Sitting on a plane beside his guardian, Alex Rider was fuming. He had his summer vacation planned out, hanging out with Tom, playing football in the park, movies, all sorts of stuff. And yet here he was on his way to America. Washington, D.C to be exact.

Although she was trying not to show it, Jack Starbright was excited. She was excited to be going back to her home state to visit her family. But she knew Alex was upset about it.

"Run it by me again why we're going to Washington?" Jack asked.

"My previous mission had to do with a terrorist organization, and when I stopped their plans they weren't too happy about it. MI6 is worried they may try something, so they're sending me to NCIS for protection," Alex explained looking out of the window.

"Oh, so they can't spare a few of their precious agents to look after you?" Jack asked sarcastically.

"Guess not," Alex replied dully.

"Just think of it as a well deserved vacation," Jack encouraged.

"Just like all my other 'well deserved vacations', huh?" Alex asked jokingly.

Jack laughed, "I guess so,"

They were quiet for awhile, then Jack asked, "What agency is gonna be looking after you?"

"The Navy Criminal Investigative Service, or NCIS for short. Blunt told me that Byrne said they had a great team," Alex relayed, sighing at Jacks forgetfulness.

"Lets hope so," Jack said.

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Later that day in Washington, D.C....

From the airport, Alex and Jack were escorted by two MI6 agents to their apartment they would be renting for the time being. The apartment was within walking distance of Jack's parents house. Jack's parents liked Alex, they practically treated him like one of their own grandchildren.

From there, Alex and the agents made their way to NCIS. Jack stayed back to get things settled in, and to go see her parents, and assure them that nothing was wrong in London. They had both agreed long ago that there was no reason for her parents to know anything about all of the spy stuff.

"The less people that know the better," Alex thought as he entered the NCIS building, still escorted by the MI6 agents. They headed up to the stairs, made a right, and entered a big office.

There was a very serious man behind the huge desk at the back of the room, the man stood up at their presence and gestured for them to come in the office.

"Hello, I'm director Vance, Director of NCIS. You must be Alex Rider," Vance said eying Alex, and offering his hand.

"Yes, sir," Alex said shaking the man's hand.

"Director if you have everything under control, me and my partner have a plane to catch," said the MI6 agent to Alex's right.

"Of course gentlemen have a good flight," Vance replied.

The MI6 agent left, and Vance went around his desk and said,"Well Mr. Rider, if you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to the team."

Alex nodded and followed Vance out of the office, past the receptionists desk, down the stairs, and headed to a group of three people sitting at desks. As they got closer Alex could hear some of their conversation.

"For the last time Ziva, I did not scream like a girl," said a man sitting in the desk across from a woman with a wide smirk on her face.

"And even if he did he had a valid reason. You were playing chicken with a eighteen-wheeler!" said the man sitting at the desk beside the other man.

"Thank you, Probie!" The man replied.

The girl on the other hand, had forgotten about the conversation completely. She noticed Alex and Vance approaching them, and she was staring intently at Alex, making him uncomfortable.

"Alright team listen up," Vance barked, "This is Alex Rider, I believe you all have been briefed on your assignment. So if there are any questions let me know. Where's Gibbs?"

"Autopsy," The woman replied, eyes still on Alex.

"Very well. let him know Alex is here." And with that Vance left. Leaving Alex alone.

Then the girl suddenly stood up and went over to Alex, offering her hand, smiling., "Hello, I'm agent Ziva David." She announced with an Israeli accent.

Alex smiled back, shaking her hand, "It's really nice to meet you Ms. David."

"You can call me Ziva," she replied.

Then, the man closest to them stood up, "And my name is Anthony DiNozzo. You can call me Tony." He replied. Shaking Alex's hand also.

The other man farthest away from them was fully engulfed in his computer screen, mouthing words rapidly too himself, not at all noticing the three pairs of eyes on him.

"You'll have to excuse the Probie, he's a computer nerd. And he often gets himself into these trances. There's really only one way to get him out of it," Tony said and with that he went over to the man and slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"OW! What was that for?"

"For being rude Probie, Alex is here," Tony explained gesturing to Alex.

"Oh!" The man exclaimed getting up and coming over to Alex. And once again Alex got his hand shaken, "I'm Timothy Mcgee. Most people just call me Mcgee though."

"Or Probie, depending on your move," Tony said with a smile.

But judging on the look Mcgee gave Tony, Alex could tell he didn't like the nickname.

"Sooo, Alex....How much are you aloud to tell us about what you do for MI6?" Tony asked trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

But suddenly Alex was suspicious, "That depends. How much do you know?"

Then out of nowhere a man with gray hair, and a coffee in one hand came up and slapped Tony on the back of the head, with his free hand, "DiNozzo, don't pry it's none of your business. And besides that, it's classified."

"Okay, what's the deal with the head slapping around here?" Alex thought.

Then the man's eyes fell on Alex, and his face somewhat softened.

But Alex could tell that this man was in charge around here.

"What do you know about me?" Alex repeated. He didn't mean to sound mad or rude, but he had to know .

"All we got was your medical record. We were told very briefly about how you got started at MI6, but thats about it. They only gave us your medical record in case you got hurt or sick or of course if we had to take you to the hospital. And trust me we had to pitch a fit just to find out why you started working for MI6....Do you have any idea how hard it is to get information out of MI6?" Tony asked.

"You have no idea," Alex mumbled.

Then the man with the coffee came over to Alex.

"I'm Leroy Jethro Gibbs, but you can call me Gibbs...You feel like going out for a pizza?" Gibbs asked suddenly, grabbing his coat.

As a matter of fact, Alex was starving. "Sure."

"Boy, that sounds like a great idea, Boss!" Tony exclaimed also grabbing his coat.

"DiNozzo, do you, or do you not, have have paperwork to do?" Gibbs asked half way to the elevator with Alex.

"I... Uhhh....Well....," Tony stuttered looking down at the mounds of paperwork he had been putting off.

"That's what I thought," Gibbs replied.

Then the elevator opened and Alex and Gibbs stepped in leaving Tony with a hurt look on his face, and Ziva and Mcgee smirking at Tony.

A/N- It could've been worse, but I had to get most of the introductions out of the way, I'm never any good with those.

And about the author's notes in the story that's really my bad, I've seen it both ways and I usually do it the other way but I didn't know which way everyone like it...haha totally my bad! I'll start doing it the right way again. :)

Banner- Thanks a million! I was not thinking at all about how classified Alex would be and I did my best to cover up my mistake. Haha hope it shows. Thanks you're a lifesaver! I really want to make this right!

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