A/N! This is not supposed to be Mary Sue! Rosa does have flaws! She can be a mean, pushy, sharp tongued bitch when she wants to be! I repeat! Not Mary Sue! I had this problem with another one of my fics.

There's another OC in this chapter but she's minor. She won't show up again. I just needed an agent and I had a brain fart and couldn't think of one!

This is going to be Timmy/Rosa. I like Abby and all, but I admit I've gotten tired of the McAbby pairing.

Enjoy!

Once the officials got wind that Rosa had been a gang member, things took a downward spiral. No matter what Gibbs, Tim, or Tony said, the officials insisted that Rosa be put in handcuffs and driven to the police station. Gibbs finally got a word in. "Her case is in NCIS jurisdiction! She was imprisoned with NCIS agents!" They agreed, if only because Gibbs was getting downright pissed. Eventually they were all taken to NCIS headquarters, even though Rosa was still taken in the back of a police car.

The agents shuffled off to get showers in the locker rooms. They met again with Director Shepard, Ziva, and Ducky in an observation room adjacent with one of the interrogation rooms in their sweats. At least they were clean. The same could not be said for Rosa, unfortunately. She was seated alone in the interrogation room, looking at the mirrored window separating them with apprehension. She was still in the same clothing and still covered in grime. Gibbs glared pointedly at Jenny. She stubbornly didn't even glance at him. She was a little unnerved, though, when both Tony and McGee shot her rather venomous glances. Gibbs, and even Tony, she could handle. But mild mannered McGee? She hadn't seen him this pissed off over something sense that incident with his sister.

A tall brunette agent strolled into the interrogation room. She was slim, pretty, and confident. There was instant animosity between the two. Tim watched in fascination as Rosa's eyes changed from their normal dark hazel to a stormy blue-grey so dark it was like watching storm clouds rolling in. Her full lips curled into an ugly sneer. "Who the hell are you? Where's Gibbs?" she demanded.

"I am Agent Barker." The woman said, tilting her nose up in the air in the snootiest way possible. She can't have worked a day in her life, Rosa thought, childishly ignoring the fact that this woman was an agent and had probably earned the right to pack a gun. "I have questions for you. Where Agent Gibbs is at the moment is none of your concern." Agent Barker stayed standing, hoping to intimidate the blonde. However, Rosa was short to begin with, so she was very used to looking up at people, and the brunette's tactic had no effect what-so-ever.

"Then shoot, Bitchy Barker." You pug faced stick. Rosa added mentally. Her eyes burned spitefully out from under her eyelashes.

"Uh oh, bitch fight." Tony murmured. He got a head slap in lieu of an order to shut up.

Barker narrowed her eyes, but went on. "Why were you in the cell with the agents?"

"I told Gibbs. I tried to get out. I tried to leave. I went to sleep last night determined I was going to leave today, but they knew, and in the middle of the night they woke me up, beat the shit out of me, and threw me in a cell so they could kill me when they saw fit. That's half the fun for them: letting people stew so they'd say just about anything to live, and then killing them anyway." She had stood up during her rant, and now she glared hotly into the agent's eyes, challenging her.

"Yes… ah…" Agent Barker was at a loss. She shook herself, and went on.

"She's strong." Ducky said quietly.

"Yeah, and she can be a bitch when she wants to be." Gibbs said, remembering Rosa's first spiteful look at Barker.

Hearing the respect in Gibbs', the self-professed bastard, voice, Jenny sighed. She had better keep White out of jail or else Gibbs might never forgive her. "I'll see what I can do to get her on your team," she said to the agents, and left the observation room.

"On our team? Wha…?" Dinozzo asked dumbly. Hope crept onto Gibbs' and Tim's faces.

After the interrogation, Jenny calmly walked into the room. "Ms. White," she greeted.

"Director Shepard," Rosa responded. Her voice was still low and gravelly, almost raw, and her eyes were still like thunderclouds.

"The government still wants to put you in jail for your past crimes." The Director's voice was matter-of-fact and her face stoic.

"Of course."

"I have an option for you."

"Which is…?"

"Work on Gibbs' team for NCIS. Permanently, and on probation." The tension in the room almost reeked.

Finally, Rosa gave the slightest of nods. "I will." Her voice was tired.

"The slightest of infractions will get you carted off to jail. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Agent David will show you to the showers and lend you some sweats." With that she turned around and stalked out.

She greeted Ziva relatively warmly when she showed up to show Rosalind to the showers. She was part of Gibbs', Tony's, and Tim's team. Yeah, she played favorites.

Ziva left Rosa alone. The blonde sat on a bench and found herself lost in memories. Her father, lifting her into his arms, teaching her how to shoot, teaching her how to drive, his stoic face as he refused her affections at the end. Her mother, teaching her self-defense, them laughing at some book or another, her kissing her forehead before she ran for the school bus, her angry, yelling face so close to hers. Her holding her newborn baby brother, her helping him with his homework, her teaching him how to shoot a gun, his sneering face turning away from her to focus on the TV. Her running, running so far, for so long, until she reached D.C. Padre del Diablo, looking like a savior. Her, rising fast in the ranks of the gang, finally appreciated for who she was. Only now did she realize it was all fake. She had realized over the past few months how truly evil her so-called hermanos were. She had wanted out so bad. And now she was. Was it safe to cry now, after three years? Three years wasn't all that long to most, but to her they had seemed like an eternity.

Abby was curious. She had just been informed that a young woman had been added to the team. To hear Tony and Gibbs talk about her, she had to really smart. And she had only to look at McGee to know that this Rosalind person had captured his affections. She had to investigate.

The Goth stepped quietly into the shower room and stopped dead. There was quiet sobbing coming from the stall farthest from her. The shower was going, so Abby didn't really need to be as quiet as she tried to be. Glancing in the stall, she saw one of the most heart-wrenching things she had ever seen. Rosa was huddled in a tiny ball in the corner of the stall, drenched. She had crawled in and turned on the water in hopes that no one would bother her. She hadn't even taken her clothes off. Her eyes were pale grey and sunken, surrounded by shadows. Her hair was lank and wet, and it stuck to her body and sodden clothing. "Go 'way," she begged the dark-haired intruder.

Abby, being the kind person she was, couldn't bring herself to let Rosa cry alone. She turned off the water and plopped down beside the soaking woman and hugged her. Rosa's shallow breathing hitched. Abby rested her chin on the top of her head and made comforting little noises. Rosa fought back wave after wave of nostalgic grief. "Shhh, it's OK," Abby murmured, "you're one of us now."