Strange Strangers 2

A/N: Special thanks to all your kind reviews. It's been a joy to write this. It's so fun. Here's some more of the little misadventures. And oh God, I hope Tony doesn't find out about what I've written about or that he doesn't read fanfics. A) I think he'll hate me and B) I think his Gibbs'll kill him. LOL. Anyway read on.

Well at least I had a fully stocked wardrobe. Hey, I wondered how it happened. But while I'm here, I might as well make the most of it. Even I have to admit that it made me look good. Now I wouldn't say that black is too slimming but I was looking like a Man In Black... Just call me Agent F. Ha, ha. I hummed to myself much to the dismay of the elevator passengers. Finally, the elevator dinged and the metallic prison opened it's doors. Yeah, I just love referring to an elevator as a metallic prison. I don't travel in them too much. Not too many places in Perth where you need to.

"Come on, take a walk with me... Take a walk with me... Just slide with me, just slide with me," I began singing quietly as I kind of danced to my workstation. "Make your neck work... Now Freeze!" I finally sat down after getting odd stares from people. Even as crazy as me being here was, odd behavior was still noticed by people. I could feel an uncomfortable heat on my cheeks.

I had to get a report from the Lab. Oh that meant one thing. Meeting Abby. Abby doesn't bother me, yeah, she looks strange but I love strange things... Hell you should see my movie and book collection... Horror, supernatural and Sci-Fi mainly. I grabbed the file and jogged to the elevator. I was distracted only for a second but that was all was needed. Gibbs stood in front of me, with is almighty powerful death stare... Another coffee stain appeared on his shirt.

"Shit!" I cursed. Why doesn't Gibbs ever announce his presence.

"What the hell are you doing?" Gibbs growled at me. I looked at him as my mind went totally blank. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" Gibbs demanded to know.

Finally a question I could answer. "I'm going down to Abby's lab," I cringed internally at my answer. I must've sounded like a kid excited about going to lunch at school.

"When did you start working here?" Oh Fan-Frakken-Tastic. I was being interrogated by Gibbs.

"Yesterday," My tone turned serious. There were always times when you just had to be serious.

"This is twice you've knocked coffee out of my hand," Gibbs huffed in anger. Normally I love that while watching the show, but to experience that in person was frightening. "You've never heard of Rule Twenty Three?" He asked me.

Damn! Rule 23, Rule 23... What the hell was rule 23? "Never go anywhere without a knife? Don't sleep with your co-workers, never sleep with a witness/suspect?" I rattled a few things off. "Damn, I'm an idiot," I said. I really have to learn to use my internal dialog.

"Tell me something I don't know," Gibbs said impatiently.

I had to think quick. "The Sullivans was an Australian Television show based on an Australian wartime family," I said. Of course, I didn't quite think the consequences thoroughly. Fortunately, Gibbs stood there in silence as his mind processed the new useless information. This gave me the chance to escape. After all... It is I... The King of useless random information. It was hard not to smile.

Abby's Lab

Now, at the risk of sounding like a complete and utter old prude, I hate loud music and my musical knowledge is still stuck in the eighties. I think I never got past Bad. The noise reverberating around the Lab almost sounded like an Alien from V shouting. I walked to the source of noise and turned the stereo off.

"Hey, Boss-man. I really wasn't expecting you until later, but it's good, I'm short of Caf-Pow for my morning's intake. I could really use a pick-me-up to get me through," Abby said.

I was sure that my eyes were beginning to do a crazy dance. Abby sounds as, I don't know what she sounds like, but it was impossible for my mind to keep up with her talking. "Excuse me," I tapped her on the shoulder delicately. Honestly, I completely forgot about getting her a Caf-Pow. Hell, I didn't even know where to get them from.

"You're not Gibbs," Abby said as she turned around to face me. I expertly dodged one of her pig-tails.

"Ah, no," I responded quickly. I took a step backwards and almost fell over. The thing that grabbed my attention was the web on her neck... On that neck was a spider and the way Abby turned it looked like it was coming straight for me. I know, I know... But I suffer Arachnophobia something chronic. So , I swore that the little bastard on her neck moved. "Whoa there," I said as I put some distance between me and Abby's tattoo. There was no way I'm getting that close to that tattoo again.

"What's up with you?" Abby asked me.

"Nothing, nothing at all," I answered. I don't if it sounded convincing or not. "I was wondering if you had a hard copy of your report for case file number RO 4438," I requested of her.

"Sure," Abby said as she went into her office. I watched her work the computer. I could clearly picture Gibbs and Abby signing through the glass. That always looked like so much fun.

"Here you are," Abby came back into the main part of the lab.

"Thank you, thank you," I said. I think part of her exuberance was rubbing off on me. Though, I was still making sure that I kept at a safe distance. I understand that she's a fan favorite and all, but she's somewhat scary looking. "Thanks... Next time I'll make sure to bring you down a cup of that Caf-Pow," I assured her before leaving.

156 Cooper Street

Lancer Residence.

I thought to totally get a handle on the case, I'd should interview everyone. The first one on the list was the brother to the first victim. He had a grudge against his sister that had grown over the years into a family feud. According to the evidence report from Abby, there was a hunting knife with his sister's blood on it. That's enough to raise suspicions in my book.

I was at least getting the hang of riding the Kawasaki Ninja. At least I was now going at a real terrifying speed of 20 miles per hour. I stopped the in front of the house and knocked on the door. Hell yeah, I was nervous. What was I going to say? I've seen enough cop shows to know how to question somebody. An older man opened the door.

"Who the hell are you?" The man asked me. He was awfully rude about it.

"Agent Tionnaire, NCIS," I showed him my badge. "I just want to ask you a few questions," I introduced myself and gave the reason why I'm here.

Before I could react, the man ran past me, knocking me into the bushes. Shouldn't surprise me really. I picked myself up and gave chase. Well let's just say, I'm no bloody athlete and I don't carry a gun. So you can imagine how much affect I have when I was shouting stopped. Every time it looked as if I was gaining ground, the more people seemed to get in the way. Nobody seemed willing to stop him for me. Unfortunately it was inevitable that I lost him. There was a lot of people around, but not the person I was after.

I walked back to the Lancer residence. Boy, I'm way out of shape. I've never been too athletic in my adult life. My body was paying for that fact as I struggled to take deep breaths in. I was stopped in my tracks by Tony and Ziva. "Hey guys," I said after I got my breath back. "What's the problem?"

They stared at me like I should have known what the problem was. "What were you doing?" Ziva asked me.

"You mind telling me what you were doing? We had that place under surveillance," Tony interjected before I could answer.

I looked at my folders. Then I realized that the number of the case file and the evidence file were two different numbers. Oh shit, I was at the wrong place. "I was chasing up a lead on a suspect of a cold case and it lead me here," well this way I could at least pretend that our investigations inadvertently crossed paths. Well, that was better than looking like a complete idiot.

"You idiot," Tony shouted at me. "Oh man boss is going to kill you," he threatened me.

"Not if we kill him first," Ziva was clearly annoyed. "You better come and explain it to Gibbs," she said. That was something I didn't like the sound of. This couldn't turn out too well. But I had no choice but to obey.

NCIS BULLPEN

I stood there and listened as I copped an earful of Gibbs' ranting about how I screwed over their case. I eventually had to lower my eyes. My ears were beginning to hurt. Oh boy, could Gibbs shout when he's angry. Everybody was looking in the direction of the Bullpen. I had tried to apologize but I couldn't fit a word in each way. Now, the Director had come down to see what the ruckus was about. It was time for self preservation.

When you want to appear sad, just think of the most depressing thing you could think of. So I did. The director may act tough, but I know she cared for every employee under her command. I started sniffling. With Gibbs' attitude, I was sure I wouldn't be the only one that Gibbs had caused to cry.

"Agent Gibbs!" Jenny interrupted. She was given the quick version of events to what had caused this outrage. "Now look, it's not his fault that the investigations had crossed path. For the duration of he case, he is on your team," she said afterwards.

Whoa, that happened quickly. I couldn't help but give a goofy smile. "That idiot?" Team Gibbs said in unison. I felt my smile quickly fade.

"Yes... That idiot," Jenny responded before leaving.

"I don't know what you did... But don't expect any nice treatment from us," Gibbs said.

"Aren't you going to welcome me aboard?" Bloody hell, I really need to think before opening my mouth.

"What took you so long getting back?" Ziva asked me.

"I guess I'm just too much of a defensive driver," A light came on in my mind. I had a great idea. "Ziva... Your driving skills are so well known in Oz... You think you can teach me some driving?" I asked hopefully.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you call me by my first name? You really been acting like you know us... We only just met and you only came to work yesterday," Ziva said observantly. Yes that was true.

"I uh, guess I've just heard you talk like that. I just picked up on it," I shrugged my shoulders apologetically.

"I will give you some driving lessons," Ziva said.

"Ooh, somebody must have a death wish," Tony said and McGee laughed. Well even though it was off to a rocky start, at least things couldn't get too much worse from here on in... Hopefully.