Credit: I do not, nor will I ever own NCIS or Alex Rider

This is my first fanfic ever so please help! I beg for constructive criticism!

Chapter 1:The Team

The elevator dinged telling Alex that he was at his destination- the third floor. Washington, D.C. was very peculiar in itself. Or at least the part he had seen on the car ride here from the airport. Ever since the SCORPIA incident outside of Royal & General Bank, he had been told to lay low. So now, a week after he had been shot, Alex was in D.C. while Jack stayed in England without him.

The doors opened and Alex stepped in a large area cluttered with desks in little groups. The doors to the elevator shut behind him and Alex made his way over to the large stairs leading to another floor when a man started to walk down the stairs. He had dark skin and was dressed professionally. He had on an impassive countenance and was striding purposely over to Alex which caught the attention of four agents in the group of desks closest to the stairs. "The man must be Leon Vance" Alex thought. Alex had been shown a picture of the NCIS director before his flight over.

Vance made his way over to the boy in the T-Shirt and jeans. He was young, no doubt about that. "Probably around 14 or 15. They told me someone important needed protection. Must be his son." Vance thought. With him, this did not make any sense and he knew that Gibbs would have objections. Not to protecting the kid, but having no explanation. Vance frowned to himself. "Leon Vance, director of NCIS" Vance introduced himself. "Alex Rider. It's a pleasure to meet you sir." Alex replied casually. Vance was momentarily taken aback by the British accent. "You will be looked over by my most capable team I assure you." Vance answered back. Turning to the team that was obviously eavesdropping, Vance made his way over to the desk with the oldest man.
"Gibbs, your team is to protect Alex Rider here until further notice. You will have no cases until then." With that Vance turned back to Alex. "It was a pleasure to meet you Alex." Alex watched Vance go up the stairs and then paid his full attention to the man addressed as Gibbs.

Alex stuck out his hand to shake Gibbs's own. "Alex Rider, sir." If Gibbs was surprised by his accent, he did a very good job covering it up. "Gibbs. This is DiNozzo or Tony, David or Ziva, and McGee." Gibbs said their name while pointing to each person who was still sitting at their desks staring at him. McGee was smiling slightly; Tony was gazing interestedly at him, while Ziva was scrutinizing him with a piercing gaze that unsettled him slightly. "How old are you?" McGee asked. "Fourteen going on fifteen in March." Alex replied. "So why are you here?" Ziva asked. She had an Israeli accent and was very pretty.

Feeling in the spotlight, Alex said "Classified" like it was the simplest answer in the world. To the team it just opened up more questions atop of the ones that were formed when Alex became their charge so suddenly. Gibbs's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly and Tony leaned forward in his chair. Seeing the questioning gazes and sensing a tidal wave of questions, Alex's voice became void of emotion. "I am not allowed to disclose information about myself or my past. Just by speaking about this lets you know some of it." Gibbs was shocked by the mature and slightly nerve-wreaking answer the boy gave. Alex then added in a tone that sounded more his age, "I'm not going to tell you so don't ask." With that, the fourteen year old walked to the space between Ziva and Gibbs's desk and sat down on the floor.

Tell me what you think! There is more where that came from. Any contributions to the story will be considered! R&R quickly so I can give you updates.