Disclaimer: I don't own any character of NCIS. Roselyn is my creation; she is not part of the show, and I am not affiliated with NCIS or it's creators in any way. This fanfiction is for pure creative entertainment. Enjoy!

"We can't keep her, Jen. We can't be her babysitters," Gibbs' tone was gentle, but suggestive. His face remained straight, as it usually was. A moment later the corner of his lip turned up in a slight, but charming smirk. So Gibbs like.

"You're forgetting, Jethro, that I've been down this road with you before. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me." Jenny smirked at her Senior field agent, her eyes wide with the knowledge of his games.

"It'll only be for a few days. Just until we find her parents," Gibbs relented, running a hand through his salt-pepper hair.

Jenny sighed and leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. "Alright, fine. Only for a few days, Jethro!" Jenny called, her neck extended slightly to make her voice heard. Gibbs was already retreating to the car to retrieve the girl.

I was ten then, and that was the moment that changed my life forever. One of them. I went from being the little girl with no friends and no family to joining the leading family of all of DC: NCIS. My parents were found four days after going missing; they were bound, gagged, beaten, my father shot, my mother strangled. I was scared and I was sad but Jenny… we connected on some level that I'd been trying to steer clear of. That I'd been trying to protect myself from. Gibbs and I… well he was a friend. He was kind, and gentle, and he was patient; he was also very easy to talk to, and I needed that. I needed them, and truth be told? They needed me.