"For some reason, I believe her," McGee said. Ziva nodded in agreement.

"Well I don't! That's not fair how you could do that!"

Sarah smacked the back of his head. "Drop it, Tony. You know you're going to lose anyway."

"Does anyone have anything?" Gibbs said as he walked into the bullpen. He got blank stares from the agents. "Then get back to work." They scrambled back to their desks and tried to get working on something.

AN 2: So there you go. I hope it was ok. Like I said before, ideas would be great! It was kind of a filler chapter in a way...
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