Title: Messenger or not?

Rating: T

Summary: Yet again someone is out to kill all the women in Gibbs' life. The team find a young girl half dead in an alleyway. In her hand is a note for Gibbs. Is she the messenger or something more?

Characters: Tony, Ziva, Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Palmer, Jenny, Lizzie, Agent Sacs, Fornell and lots of other people who I haven't thought up names for.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own NCIS or any of the characters in it or Cote de Pablo's hair (dang it). I do own Lizzie and all the other people who I haven't thought up names for yet.

This is just something I thought about at around midnight. It is probably crap so if I don't get ten or so reviews in the first week I'll delete it. Yay my sixth fanfic! (six is my lucky number!) As always it is dedicated to Penelope Louise who is the ultimate Tiva fan. Inspired by Pauley Perrettes' Fear. You can listen to a preview on the ncismusic website.

1.

There was an alleyway. A dark alleyway filled with rubbish and grime. Rats ran inbetween the rubbish and smoke filled the air.

There was a young girl. She was about nine years old and had beautiful red hair. She was half naked, covered in blood and looked like she needed a good wash. Tears ran down her face as she crouched in the far corner of the alleyway. She leaned back against the wall, with a knife in her stomach. In her right hand was an NCIS badge. In the other was a scrap of paper with a hastily scribbled note. She summoned her last shuddering breath and shouted, "MOMMY!" and then, "DADDY!" across the filthy alleyway. Then her head rolled back as the darkness consumed her.

Mcgee sat in the lab. He twirled around in his chair. He tapped his fingers on the table. He cricked his neck.

"What's up Mcgee?" asked Abby.

Mcgee jumped when he heard her. "Writer's block." he sighed.

Abby read over his shoulder for a little while before pointing out several mistakes. "You need to spell through right." she said, "and hatched." She continued to criticise him.

"Thanks!" said Mcgee after the first few pointers. Then as Abby continued to prattle on he stopped smiling.

"Why don't you have Agent Lisa and Agent Tommy have a fight over whether they should be together? Then Ziva – sorry, Lisa – tells Tommy that she can kill a man twenty different ways with a paperclip."

"It's too much like the real characters."

"Ziva and Tony won't mind." Abby shrugged.

"How do you know its Tony and Ziva?" demanded Mcgee.

"Everyone does." Said Abby, shaking her head. "Why don't you have me drink caf-pow?"

"Who said you were in there?" said Mcgee.

"It's so obvious!" said Abby.

"Look, for the record my book is not based on 'Team Gibbs'." He said.

Abby shrugged, "It is Mcgee. You need to pick better names to cover it."

"No it's not!" he moaned.

"Can you have me be kidnapped by this evil freak and you save me? Then Ziva kicks Tony's ass because he asked her to pay for their date? Then Gibbs finally confesses his love for Jenny?" she asked as she nonchalantly chewed on a chip.

"NO!" exclaimed Mcgee. "Thanks for all the help Abs but…"

"WHAT?" she snapped.

Mcgee gulped. Abby was scary when she was mad. "I don't have writers block anymore." He was just about to run back to the bullpen when Tony appeared in the door.

"Hey Mcgoo!" he said enthusiastically.

"Hi Tony." Muttered Mcgee unenthusiastically.

"Dead colonel!" Said Tony, "Let's go!"

"Bye Abby!" said Mcgee, "Thanks for the help!"

A while later the team walk into an alleyway. It was filled with rubbish and grime. Rat's ran in-between the rubbish and smoke filled the air. In the middle of the alleyway there was the body of a man. He was about thirty years old and there was no visible means of death. As usual Ducky had not arrived yet.

"Start photographing!" yelled Gibbs.

The team obediently grabbed their cameras and started snapping away. Tony took the middle. Ziva took the back.

Ducky walked into the gloomy alleyway. Mr Palmer followed close behind carrying a case. Ducky knelt by the body. Gibbs waited patiently while Ducky determined the cause and time of death.

"What we got Duck?" he asked.

"Death by blunt force trauma at around o-four-hundred." He replied before looking round and pointing at a big stick. "Probably with that."

Gibbs picked it up and nodded when he found blood on it. He was just about to reply when he heard Ziva's voice echo softly in the alley. "Gibbs." She almost whispered as she stood over something. Gibbs quickly walked over and saw what she was looking at. She was looking at what looked like the corpse of a young girl of about nine. Ziva held the gem encrusted star of David on her necklace and muttered something in Hebrew. Gibbs bent to the girl's neck and was surprised to find a pulse.

"DUCK!" he yelled, "GET THE HELL OVER HERE! TONY CALL AN AMBULANCE! MCGEE HELP!"

The team rushed over, Tony grabbing his cell as he went. Their faces dropped as they say the half-naked figure covered in blood.

"She needs CPR!" said Ducky.

Tony spoke as quietly into his cell phone as he could. Gibbs carefully leaned over and gently administered CPR. As he sat back on his heals he saw a something glint in the sunlight. He realised that it was the girl's beautiful red hair. Then he noticed the badge in her hand.

"Ziva!" he said urgently as he pointed at the badge. Ziva took a quick glance and confirmed what Gibbs had thought.

"It is one of ours!" she gasped.

Gibbs was now crouched over the other hand. He saw a piece of paper in it and took it. It read:

One down, three to go

The brunette, black or red?

It took Gibbs only seconds to figure out the meaning of the message. "DOWN ZIVA!" he yelled as shots rang out over their heads.

"Naird, Schiesse, malaka, SHIT!" yelled Ziva as she held her arm. Minutes later an ambulance came squealing round the corner.

I promise I will try to put ch2 on tomorrow night. It depends on how much homework I get. Please review! :)