"Line up according to last name and be ready for the interview that could make or break your career" the Sergeant said.
As I walked in to my first interview with a man and a shrink from a ship that was stationed in the gulf I realized it was going to be a long day. I handled myself pretty well all things considered. On the second interview I was pissed at the shrink from the first interview and sort of snapped when he asked me about my family and I got up to punch him when my friend rushed in and saved the bastards scrawny little neck. Finally I got close to the end and my hopeful future when the idiot asks me if I had problems with my temper and I lost it again before my friend could stop me I stood up walked over to him and knocked him out cold.
"Ohh no" I whispered to myself as my friends started rushing in to stop me but it was too late.
"God Damn it Christy why today" my friend sighed.
Just then Hetty and Callen walked in with a shrink behind them who was looking at me with big eyes as if scared at what was about to happen.
Hetty stepped forward and said "I do believe you all have interviews and Christy I believe you have one last interview with us."
What my brain screamed but all I said was "yes mama."
As I walked into the room I saw Callen smirking at me and I figured that was because he found my situation immensely funny and from a by standers perspective it was funny. But from where I was I had no future any where and I had just lost my dream job because I couldn't control myself. Hetty turned to me and began asking me questions on my training and throwing random questions about my life. It was easier that way I found and when we were finished I realized I had just passed my psych test.
Part of the problem with shrinks asking me questions is that I don't know that much about my past as a shrink once said I had a major traumatic event when I was like 11 or 12 and I can't remember anything before that except that I was dropped at an orphanage half starved with cuts and broken bones. When no one claimed me I was put in the foster system. Then at 18 I realized the only way to survive was to enlist and I had always loved the water so the natural choice was the navy.
"I have your responses to the interviews" Sergeant Graves said walking into the dorm common room where we were sitting watching TV.
He passed them out everyone had at least 3 or 4 for each person except me one lonely envelope sat on the table and I was terrified it wouldn't be the right one.
My friend squeaked "I got accepted to the NCIS HQ in DC."
"Congrats" I said distractedly as I stared straight at the sealed white envelope.
"Ohh give that to me" she said snatching my envelope off the table and opening it "I mean seriously why won't you just open it it isn't like it can bite."
Her mouth fell open and a look of pity came across her face as she read it. "I'm so sorry your going to get skin cancer"
"What are you talking about" I said miserably.
"You got accepted to L.A. congrats" she shrieked.
WHAT? YES! Wait you were messing with me. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I bellowed as I took off after her.
We were all sitting in the airport waiting for our planes to our various locations. Robert was off to Iran to work on the front line. Devyn was off to a ship that was touring the world and meeting with all of the U.S. allies. Allison was off to the NCIS HQ in DC. Michaela was off to a ship in the gulf to help with the oil spill efforts. And Logan was off to the undercover HQ somewhere in the country. One by one we slowly boarded our planes to our various locations while Logan and I boarded a private plane to the undercover HQ.
I hate undercover work but I can understand that if my country needs me I will need to step up which is what was happening right now. I had been called a day before we were going to leave with a request that I come to work with them on a quick case and then they would leave me alone for as long as I wanted.