Gibbs hated interns. Either they were bright, overly emotional kids who were constantly trying to please, calling him ‘sir,’ or sucking up to the man, or they were hotshot college kids who thought they were going to be ‘all that’ and excited to shoot a gun.

What he didn’t expect, was an actual kid. Like, sixteen. Not even legal adult age kid. Probably doesn’t even have their license kid. Yet, here you were.

“Are you…on a field trip or something?” The special agent searched for a school shirt, a backpack, hell, even a lunchbox…but found none. An NCIS visitor badge hung from your clothes.