Jethro Gibbs

Gibbs hated interns. They were either bright, overly sensitive kids who were always trying to please him, calling him "sir" or flattering him, or they were bright college students who thought they were "the big deal" and were excited to fire a gun.

What I didn't expect was a real boy. About sixteen years old. Not even of legal age. Probably not even licensed. And yet, there you were.

"Are you... out hiking or something?"

The special agent searched for a school T-shirt, a backpack, heck, even a lunchbox... but found nothing. An NCIS visitor badge was hanging from your clothes.