Jethro Gibbs was late. Something he did on purpose. He enjoyed catching DiNozzo, Ziva, and McGee doing something they shouldn't have been.
As he stood in the elevator, he wondered what they might be up to. DiNozzo would no doubt be eating something, with Ziva standing over him talking. McGee would either be with Abby, or playing some game on his computer.
When he exited the elevator and looked around though, no one was at their desk. He glared, and started off to the forensic lab.
Abby was drinking a Caf-Pow, and humming. She didn't notice Gibbs until he was standing in front of her.
"Abs, where the hell is my team?" He stared her down, waiting for an answer.
"Well, they're in Leon's office."
"Why? They work for me, not him."
Abby shielded herself, then answered. "They're welcoming the new special agent."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this." He yelled, while making his way to the Director's office.
He opened the door, and saw Ziva standing next to Leon, arms crossed, and DiNozzo trying to charm some girl. McGee was standing in the back. He knew Gibbs wouldn't be happy, and being out of sight would help some.
"What the hell is going on, Leon? What's this about a new agent? I'm not training someone new. Especially on short notice."
Leon walked over to Gibbs, and patted him on the back.
"Calm down, Jethro. She won't need any training. She is a former FBI agent."
"Great. Just wonderful."
Leon sighed at Gibbs' sarcastic tone.
"This is Heather. Otherwise now known as Special Agent Smith."
Jethro examined her closely. She was a tall, skinny yet curvy girl, who couldn't have been older than 27. She had wavy, chestnut hair that fell on the center of her back. Her forest green eyes were full of determination. She stood with her shoulders back, like she feared nothing. Gibbs liked that in an agent. Of course, he wouldn't like her.
She smiled and put her hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working with you."
"You shouldn't." Jethro replied, then left. Heather awkwardly pulled her hand back.
DiNozzo hugged her. "Don't worry, his bark his worse than his bite. I'm here for you."
Ziva was tempted to make a puking sound. "Come on, DiNozzo. We have to go. McGee, you still hiding?"
"Nope." He reappeared and walked out quickly, followed by Ziva and DiNozzo.
Heather turned awkwardly to Leon. He smiled at her reassuringly.
"He didn't bite your head off, so don't worry, he likes you."
Heather gulped and walked out.
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Jethro continued to glare at Heather from his desk, which was right across from her's. He didn't trust FBI agents, especially the females. The ones he had previously met reminded him of his ex-wives, which was never a good thing.
Heather felt someone staring at her. She looked up and smiled at Gibbs. He scowled and looked down.
"Smith, come here."
Heather walked over to him. "Special Agent Gibbs, I would like to be called Heather."
He stood up, and looked down at her. "You can call me Gibbs, and I'll call you Smith. Got it? Now", Gibbs picked up his coffee cup and handed it to her, "I need a refill. I prefer my coffee black. I expect one on my desk every morning. Welcome to the NCIS." He smirked and sat back down.
Heather frowned and was on her way to get Gibbs his coffee when she was called.
"Psst. Psst. Hey, come here!"
Heather entered the forensic lab nervously. A short, gothic-looking girl was sitting in front of a microscope, not aware of her.
"Excuse me, did you call me in here?"
"Yeah." Abby jumped out of the chair and walked over. "I'm Abby. You're the new agent, right? I'm the forensic scientist. So, how are you fitting in?"
Heather was taken aback by Abby's friendliness. For someone who dressed so depressingly, she sure was happy. Heather smiled. Finally, someone here who wanted to know more about her. And not just to get in her pants, like that DiNozzo.
"Well, not so well. Gibbs hates me."
"No, he just doesn't like newbies. Training them can be a pain in the ass."
Heather shook her head. "He won't need to train me. I'm a former FBI agent."
Abby raised her eyebrows. "THAT'S why he hates you."
"What does he have against the FBI?"
Abby shrugged. "Well, his third wife married a FBI agent after divorcing him, but I don't think that's why."
Heather raised her eyebrows. "He's been married three times!"
Abby smiled. "Four, but that's off the record. He also doesn't trust the FBI. They've been known to meddle in cases that are rightfully ours!" She slammed her fist on the table. "We at NCIS demand justice!"
Heather smiled. She was starting to like Abby.
Abby looked down and noticed the coffee cup in Heather's hand. "Sent to get coffee for Gibbs, I see."
Heather scowled. "Yeah. Aren't I lucky?"
Abby laughed, and patted Heather on the shoulder. "Don't worry. You won't have to do it for long...hopefully. Now go get his coffee, before he gets angry."
Once Heather retrieved the coffee, she headed back to the main floor. Gibbs watched her walk over to him.
"What took so long? Get lost? Get it together, we have a case. You're coming with me. Ziva and DiNozzo are taking another car." He started for the exit. Heather stood there, confused.
"Come on Smith, we have a case. That means get your ass out the door. NOW!"
Gibbs held the door open until she walked up, then swiftly walked out and closed it in her face.
Heather wasn't sure what to expect from the NCIS, but this sure wasn't it. She rolled her eyes and opened the door, then reluctantly followed Gibbs. She DID answer to him, now.
The New Girl by Jesi
Author's Chapter Notes:
Special Agent Gibbs is not happy. Why? There's a new girl. Former FBI agent, to be exact. This girl is instantly on his bad side, just for that fact. Her name is Heather. She's sarcastic and spunky, and will change Gibbs' life, if he'll let her.