Hey Loz here well this is it the first chapter He he he I hope you like it, Sacha and I have been working on this for a while. Please if your gonna flame, expect it back we have our own accounts to you know and we don't like flames as much as anyother writer. well anywayz thats me loz xx

It was cold. No, that wasn't right, it was freezing. The former Caitlin Todd, now Katrina Roes, was curled up in front her fire place; her feet tucked under her to keep them warm, in front of her sat a steaming cup of hot chocolate. She snuggled deeper into her oversized lounge chair and opened the book in her lap. Deep Six, she had laughed when she first read the back of the book, knowing all the characters, well the people they were based on, all but Lisa. Her replacement, she guessed. For a minute she wondered what Tim McGee would have changed her name to. It hadn't taken her very long at all to figure out that Thom E. Gemcity was really an anagram for Timothy McGee It was clever but then again, Tim had always been a smart person.

She picked up the book and opened it to the first page; soon she was lost in the world of L .J. Tibbs, so lost in fact, she didn't realize how late it was getting till her grandfather clock struck one. She put the book down on her coffee table and noticed her now-cold hot chocolate, long forgotten. As she rinsed the cup out and started preparing for bed, she couldn't help but compare her old friends to their fictional counter-parts.

Amy, the gothic forensic scientist, L.J. Tibbs, the fearless leader, and Agent McGregor, the slightly newer agent of the bunch, but the one who got Kate's attention the most was Special Agent Tommy. In Kate's eyes, he fit Tony to a T. Reading about him made her long to see him again. She wanted to be able to tell him all she didn't before she "died." She wanted to call him, hear his voice. Even if she could though, it was far too late at night for that. Giving up on practically pointless wishing, she resigned herself to bed and dreamt of the day she could see him again.

"Fornell, what difference does it make now? Ari's dead, I'm alive, the protection has served its purpose." Kate tried to reason with the stubborn man.

"It makes all the difference. If they know you're alive, they'll want you back and that can't happen. As long as everyone thinks you're dead, you're safe. Who knows how many of Ari's associates are out there that blame you for his death. Caitlin Todd is dead, end of discussion." He said walking away from her. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You're not my father, thankfully, so what gives you the right to speak to me like I'm a child? We are both adults and if you can't handle the fact that Gibbs would kill you for keeping this from him, it's not my problem. You had better start running now because if you won't tell them I will and I'll make damn sure they all know it was you that kept me away from them for so long. They'll know it was you who also arranged my so-called death." Fornell turned around and grinned menacingly.

"You wouldn't do that. You don't have the guts to hurt them like that. It hurt them so much when you died, you returning now will only cause more problems. You can't hurt them again. I know you can't."

Kate started after him, glaring, yet knowing there was at least some truth in what he just said. The fact that to them she was dead had hurt them greatly, it hurt her too, but she didn't see how returning would hurt them.

After finishing "Deep Six" two days later, Kate had had enough. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed her friends back. She needed Tony. Knowing it was a stupid idea to just show up at NCIS headquarters, she wracked her brain for another way to contact them. Email was too impersonal and a letter was too old fashioned. It was then that she decided that a phone call would be the only way to go.

She punched the familiar number into her phone. She had thought about doing this so many times and now she was. The other end of the line was picked up after 5 rings.

"Agent DiNozzo, NCIS." Tony said into the receiver.

"That's very formal Tony."

Tony almost dropped the phone. "Kate?"

"The one and only. I'm glad you still recognize my voice."

Like he could forget it, Tony mused. Then realization hit him.

"No…no, this can't be Kate, she's dead. Look you bitch, I don't know who you are, but if you ever prank this office pretending to be…" He trailed off. "I'll hunt you down and read you your Miranda rights before arresting you and throwing your punk-ass in jail for fraud and calling a federal office without due cause." And he hung up.

"But Tony…" Kate tried, but the line was dead. She put the phone down, deciding that it wasn't worth the pain it would cause both of them to try again today. Instead she went into her room and pulled out one of her most beloved pictures and cried.

"Who was that?" Ziva asked Tony, seeing his reaction to the phone call.

"Just some punk-assed kid trying to pull a prank. She said she was Kate." Tony laughed. Ziva laughed to, but it was forced. After a few minutes, as to not look suspicious, she stood up and left the bull-pen. Pulling out her cell she went through her phone book to find a particular number.

"Hello, it's Ziva, I need an address…"

Hey, Sacha here too. Well I hope you like the first chapter. Don't forget to R&R. Reviews let us know you've enjoyed the story and tell us how to improve.

Thanks, Sacha xox