Tim stared when Rosa walked into the bullpen. Clean, she was almost a different person. Worn out flip flops adorned her feet, too-long, grey sweat pants hung casually from her hips, and a plain brown tank top hugged her curves. Platinum blond highlights in her darker blond hair where visible now that her long curly locks were clean and brushed out. Her eyes were ever so slightly red, like she had been crying, but they were greenish blue, a color of contentment and relief. All in all, McGee thought she was beautiful.

"Do I have something in my teeth?"

Her question, coupled with Tony's head slap and command of "Quit starring at the lady, Probie," snapped Tim out of his slight stupor.

"Ah, no. You're fine," was his mumbled reply.

"Paperwork, people, paperwork. Don't matter how much we hate it." Gibbs said as strode in. The team groaned but got on it. "Over here, Rosa, is your desk." He led her to the closest empty cubicle. The desk wasn't facing the others, and there was a wall between them. Gibbs seemed almost apologetic. Not really, but as close as Gibbs could get.

She nodded and sat down on the chair. She was delighted to find it was capable of spinning, changing height, and reclining some-what. She pushed off with her feet and the chair spinned. "Wheee!" she cackled quietly to herself. Gibbs raised an eyebrow but let it go.

Ziva smiled at the younger woman, glad she was feeling better. Her thoughts drifted to about a half-hour ago, when she had walked into the showers to find Abby doing her best to comfort a seemingly distraught Rosa. She had helped them both to their feet, before soothing the blond best she could. Which really wasn't much. She never did do well with feelings. Eventually she had both women a little calmer. She loved Abby like a sister and all, but the Goth could get hysterical at the slightest provocation.

Now Rosa was clean and dressed in Ziva's spare set of clothing, spinning happily in her office chair. She almost seemed juvenile. Or crazy. But if that were the case, she'd fit right in.

"Tony!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"Give Rosa your old Probationary Officer Booklet."

"Yes, Boss!" Tony dug around in his desk drawers before finding the age-worn booklet. "Here ya go, Rosie." Rosa would have glared at him if her eyes would stop twitching. She far to dizzy to do anything but take the damned booklet, much less express her displeasure at her new nickname.

An hour later, Rosa was ready to pull her hair out. The word 'dry' didn't even begin to describe the little booklet from hell. "Hey, Rosa?" She looked up, happy for the distraction. A couple of officers (don't ask her to know their rank!) stood at attention facing Gibbs.

"We found Ms. White's personal belongings, sir. Most had been burned, but we found this much in a hidden compartment." The officer that spoke unceremoniously plopped a duffle bag on Gibbs' desk. It seemed rather toasted around the edges. Gibbs gave them an unimpressed stare before beckoning Rosa over. She stepped lightly, stopping just out of reach of the officers. She carefully dug through the crispy bag, more thankful than ever she had packed and hid her get-away bag before going to bed the night before. The duffle contained her driver's license, some cash, her favorite clothing, and a few other important documents and possessions.

"If that will be all sir-"

"That is not all." Rosa's voice was like a whip. All the agents noticed that her eyes were like thunderclouds for the second time that day. Tony leaned forward in anticipation. Tim leaned back in apprehension. Ziva and Gibbs perked up a little bit, ready to break up (or aid) in a fight. "You," she snapped at the one who hadn't spoken the whole time, "Left knee pocket. Give." Her voice was never raised, but she seemed to hold the same type of authority that Jenny was famous for. They soldier blushed heavily, and from his pocket drew a small brown package. He handed it to Rosa, never meeting her gaze. She stowed it safely away and nodded with finality. Her eye color changed at the same speed as the Iowa weather, and the blue green depths sparkled happily at the bullpen's occupants. "That's all," she said cheerfully before bouncing away to her desk, half charred duffle slung easily over her shoulder.

More time passed quietly after the two red-faced soldiers vacated the office as quickly as politely possible. When the team started packing up Rosa started shifting nervously in her chair, watching her new team mates with sad and worried blue eyes.

As he headed towards his favorite team, Ducky noticed her agitation. "My dear, do you have a place to stay the night?" he was rather appalled that no one had thought of this earlier. "My home his is much too big for just little old me. If you have nowhere else to stay tonight, you are welcome in my home."

"Thanks, Ducky!" she said, relieved. She got up, said her goodbyes to the team, and followed the doctor out to the elevator.