𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ━━ 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐨

ONE | new girls

I stumble out of the passenger seat of the car, trying not to trip over the dry leaves sprawled across the ground.

"That is the last time I'm ever letting you drive." I shoot a glare in Kate's direction.

Since Kate's photo ID hasn't been issued, I show mine and get the two of us into the crime scene.

"God. Is this for real?" She sees the body that has literally impaled an SUV, splattering his blood almost everywhere.

"Unfortunately, my dear, it is." Ducky stands perched on a tall ladder as he checks on the injuries of our dead Marine Corporal. "Welcome to your first crime scene with us, Caitlin, Evaline."

"The new girls." Tony chuckles amusingly.

"What about Air Force One?" Kate brings up the events from two weeks ago.

Ducky shakes his head. "Doesn't count. You were in the Secret Service, and you were a private investigator." I slip on the pair of gloves Gibbs hands me. "Hey, Tony, take a team photo for posterity."

"Forget posterity. The sun's going to be up soon." Gibbs cuts in. "Welcome to NCIS." He holds open a shoebox with a pair of working boots.

"How'd you know my size?" Kate lifts one of them up.

"Put 'em on." Gibbs adjusts an NCIS hat on my head. "Can't work a field in high heels."

"Try me."

To help Ducky examine the body, I venture into the vehicle with my legs still dangling outside. Of course, I should have realized my mistake sooner.

A flash goes off behind me, and I snap around to see Tony with the camera in his hand.

He nods his head in approval. "In that outfit, you could definitely be the NCIS poster girl."

By the time morning comes, the four of us are on a Navy base camp. Specifically the one our dead corporal trained in.

After talking with the troop's commanding officer, Gibbs starts handing out orders "Tony, Evaline, shoot and sketch. Especially the static lines." We stand behind the aircraft. "Kate and I will start the interrogations."

Tony goes in first, holding out his hand to help me in.

But I step in myself.

"Jumping's gotta be so cool." He gushes in awe and admiration.

I take out the camera. "It is."

"You've seriously jumped?" His brows practically touch his forehead.

"Like it's hard."

Back in headquarters, we split up so that Kate and Gibbs go down to Autopsy and Tony and I stick around with Abby.

"Woah." Since getting recruited by NCIS, this is my first time down in the forensics lab. "I totally vibe with the paintings." I look around the room. "Chagall with a touch of Manson family."

Abby, the team's forensics scientist, squints at the painting, her head tilted to the side in thought. "That's the most perfect way to describe it."

"Got the tox screen results yet?" Tony interrupts our art session.

"Yup. Right over her." She leads to her desk. "The victim tested positive for Percocet and Vicodin. Double your pleasure, double your fun." The monitor mounted on the wall provides a microscopic view of the blood cells.

I try to understand the numbers on display. "What percent are we looking at?"

"Point-one-seven. He was slow-juiced like a koala bear." Weird comparison, but alright. "My guess is that he popped right before he dropped." She makes a guess.