My name is Christina Ellis Grey-Booth, I am the youngest daughter of the late Dr. Ellis Grey. Yeah, that Ellis Grey. The one who wrote the Grey Method. My mother was practically royalty in the medical field right after the Avery's. Unlike my older sister Meredith, I was a mistake. According to my mother, she got drunk and had a one-night stand with my father who was on shore leave from the Military when they had met at a bar. One night of sex with a broken condom later and I was the result. It wasn't until I was thirteen that I sought out my father. My mother had always preferred work over my sister and I and when she didn't, she preferred Meredith. Not that I ever held it against her, but it would be nice to have at least one parent want me. Or so I thought.
After almost a year of being stonewalled from my mother and the Military I finally had his name. Edwin Thomas Booth. Once I had his name it didn't take me long to track him down, hacking my way through the government servers and almost being caught twice before I had the information that I wanted. I almost wished I didn't. I found out that he was a former U.S. Airforce Pilot before he was dishonorably discharged due to aggressive behavior and unbecoming conduct of the U.S. Airforce. I found out he was married, even when he had spent the night with my mother, which infuriated me. I hate cheaters and to find out that not only am I the result of a drunken one-nighter, but a married cheating scum one-nighter devastated me. After further research I found out that I had two older half-brothers named Seeley and Jared Booth.
It took me another year before I worked up the courage to meet them, to say that the Booth boys were surprised to meet me was an understatement. If I hadn't provided DNA tests for Paternity, I doubt they would have listened to a thing I had said. It took while for them to accept me, it took even longer for my sister and my brothers to get along and deal with sharing their sister, but finally after two more years they did. By the time I was sixteen I had both of my brothers wrapped around my finger and my sister was resigned to sharing me and even grudgingly seeing them as her big brothers too. By then, both Booth brothers had already considered Meredith their grumpy little sister.
When I turned seventeen, I joined my brothers in the Military much to my mother's disdain and my sister's dismay. Even my brothers were against it, not wanting their baby sister in danger. But I put my foot down and they all begrudgingly accepted it if not approved of it. Unlike my father, who was in the U.S. Airforce, or Seeley who was in the Army as a Ranger. I joined Jared in the Marines. I worked my ass off to move through the ranks and prove myself, not only to my family and the army but myself as well. There weren't a lot of women in the Marines, so I had to work twice as hard, I had to deal with twice as much crap than a man did. It didn't help when I came out as a proud lesbian, it only made my life harder, but I refused to hide who I am and change for anyone.
It took me five years before I was forced to leave the Military, much to my disdain and everyone's relief. In those five years, I had gained the respect of my fellow Marines, I had moved up the ranks until I became Staff Sergeant of the Marine Expeditionary Force(MEF) Unit. I had the pleasure to be in one of the best unit of the Marines and I had the honor to lead my team, whom I considered them my family. Everything was great, until my unit and I came under an attack due to an IED, while on a supply run in Peru. We never saw it coming, out of my ten-unit team only three of us survived. Not that I knew it, when the enemy saw I was conscious and alive, they captured me for intel. It was even better to them that I was the only woman. I won't even get into the shit they put me through in the name of getting information on the U.S. Government and it's Military. By the time I escaped, it had been six months. My brothers were losing their minds and their Commanding Officer were losing their patience. It was only my escape that prevented their Commanding Officers from discharging them. My cell was left unlocked by a careless new recruit, and I managed to kill everyone at the base where I was held prisoner in before leaving. I managed to gain information of that terrorist cell and their connections before I left much to my superiors relief.
But it was too much, for me, my family and fellow Marines. I ended up becoming barren due to their-methods. I had PTSD a mile wide, I was paranoid and jumpy as hell. I had a concussion, broken ribs, GSW on my left shoulder, broken hands, lost my fingernails, broken clavicle and a dislocated right shoulder. It was bad, I had been transferred to Seattle Grace Hospital after the Marine Doctor found himself out of his depth and I needed more help than he could give. It was there that I saw my sister again, where she was an intern there. To say we were both a mess was an understatement.
Meredith had been keeping in contact with me and my brothers and when I was pronounced MIA, she lost her mind along with my brothers. It was only the fact that she knew that my brothers were still looking for me and updated her that allowed her to wake up in the morning. When Jared called her and told her that I was found, she felt like she could breathe again and arranged for me to be transferred to Seattle Grace so she can see me with her own eyes.
Once I had recovered from my surgery and was in recovery, I had met her friends and to say that I had a wonderful time with them was putting it mildly. They were a riot. The shit they got up to and their drama was very amusing and welcome to relieve me of my trauma and boredom. Seeley managed to get some shore leave to visit me in the hospital and to convince me to leave the Marines. I had tried to convince him that I was fine to return, but it was only when my Commanding Officer had to practically extort me to leave that I relented. Thankfully, since I was honorably discharged, I still had my benefits which would help me with not only my medical bills, but until I could find another job.
Eight months after my release from the hospital and I only had the scars and memories from my time abroad, I found myself visited by a fellow Marine. Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs had found out about what I had went through from one of my superiors who was worried about me and knew that I would be a benefit to the NCIS. It didn't take more than an hour to convince the both of us that I was a good fit, and the rest was history.
I worked with the NCIS for three years before I received a call from Seeley about a job offer. Apparently, a friend and mentor of his from the FBI Academy in Quantico had been asking him about me and heard good things. After checking with the Marine's about my service record and speaking with Gibbs and the Director, they had nothing but glowing praise. If that wasn't enough, my credentials outside of my combat experience and career history won him over. While I was serving the Marines, they had paid for me to be in college. Due to my high IQ of 225 and photographic memory it helped a lot with graduating early with multiple PHD's. I walked away from the Marines with PHD's in Computer Sciences, Cyber Security, Criminal Psychology, Criminal Justice and Forensics. I would have went for more, but honestly, I got bored of College, so I didn't.
After much convincing from my siblings, my coworkers and my girlfriends, Angela Montenegro, and Roxie Lyon, I accepted the offer. Even though I was a Marine for years, I still had to go to the FBI Academy, which honestly was a breeze for me. I passed with flying colors and at the top of my class with a record for the fastest Graduate in years. To say my family, friends and girlfriends were proud was an understatement. I am fairly sure that my neighbors were happy to see me move to Virginia to be close to my new job, both of my girlfriends, not so much. In the end we ended up having to separate. While we still loved each other, we were not comfortable with a long-distance relationship. To be honest we were already having issues with our Poly relationship anyway, this only would have caused things to turn ugly. Luckily, we parted as friends and I knew that I would always love them, but I needed to take this opportunity otherwise I would always regret it and wonder what if. So, with a heavy heart I left my brother, ex-girlfriends, and friends in Washington for Virginia.
That is where my adventure truly began, I would soon realize.