My first story for NCIS. I know it might seem dumb but I wanted to give it a shot. So...here I go! Please enjoy and I do hope people can give some constructive criticism. Thank you again! It has been updated!


Blue eyes surveyed the building in front of her. Black hair moved in the breeze before the young woman squared her shoulders and moved forward.


For a very quiet morning in the NCIS Federal Building, it was too quiet for some. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was at his desk in the bullpen, glaring silently at his computer screen. For the tenth time in an hour he cursed out loud causing everyone working early to pause and look at him. He didn't know how to work that goddamn computer! Where was McGee when you needed the computer geek anyways? He called them all in about an hour ago!

As if answering his silent question the doors to the elevator opened with the normal ping and Timothy McGee came scrambling in with a tray full of coffee and Ziva and Tony on his heels.

"Morning boss!" The trio chorused, before throwing themselves into their respective desks. McGee came by dropping off coffee at each table while Ziva tossed everyone their respective breakfasts from her bag. Gibbs smirked, catching his bacon biscuit sandwich, and taking his cup of black coffee from McGee. Tony froze, catching the somewhat smile on Gibbs face. Was his boss actually flipping happy this early in the morning?

"What are you looking at DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, taking a bite from his sandwich and focusing on the screen again.

"Uhh nothing boss! What are we doing today?" Tony replied, looking sideways at his boss. Ziva smiled, watching her boss and partner banter back and forth just like everyday. The voice of the NCIS Director though cut off any response from Gibbs.

"Team Gibbs, up in my office!" Came the bark of Director Leon Vance. Without looking up, the team jumped to their feet, waiting for Gibbs to lead the way. Gibbs rose, and lead the way up the stairs, the team speculating behind him as they followed Vance into the room.

"Take a seat all of you." Vance ordered, sitting in his own seat. The toothpick in his mouth switched sides, his dark brown eyes focusing on the corner of the room. Ziva followed the director's gaze and her breath caught in her throat. How can this be happening again? So many ghosts that come back to tease her.

"Why don't you come on out Shayamim?" Vance said quietly. The rest of the team turned and the foursome watched two blue eyes come out of the dim corner of the room from where she was waiting patiently. The woman was whipcord lean, eyes like blue sapphires, scars decorating a well-defined face. She was wearing a Marine Captain uniform with the insignia of the Military Police on her chest, her black hair pulled up in a tight bun. Her eyes flickered in the light as the Director took it upon himself to finish the introduction he started.

"Team Gibbs this is Shayamim Ze'eva. She is from a private sector of the Marines and has a case for you to solve." Vance said, watching Gibbs face warily. The girl was also focused on Gibbs face, her eyes only cutting to Ziva when she heard the Jewish woman gasp.

"It is nice to see you again Chayal." The voice was raspy and harsh, it did not belong to the body at which was talking in, and it was completely directed at Ziva. "It is also nice to see this one here again." Blue eyes zeroed in on Gibbs, who had yet to make a facial movement.

"Director, If you will let me to speak in private to the team? I have told you as well as showed you about why I need Team Gibbs help specifically." Vance shook his head at this, dark eyes penetrating the sapphire orbs looking at him.

"My apologizes Captain Ze'eva. As Director of NCIS I must attend this initial conference. Sorry for the inconvience." Captain Ze'eva snorted, but shrugged in indifference. Tony took it as this was his moment to question the woman. Why was Ziva about ready to cry? A surge of protectiveness for his partner went through his chest before he spoke.

"Who are you?" He asked, standing to face the woman. Shamayim looked at him in contempt, pulling her lips back in a human form of a snarl.

"I am Shamayim Ze'eva," The woman began, but was cut off as Ziva tackled her. The duo hit the ground with a 'thump' and Shamayim laughed, a harsh ragged sound. Tony guessed that she hadn't laughed in a long time if the sound sounded so raw like it did now. McGee was frozen in place, watching Ziva hug the woman for dear life. What was happening?

"The little warrior can now tackle me eh?" The boys looked on in surprise when the war-torn body of the marine relaxed, and they can see the face of the woman relax into a motherly figure as she hugged Ziva. Ziva sniffled, silent tears trickling down her face as the duo stood. Ziva wiped her eyes before she turned to Tony and smiled.

"This is my best friend from Mossad, Tony. My father told me she had died on a mission." Ziva said quietly, thinking back to when her father had told her at a young age that her protegé, her best friend died with honor and received the highest honors Mossad could give to a soldier who died in battle. Ziva had cracked, alone in the solitude of her room and had cried for the first time since her mother had passed away. When the funeral procession for the Mossad Officer happened, she had to read a quick eulogy. Afterwords Ziva had slammed a wall into place, a wall that hadn't been breached till Tony, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Palmar, and her new father in Gibbs had taken it by storm.

Tony looked shocked. The lean wolfish creature hugging Ziva, was actually a ex-Mossad Officer. There was no such thing as an ex-Mossad officer. You were either an officer or dead, or so Ziva told him. Gibbs then took a step forward, watching as Shamayim let go of Ziva and the marine squared her shoulders to face him head on. Toe to toe, blue eye to blue eye.

"And you, H'ayal? What do say you at seeing my blue eyes again? Diber." Shamayim said, looking Gibbs full in the face. Her mixture of hebrew and english entrancing the group in silence. Gibbs took a tentative step forward, his face like a block of ice, before he held out his hand to the young marine. A quick crestfallen look crossed Shamayim's face before a cold mask was back in place and she shook hands with Gibbs. Vance watched in curiosity. Did Gibbs not remember? McGee and Tony looked at each other in shock. Was their boss showing the younger marine courtesy? The hell?!

"McGee, DiNozzo! Come meet this young marine! She must be good if she could make it into the Military Police sector." Gibbs said, looking annoyed and cross at the two male agents on his time. Can they not show some respect for a high ranking female officer in the marines? Morons.

Shamayim nodded quickly, looking at the two male agents who were still rooted in place. Tony and McGee stepped forward quietly, taking the scarred hand of Shamayim in theirs. Shamayim then stepped back, her eyes hardening into twin jewels of playfulness. She studied the team with a smirk on her face then she spoke.

"Director, do you remember my gift?" She asked Vance. Vance raised an eyebrow at what the young marine was hinting at and shook his head.

"Thought you needed to trust the people you show that too just incase they try to shoot you?" Shamayim shook her head, her eyes all but pleading to get on with it.

"Go ahead and show it off Captain. Team Gibbs don't freak out too much with what Shamayim is about to show you." Vance warned, turning his own obsidian eyes to his agent team. Shamayim growled in appreciation before she stepped back. The team watched, confused as the younger Marine smiled dangerously at them before Ziva squeaked. The wolfish features of her best friend were getting wolfier. Her canine teeth were getting longer, her nails sharper. Her ears pointed and all of a sudden Shamayim wasnt there anymore. In her place was a pony size grey wolf.

The fur was mottled grey mixed with shades of white and some gold. Down the back of the beast was a dorsal line of black, ending at the forehead of the wolf. McGee froze, fear planting himself to the ground. Tony however, scrambled backwards so fast the he fell over a chair, sending it crashing to the ground as well as himself. Ziva squeaked in horror, freezing in place as well. Gibbs however, held out his hand and the wolf stepped forward, placing its large nose against his hand, chuffing in laughter. Gibbs chuckled, scratching the ears of the beast. Ziva spoke first, her voice coming in an awed whisper as she stepped forward.

"Ze'eva. She wolf. How could I not remember? It is...it is... curse?" Ziva whispered, laying a hand on the great face, blue eyes looking at her. The curved ears laid back, lips pulling over shiny fangs. Tony hurriedly corrected his partner.

"Magic right Ziva? You ment magic right?" Tony hurried forward, laying a hand on Ziva's shoulder if he had to yank her back away from the unforgiving jaws of the wolf. Ziva hurriedly nodded. The wolf relaxed, looking up at Vance, blue eyes questioning the boss of the group. Vance shrugged, beckoning McGee over to them. McGee slowly came forward, hesitating only when the wolf looked at him, panting. He held out his hand, and slowly the wolf took in his scent, licking the offered hand. Tony looked warily at the wolf.

"How do we know it is the same person?" Tony asked, holding his hand out to the wolf. The wolf swung its nose toward him, growling. That was when the raspy voice came and echoed in Tony's head.

"Do you really want to question my integrity? My name is Shamayim Ze'eva. Daughter of Councilor Jahir! I am the Captain of the 38th Marine Police detachment. I am a shifter, and this is my form when I am most deadly. DO NOT question my integrity again or so help me I shall show you what I am called the She-wolf and have earned the alpha rank of my pack!" Tony jumped in surprise, looking at the glittering blue eyes of the wolf. Vance laughed, stroking the shiny black head fur.

"She told you DiNozzo." Tony gulped, scooting backwards to give the wolf some space. Except, there was no wolf now. Just Shamayim. She was bipedal again, straightening her dress jacket. Gibbs stepped back as well giving the shifter her space. She stopped fixing her jacket and looked at the team. A twinkle in her blue eye made it seem like it was an everyday thing that the team should be use to. Just you know, a girl turning into a pony sized wolf.

"Agent Gibbs, there is a dead marine on my watch. One of my own. I need your help." Shamayim said softly. She watched as Gibbs looked up sharply. He was a marine at heart still, and he knew deep down in her soul she was feeling the aching burn of defeat at loosing a family member. The same burn that Gibbs felt every day of his life after the loss of his beloved Shannon and Kelly. Gibbs rocketed into action, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

"Ziva, DiNozzo! Get the car! McGee ride with Captain Ze'eva. I'll let Ducky and Palmar know!" The team scrambled after their boss, all of them that is except McGee. He looked nervously at Shamayim who smiled at him gently. She could tell he was nervous to be alone with a woman who could turn into a beast that came up to his rib cage, and a stranger to boot. Vance watched in faint amusement at the interacting. Captain Ze'eva was a dangerous woman indeed!

"I do not bite Agent McGee. Come on, I brought my car." She said softly, leading the way down the stairs. McGee followed, only pausing to grab his stuff from his desk, hurrying after the Marine officer before him. Shamayim waited for him in the elevator, closing the door after him. The silence was almost deafening before Shamayim looked at him as they got off the elevator and arrived at her car in the parking lot. A blue Ford Fusion.

"McGee I won't bite you. Talk to me." Shamayim said, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car as McGee scrambled in. He buckled up and for a very good reason. Shamayim pealed out backwards, righting her car before zooming after the blue charger in front of her. She flagged Gibbs down and she overtook him on the highway, leading the way to the crime scene she had for the group. She slowed, chuckling at the scared look on McGee's face.

"Don't worry McGee. I will not do that again. Just had to catch up to lead the way for your boss. Now, what is your first name?" Shamayim asked, cocking a blue eye at her passenger. McGee slowly relaxed, and turned to Shamayim with a smile.

"My name is Timothy. Your name is Shamayim? Doesn't that mean Heaven?" McGee asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. Shamayim chuckled, looking at him in surprise as she took a turn that headed out of DC and to the backwoods of Virginia.

"Yes it is one of the meanings of my name. It also means Sky. I never liked being called Heaven as it is not my wish to be connected to the Almighty, so I took the second meaning. Sky." She explained, smiling at the studious Agent. McGee smiled in turn, finally feeling good around the shifter.

"Do you have any nicknames?" McGee asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Shamayim looked at him out of the corner of her blue eye.

"No. None that are flattering. Why do you ask?"

"Well you see Captain Ze'eva. It is just a mouthful to say your first name and I feel terrible for not pronouncing it right. Is it ok if I call you Sky?" Shamayim looked at McGee thoughtfully before smiling.

"I don't have a problem with that at all. Thank you for being so considerate." McGee smiled back at her before moving onto his next question.

"Can I ask how you found you were...a werewolf?" McGee asked. Shamayim looked at him, weighing her words carefully before she spoke.

"I am not a werewolf. There is not curse upon me that makes me turn with the moon or thirst for blood. I am a shifter. It is a gift from the Almighty. I can change to my namesake to help those who desperately need the help. I can change at will, sometimes on the fly, other times it does take an exorbitant amount of time to change." She paused before she continued.

"I found out when I was still a Mossad officer. Eli does not believe in magic so I was a liability. He ordered for me to die. Tch, yet my inner wolf demanded that I live, so I struck up a deal with Ari. He helped me out, bringing my tags to Eli as a gift that I was dead, and I came to America where a special unit of the Marines did not curse me for my gift." She looked at McGee.

"I know Ari came to visit Ziva. How is he? I am sure he is no longer among the ranks of the Mossad, especially if he came to visit Ziva in the United States. Eli is a bastard about his control over his children." McGee gulped and looked out the window. He spoke softly as they pulled up to the crime scene. It was a muddy mountain road. There was an overgrown ditch next to it and there laying in the wet muck of mud, trash, and weeds was a young man still in uniform, literally with his throat torn open and apparent bullet wounds over a third of his body.

"Ari is dead." McGee finally whispered. Shamayim slammed onto her breaks, causing Gibbs to nearly rear end her at the shifter's sudden stop. She turned to McGee, her blue eyes like fire. She opened her mouth to say something. She hesitated, pain flashing through her eyes, and her mouth closed with an audible snap. She got out of the car with a bang, leaving McGee to scramble after her. She turned to the team, her voice clipped and heavy with pain of the news she just received. The voice of a woman in despair and pain .

"This is Gunnery Sargent, Raphael Joseph Gonzalez. My right hand, a wonderful tracker. He is also a shifter. Let me call my team back in so they can each stand for questioning Agent Gibbs." Shamayim explained softly, moving into the trees. Gibbs, Tony, McGee, and Ziva waited for her to return, hearing the echoing haunting call of a wild wolf go up. An answering call of mix animal sounds met the call. Shamayim returned, face grim and pinched in anger as she saw Ducky and Palmar kneeling down next to the body.

"Agent Gibbs please, do your job. I know mine. My team will be here soon to stand for questioning. Let me know if you need anything else." She said, her eyes to the ground, and head cocked to the east. Out of the Eastern side of the woods came a multitude of animals. A large red wolf as at the forefront and behind him stood two bears, a mountain lion and a polecat. She barked an order at the group of animals and again when the team blinked, there stood four men and a woman.

"Ok, Ziva take photos. McGee take statements from Captain Ze'eva's team. DiNozzo, come with me as we bag." Gibbs said, taking the gaping Tony by the arm. The team jumped to do his bidding, McGee stepping up next to Shamayim to interview the team. Shamayim looked at him, pointing to each person in turn for a short introduction.

"McGee, the red wolf you saw was Lieutenant Daniel James Erickson. The two black bears were twins Privates Edward and Erick Grey. The mountain lion is Sargent Derrick Lewis House, and the last of the group is first Lieutenant Melissa Catate Cullenson, the striped polecat. You can interview all of them as well as me to aid in your investigation." Shamayim explained. The red wolf shifter, Daniel, stepped forward first.

"What can you tell me about Raphael?" McGee asked, hopeful that Daniel would give him something to work with. Daniel snorted and looked at Shamayim, anger flaring in his green eyes. She bristled at the look, the human snarl coming to her lip and Gibbs was suddenly behind McGee hauling him backwards toward the car where Ducky, Palmar, Ziva, and Tony were cowering. McGee looked at Gibbs in surprise before he turned back to where he was just standing.

It was a good thing that Gibbs had moved him so far away, he found out. Suddenly the pony sized black backed grey wolf with blue eyes was snapping, snarling, and fighting with a larger green-eyed red wolf. The others of Shamayim's unit looked on, bored. So this must have been a regular occurrence. McGee watched fascinated as the fight went from a simple nipping skirmish to a full-blown fur ripping fight.

Shamayim had caught Daniel by his hind leg when he had lunged for her hindquarters and she bit down hard, drawing blood, pulling the male wolf off-balance. She ran forward, her long heavy claws digging into the muddy ground. She hauled the male after her before she stopped dead, letting the momentum send Daniel from her grip and down the road a ways. The red wolf hit the road with a yelp, before scrambling up and charging at Shamayim yet again, fangs bared in anger at being bested.

"Boss should we help her?" Tony asked, watching the grey wolf take a hard hit that sat her on her ass from a heavy paw slap.

"Do you want to get in the middle of that DiNozzo? Let her deal with that upstart the way she needs too. Watch." Gibbs snorted. Inside he felt the confusion well up in his chest. Why did this seem so familiar to him? Why did he even give a flying fuck? Ducky then interrupted his silent thinking.

"Anthony, this is the way a wild wolf pack will deal with trouble makers. If a pack mate believes that it would serve better at a higher station it will fight with the one next in line. Captain Ze'eva is just defending her position as the Captain. Her unit mates won't interfere because it would ruin the natural order. By the looks of it this is a common occurrence."

Indeed, while looking at the fight, Shamayim had the upper hand now. Daniel had charged her yet again, flying on his paws. Shamayim dug her paws into the muddy ground, gaining purchase on the hard clay underneath, and met him head on. literally. Head on. Daniel fell back on his furry ass with a pained yelp, blood dribbling into his green eyes from how hard his head collided with Shamayim's head. Shamayim reared up, catching Daniel behind the head and around his throat. She heaved him upwards, swung him around, and flung him into a solid pine tree. Blood fell from her crest, her torn shoulder, and her mouth. A large pink tounge licked it away as she walked forward. Her muscles rippled, showing the team which of the two deserved the alpha rank among the shifter group as she towered over the defeated Daniel.

"Do you challenge me Daniel? Come, speak. Who is alpha?"

Shamayim roared, her voice echoing in the heads of those present. A snarl bubbled in her chest, rumbling out. Warning the way ward red wolf to behave himself as he slowly and painfully stood up. With a whine of defeat, Daniel rolled onto his belly and submitted after a moment of careful consideration of attempting to best his alpha again.

"Well lack a day. That was a rare treat for me to see Jethro. Come Captain let me look at your wounds." Ducky called out, walking forward to meet the she-wolf, seeing the fight was clearly done for the day. Shamayim turned her body to Ducky, snarling one last time at Daniel. She finished turning, meeting the elderly doctor about half way, and she nuzzled his gloved hands affectionately.

"Well my dear it looks like you will need stitches. Your shoulder will need tending to soon and the lovely cut between your eyes will need at least one stitch. Maybe more if the injury translates into a bigger one when you are standing on your own two feet." Ducky informed, holding the giant head in his hands as he looked her over. Shamayim whined, fear going through her eyes at the idea of stitches. She felt a different hand on her back and looked to Ziva. She snorted, annoyed that Ziva had seen her moment of weakness, and turned to her group.

"Ok morons, line up! Let's give them statements. Doctor Mallard, can you tell me what happened to Raphael?"

Shamayim growled at the group, watching them jump into obeying the orders, before asking Ducky about Raphael.

"My dear, I need to take your man to the autopsy room. Seems to me he was dead a couple of days. 3 at the max." Shamayim sighed and watched as Ducky and Palmar loaded her right hand man into the van. She growled, as Daniel sat next to her. She got up, morphing slowly to stand right next to Gibbs.

"It was my fault." She said lowly. Gibbs turned to her, a silver eyebrow raised.

" I sent him out to track down a AWOL Petty Officer from Norfolk. Routine work since we are shifters, he never came back. I should have never sent him out." She never saw the head slap coming. It shook her teeth with the force of it and she looked ruefully at the older marine next to her, rubbing her head. Did he really just head slap her?

"Stop being an idiot. This wasn't your fault. Now let's get the whole story back at the headquarters ok?" Gibbs said, looking to the group of shifters who were being interrogated by his group. Mentally he head slapped himself. She wasn't apart of his team or his family. Why did he do that? Shamayim followed his gaze, inferring to what Gibbs was mentally asking her.

"Daniel is a trouble maker. Always has been. He thinks he can take my job by doing it the wolf way so he does it at random times." Shamayim said quietly, watching the shifter group answer some basic questions that McGee, DiNozzo and Ziva were asking them. Gibbs nodded stiffly, his stormy blue eyes narrowed as he focused on the wayward man. McGee appeared at his elbow, walking slowly while looking at the notes he wrote down.

"Boss we need to head back to headquarters. Everyone is on edge and squabbly." Shamayim turned to the man, forgetting that she was still furious at the messenger that he had to be. McGee gulped, looking at the drying blood on Shamayim's face, her torn shoulder, then her piercing blue eyes.

"Don't look so scared Agent McGee. This isn't the worse I have had done to my face." Shamayim said with a chuckle. Which, judging by the scars decorating her body, that was true. Shamayim smiled at him then turned to the group of shifters at her command. Gibbs watched the duo's interaction out of the corner of his blue eyes. Once he saw she was ok, just talking to her group, he got his team loaded up in the charger. He smirked at McGee as the young agent got in the back seat.

Sliding into the driver's seat he watched from the windshield for a moment. He could tell Shamayim was pissed, her eyes like blue fire as she yelled something at the group. Whatever she said it must have been a blatant threat to their lives or genitals because the group flinched back and began moving into the woods, to their own vehicles no doubt. Shamayim walked up to Daniel shoving a finger into his chest, a wolfish snarl on her face as she continued berating the red wolf shifter. Daniel bit something back at the woman before Gibbs openingly chuckled at the head slap Shamayim gave him and shoved him toward her car.


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