About Me: I am a new writer of fan fiction, but i have been an avid reader for a couple of years. I am 36 years old. I live in the United States. Im available to beta. While I still very much adore NCIS my current love/obsession is Fifty Shades of Grey and that's what I am currently reading and betaing. I have yet to dip a toe into the fifty shades fic pool but I am oh so tempted.

My current 'ships are: Fifty Shades of Grey: Christian/Ana HEA /NO CHEATING. Elliot/Kate

NCIS: McGee/ Abby ( i think they belong together), Tony/Ziva , and some Gibbs/Jenny

Bones: Booth/Bones, Angela/Hodgens

JAG: Harm/Mac

CSI:NY: Danny/Lyndsay, Mac/Stella

LO:CI: Goren/Eames

CSI:Miami: Speed/Calleigh

The X-Files:Mulder/Scully

I am also a huge fan of La Femme Nikita. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox You Know you are seriously addicted to NCIS when: Your computer malfunctions and looking around for McGee to fix it. T he television network shows a promo for a re-screen and you can name episode title AND number. You wander the convenience stores hoping to find Caff-Pow. You have an overwhelming desire to head slap anyone who ticks you off You find yourself scanning bookstore shelves for a copy of "Deep Six" You find yourself calling the office junior 'Probie' You see everywhere someone who reminds you of an NCIS character, you could swear they were their double, when they're probably nothing like them! You actually consider a spider web tattoo on your neck You begin building a boat in your basement just like th you're e one Gibbs has You super-glued your co-worker's fingers to his keyboard and then left the room You look on the Internet for a Mighty Mouse stapler You postpone needed surgery because you might still be under when the show comes on You ask a bunch of nuns if you can bowl with them You take to drinking strong black sugarless pop by the gallon You teeter on impossible stilettos You confuse English expressions You start talking to any dead creature You talk to your PC, CD player, TV and all other forms of technology in your life You hold conferences with your neighbours in the lift in your block of flats You drive at breakneck speed ignoring traffic and traffic signs You take to wearing a dog collar with studs or spikes instead of pearl necklaces You dye your hair red You're convinced your life will be complete if only you can obtain a farting hippo stuffed toy that you can name Bart You dye your hair black and wear it in pigtails You become a Goth You start wearing black lipstick You have a penchant for long winded stories Your catchphrase becomes "D'ya think?" or "On it boss!" You write novels using your workmates as your source of inspiration You get into forensic science Your favourite hat is a bright orange beanie You only notice young men who wear Italian designer label suits/footwear or silver-haired blue-eyed men who buy their clothes from Sears You start referring to water cooler gossip as 'scuttlebutt' You refer to the loo/restroom as the 'head' -- and you were never in the Navy You talk about 'zulu time' You 'profile' any potential friend/boyfriend/girlfriend/customer/neighbour You insist that the second B in your name stands for 'B' - even if your name doesn't have a B in it! You can eat cold pizza without your stomach churning You can go on a frat holiday to Panama Beach You have frat brothers even if you haven't the foggiest what that is You start threatening people that bug you that you'll kill them 18 different ways with a paper clip, if they don't shut up. Take to calling men 'skirt chasers' Seriously look into getting color-contacts and try to copy the exact tint of Gibbs' eyes. or which ever character floats your boat. You give up sunbathing to get that alabaster coloured skin You sleep with a gun under your pillow You give your lover honey dust You take a liking to the smell of sawdust You have problems using chopsticks when eating Chinese take-away The idea of building a boat in your basement, even though you will have no way to get it out of the basement when completed without demolishing several walls, seems like a sane, rational, intelligent thing to do. Drinking bourbon neat becomes your favourite tipple You give up watching the 6 Nations Cup (rugby) to watch baseball Get your partner to wear comfortable loafers instead of Doc Martens You start addressing people, particularly men, by their surname, dropping the 'mister' entirely. You connect with kids when before you'd have run a mile You become versed in ballistics You become fascinated by military acronyms You begin calling your boss "Director" You call wild drivers "Zivas" You discover you can instill fear in people simply by glaring at them When a friend asks for support you say 'on your six' You think the FBI is inefficient You consider you and your lover having a quickie at the local morgue You begin to wonder what sex in an armoured personnel carrier would be like. You suddenly like men dressed in Gunnery Sergeant uniforms with or without the cover (cap/hat) You want your kids/lover/partner to carry a GPS chip about their person so they can be located at any time You become a bomb disposal expert You consider renaming your children/grandchildren Je