LEE'S POV:

When we got to the crime scene, Emma pulled on her NCIS windbreaker and cap, and grabbed her crime scene kit.

"First crime scene?" I asked her, zipping up my jacket.

"Yeah," she replied. "First real crime scene, at least."

"Hope you didn't eat a big breakfast," I told her, walking towards the scene.

Emma ducked underneath the yellow tape, took one look at the bloody, mutilated body, and then she ran toward the nearest tree, sick to her stomach from the sight.

"I warned you," I called to her, shaking my head and smiling; Probies were all the same.

"Lee, check on her," McGee told me sternly. "Now!"

"On it, Boss!"

I walked over to where Emma was leaning against a tree-trunk.

"I'm fine!" she insisted heatedly. "I just need a minute."

Leaning against the tree trunk myself, I ran my fingers through my hair. "You know, at my first crime scene, I threw up three times," I admitted.

"Really?" Emma looked up at me quickly. Then, she shook her head. "I should have a stronger stomach. My parents were good at this, so I have to be too."

"Yeah, it's hard living up to their expectations, isn't it?" I folded my arms across my chest. "I know all about that."

Emma finally straightened up. "Thanks for being nice, Lee. I think I'll be okay now."

EMMA'S POV:

I pulled on a pair of latex gloves, took a deep breath, and walked back to the crime scene bravely. Agent McGee instructed me to take crime scene photos, so I pulled the expensive camera out of its case and began snapping photos from every possible angle.

"Jimmy's here!" Lee announced, sketching the crime scene carefully.

"Who's Jimmy?" I wanted to know.

"Jimmy Palmer is our medical examiner," Lee explained. "You'll like him. He's a likeable guy."

The M.E. was accompanied by a younger man who with big, nerdy glasses and shaggy blonde hair, and I assumed that he was Palmer's assistant.

Jimmy looked down at the body. He, like the rest of us, could see that the twenty-three-year old Petty Officer Benjamin Thompson was a handsome young man who had been brutally murdered.

I continued snapping photos as Palmer pulled out a liver probe and stuck it directly into the victim's abdomen. I nearly gagged again when I saw how easily the probe slid into the victim's body.

"Time of death, Palmer?" McGee asked, scribbling notes on his pad.

"I'd say about seven or eight hours, but I'll know better when I cut him open," Jimmy replied.

"What do you think killed him?" Lee wanted to know.

"Well, he has been sliced and diced pretty bad," I pointed out. "Could be blood loss, right?"

"The true cause of death is often masked by superficial wounds," Jimmy told me. "Anyways, who are you?"

"Jimmy, this is Special Agent Emma Callen. She's the new probie," Lee told the M.E.

"Wait, you're Livy and Callen's daughter, aren't you?" Palmer asked me.

"Yes, sir, that's right." I smiled at him, and he extended his hand, which was covered in the victim's blood.

I swallowed hard. "Um, how about we shake hands later?" I suggested.

LEE'S POV:

Later that evening, after we had finished work for the day, I noticed that Livy was digging through her purse for her keys.

"Hey, we should go get a bite to eat tonight," I suggested. "You know, sort of a 'welcome-to-the-team' dinner." To be honest, I already had plans, but I would reschedule them if it meant taking out the beautiful blonde.

"Oh!" Emma bit her lip a little. "I wish I could, but I've already got somewhere to go. I'm sorry," she apologized. "What if we go out tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's great," I agreed easily, trying to pretend as if I didn't mind that she was already occupied.

"Goodnight," she told me cheerfully. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye," I called after her.

Emma Callen was definitely a blonde bombshell. She was tall and slim, with shining hair that hung down to the middle of her back. Her piercing blue eyes didn't to miss a thing, and I knew that if I wasn't careful, she would completely bewitch me.

EMMA'S POV:

I swung by my new apartment quickly and changed out of my work clothes into a pair of denim shorts and a purple t-shirt. Just before I headed out again, I draped a yellow scarf around my neck loosely and slipped a pair of brown cowboy boots on.

When I got to the harbor, it took me a few minutes to find Uncle Jethro's berth, but I finally saw the "Kelly" in Berth Number 769.

"Uncle J?" I called, stepping onto the boat carefully.

"I'm up here," he called from the bow. "Come on around."

Uncle Jethro's sailboat was larger and spacious, and I saw that he was grilling on a small grill on the bow.

"Hey, Uncle Jethro!" I greeted him, giving the older man a warm hug. He kissed my cheek affectionately.

"Look at you," he laughed. "A genuine NCIS agent,huh?"

I let out a deep breath. "Yeah. I got to see my first crime scene today, and I lost my breakfast," I admitted. "That really wasn't the way I wanted to start my day."

"You'll be fine.

"I'm not sure, Uncle J. What if I don't have the same skills as my parents? What if I'm not as good an agent as they both were?"

"You'll be fine," Uncle Jethro assured me, handing me a beer out of the cooler.

"Uncle Jay?" a familiar voice called from the stern.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Is that…" I looked around the mast and saw Lee DiNozzo stepping onto the boat.

"Oh, yeah, I invited Lee for supper, too," Uncle Jethro told me.