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I was called to the director's office only a few short moments after I had dumped the water on Tony. The director and two other women stood there, one with bright red hair, and the other with a dark brown color. They looked at me with pity and sadness. The director spoke first, and told me to sit down. I did. He introduced the redhead, Jenny Shepard, future director of NCIS, and Ziva David, Mossad officer, Ari's sister and control officer. He then proceeded to tell me about Ari, his betrayal and my planned death.

I was shocked to say the least. I knew I wasn't going to be able to go and track Ari down with the rest of the team. I was also a bit disappointed, I wanted Ari dead. The director however told me I would be on the rooftop, and I would get shot. But instead of dying, I'd be put into the Witness protection program. A plan was made.

He then dismissed me and told me to act normal and say nothing to anyone, not Gibbs, Tony, McGee, or Abby. Ducky would of course know, since he would have to do the autopsy.

At the rooftop

My death was mere seconds away. I saw a shooter, take aim at Gibbs and barely had enough time to jump in front of him and take the bullet. As Tony and Gibbs helped me up I knew it was time.

The electric thing in my pocket dinged signaling that Ari had taken aim. I quickly pushed the controller that was wired to the blood pouch under my hair, and the IV in my arm, that would distribute a medication for paralyses. I then felt the squishy, harmless foam bullet Ziva had shot at me and fell instantly, unable to move or blink. I was dead after all.

I then watched what nobody should have to watch. My own fake blood stained Tony's face that had a look of shock, sadness, anger, and grief written all over it. I heard as Gibbs called Ducky and then looking out to the horizon whispered "Ari" in pure hatred.

I watched as McGee came running up out of breath, and shock registered across his face as he saw me dead, lying in a puddle of blood. I watched as all three men cried shamelessly. As Ducky and Palmer came up and put me on the stretcher. Ducky wasn't crying, he knew I was still there. Nobody had checked my pulse, since there was a supposed bullet hole in my head. Palmer knew too, but still he looked unbelievably sad. I felt bad, that Palmer, a man I didn't even know that well, was torn up about my fake death.

Before they zippered the body bag, Tony grabbed my hand and kissed it, then walked away crying, McGee, following him. Gibbs put my cross, that must have fallen off in my hand, then walked to McGee and Tony. Ducky whispered it would all be over soon and zipped it all the way. I fell asleep dreaming of it over and over again. When my body was on it's way to autopsy, I suddenly felt someone throwing themselves on me, and heard loud uncontrollable sobbing. It was Abby. It took over ten minutes for her to calm down enough to process what Ducky was telling her. He told her to go to her office, and that everything was going to be fine, but it wasn't.

Thus began my new life as Catherine Anderson-Todd. My husband was supposedly killed in Iraq, making me a widower. I still lived in the city, in a two story apartment, only four blocks from NCIS. I had desk job at the FBI, and a giant dog. My dog was wild, didn't listen, barked all night, and sometimes I would find him humping other dogs. I named him Tony.

My once brown chin length hair was now light, almost blonde, and gently cascaded down my back with curls. My sparkling brown eyes were covered with a dull gray that made them look a lifeless brown. I had a tattoo of a heart on my neck, but it didn't look Goth or trashy. My legs were more toned from running five miles a day as were my abs and butt. I was pretty, I guess, guys were always drooling over me at work and asking for numbers, but I was supposed to be still morning my dead husband.

I made new friends but I still missed Abby, Tony, McGee, Gibbs, and Ducky, and I guess I missed Palmer too. Ari was dead now, and pretty soon I would be able to get out of the Witness Protection Program, but I was scared. Not of Ari, but of my old life. I was scared that they moved on, and I wasn't welcome to come back. Although Fornell tells me the director, Jenny Shepard was killed and the new director spilt Gibb's team up, and I was welcome to apply. I was nervous when I sent it in, in my new name. I knew I would get the job, my recommendations were great, and everything else was too. I was nervous when I got the call that I had in fact got the job. And right now, as I get ready to enter the building, for my first day, again, I was scared beyond belief. Fornell told me I didn't have to hide it from them, I could've used my real name. But I was scared again. I didn't have to hide, this the threat was gone, but it scared the hell out off me.

I walked into the building and overwhelming since of de javu, hit me. I got onto the elevator and walked into the bullpen. Gibbs wasn't there yet, but two others were, a petite asian and a kind of chubby middle aged man. I asked if they were new and if so should I go to the director's office and were it was. They said yes and pointed me to the direction of the office, even though I knew where it was already. I walked into the office and a black man greeted me. He knew about my other name and identity, he used to work for the FBI. He was kind however and said he wouldn't tell a soul, he thought I was still scared of Ari and his followers. He dismissed me, and I went to sit at the only unoccupied desk, my old one. The elevator dinged and I saw the familiar middle age, gray haired, blue eyed boss, coffee in hand and an expression I knew to well on his face. He wasn't happy at his new team. He read off names like a teacher taking attendance

" Agent Lee?" he asked

The petite Asian raised her head

" Agent Thomson" he asked again

The chubby man nodded

He then turned to me and said " Agent Anderson"

"Todd" I replied and realized my mistake, I wasn't Agent Kate Todd anymore.

" Agent Anderson-Todd" It was lucky that Gibbs thought I was correcting his mistake.

"Yes" I replied, he looked at me and I could tell his gut was telling him something about me, something I sure as hell didn't need. His look suggested he was searching for something, but I couldn't tell for sure. He blinked, nodded, and walked away.