To be fair, seeing true magick at work could be disturbing, but the open starring was starting to get on Rosa's nerves. No one had moved. Everyone's jaws were somewhere around their ankles, except Gibbs'. But his eyes were wider than she had ever seen them. "Um… It's safe to enter now?" She phrased it as a question, unsure if where she stood with them. Predictably, Gibbs was the one that regathered himself first. He stepped gingerly into the room, glancing at the ceiling warily. He resumed taking pictures as if nothing happened.

"Duck! The body," he reminded his friend.

"Ah, yes, uh, Rosa, is it safe…?" He didn't want to enter the circle unless the resident magick expert said it was ok. She nodded in understanding and carefully stepped over the now much less foreboding salt line. She looked around herself with interest before she nodded at Ducky again. It was safe.

Gibbs growled under his breath. He wasn't superstitious by nature, but his gut had alerted him to the danger of this place right off the bat. He was angry with himself that he had not been ready for the "Threat from Above", as Tony called it, but was glad that someone knew what was going on. Or a version of what was going on. But one of his team had just used herself as a test subject to see if a certain area was safe. Didn't Rosa have a sense of self-preservation? He would have to talk to her about this…

Palmer, Rosa noticed, kept shooting her strange looks. She didn't like it. She couldn't decipher the look. But he kept glancing at her! She knew it wasn't a friendly look either. "Do you have something to say to me?" she finally burst.

Palmer spluttered for a moment, and the rest of the team looked up in interest. "It's just, just, eh, magic isn't real!" he almost hollered in frustration.

Rosalind's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Magic isn't real." Her teammates stared at her in confusion. "Magick, spelled with a k at the end, mind you, is, however, very real. It is also very dangerous. Now, are you gonna keep staring at me like I'm a freak because of my freakin' religion, or are you gonna accept it and move on?" Needless to say, her tone was very defensive.

"Umm… moving… on?" Palmer squeaked, looking very taken aback. Well, what'd he expect?

After giving Palmer one last glare, she turned to Gibbs and gave him a look that said "What now?"

"What do you think happened, Rosa?" he asked her, partly to train her to ask these questions on her own, partly searching for the purpose of the dark magick.

"I don't know. It wasn't a spell aimed to hurt someone else, at least not at the same moment as this guy's death-"

"Sargent Devon Shoan."

"Come again?"

Ducky sighed. "His name is Sargent Devon Shoan." He handed a wallet to Gibbs, who looked at it himself and nodded.

"Anyways, Sargent Shoan might have been the tool instead of the main target, but I'm not sure of that at all. Once we have the timeline down, I might know more, but that isn't probable either. Gotta know the witch's intention."

Gibbs grunted. That had just gone in one ear and out the other. "Sketch the crime scene. Memorize the layout of this," he waved his arm around, "hocus pocus." Rosa scowled at that. Magick deserved more respect than that! But she got a sketch book and got down to business.

(Scene Change)

Back at HQ the rest of the team was getting off the elevator and headed towards the bullpen when Gibbs stopped Rosie. When the elevator doors closed he smacked the switch and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Rosa stared at Gibbs in the darkened space. "Wha…?"

"Don't you have any sense of self-preservation?"

She jerked back slightly. First full day and she was already in trouble. And she didn't even know what she did! "What'd I do?"

Gibbs gave a deep, loud sigh. "You used yourself to see if an area was safe. Couldn't you have tested the circle any other way?"

Rosalind shrugged. "Why do you care? I'm just the Probie, an ex-con at that."

"Emphasis on ex. You are part of my team, regardless of your background or religion, and it is my job to train, protect, and beat some sense into my team. Don't do something like that again! Am I clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good." He smacked the switch again and they swept into the bullpen, both of them quieter than ghosts.

(Scene Change)

"What do ya got for me, Duck?"

"Ah, Jethro! I think Abigail may be right in thinking your psychic."

"That would be Rosa, actually."

"Yes… What do you think of her?"

"If she was concerned about her own safety a bit more, I'd be completely fine with her. It was her, by the way, that suggested you might have something."

Ducky blanched for a millisecond, before muttering, "Dear God, she is another psychic." Gibbs laughed out loud.

Sobering, he asked, "So, COD?"

"Now that, my friend, is an interesting thing." He went over to where he had cut open Sargent Shoan's stomach. "He was poisoned before his blood was drained from this puncture wound in his neck." He pointed to the small wound puncturing Shoan's jugular.

"Do you know what it is?"

"Some sort of plant. I sent it to Abigail, she should know."

"Thanks, Duck."

(Scene Change)

"Gibbs!" Abby shrieked in surprise. She and Rosa were watching the computers do their thing and listening to Abby's techno music when Gibbs had snuck in.

He smiled innocently and noticed offhandedly noticed that Rosa seemed to have known that he was coming. He had been joking when he mentioned to Ducky that Rosa might be psychic, but know he wondered. Or was she just hard to sneak up on?

"What do ya got for me, Abs?"

"Nothing, yet. But the results on that plant Ducky found in your dead Sargent's stomach are almost done." Just as she finished speaking the computer beeped and Rosa made a low noise of disgust.

Gibbs squinted and read the result. "Deadly Nightshade…" he murmured.

A/N! SQUEEE! It's done! Review, please!