"Ok. So my previous employment was NCIS."
"NCIS...?"
"Navel Criminal Investigative Service."
"Oh, ok go on."
"Ok so I used to work at NCIS, under a man who was like a drill Sargent. He expected his team to do exactly what he wanted and he didn't exactly follow every rule to a T. In his mind, he had his own set of rules. And a lot of people respected him. Including me. I still do, in fact. He welcomed me with open arms and embraced the fact that I hadn't worked with an operation as large as NCIS before. His team, however, didn't like me at all. They hadn't lost any agents so they didn't think they needed another person. So when I joined, they were kind of bitter. They ignored me for most of the time, and only talked to me when they had to.
The team has a forensic specialist that was like my one and only friend. She was the only one who was actually polite to me. But I made the best of it, knowing that I had to get this experience before I go to the FBI.
"Except one mission, they kinda crossed the line. We were trying to save this daughter of a Navy SEAL who had been kidnapped for something, I cant even remember what for, but we were on a bridge and the unsub had the girl and was going to either shoot her, or push her over the edge, either way, she was going to die, and it looked like we couldn't save her, until I had an idea. I charged him and he was surprised, but pushed her off and shot me in the shoulder. The girl had grabbed onto the side railing and the unsub pushed her off. I jumped in after her and saved her life. The others made the arrest and made sure the girl was ok, she was, I had hypothermia for a week and no one realized I was missing. And when I came back they told me I was crazy for jumping in after her and I really shouldn't have done that, blah, blah, blah, and I resigned a week later."
