A/N: I would like to thank WonderfullyDreaming for editing this for me. If it weren't for her I don't think my stories would turn out very good at all. So this is Chapter 1 of a new fic and can't wait to get some reviews.

"You know what your problem is?" Tony said.

"Oh please Tony, enlighten me, what is my problem?" Ziva responded obviously annoyed, then even more so when her partner didn't respond. He was standing slack jawed in the middle of the squad room staring at their bosses' desk.

Ziva turned, and was amazed also to see an older woman sitting behind Gibbs' desk. This was definitely going to be interesting.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Tony asked a little frustrated.

"I'm just waiting on Special Agent Gibbs."

"What makes you so sure I'm not him?" Tony asked, trying to sound authoritative. It didn't work when he pulled the same stunt with Ziva four years earlier, and she doubted it would work with this woman now.

"Because, Agent Gibbs' first name is Leroy, not Tony, and you are way too immature to be him." She replied humorlessly.

"Alex." Gibbs said, the surprise evident in his voice, as he approached the bullpen.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" The woman named Alex asked.

"Of course." Gibbs said directing her back towards the elevator he just came from.

Tony and Ziva exchanged glances but didn't say anything until their boss was out of sight.

"That was strange." Ziva remarked.

"To say the least," said Tony sighing.

"What's up, Alex it's been a long time." Gibbs said after he stopped the elevator.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't want to involve you, but I spoke with the police and they said that there was nothing that they could do."

"Well tell me what's going on."

Without another word Alex reached into her purse and withdrew a handful of pictures. She handed them over to Gibbs and waited silently while he looked at them.

"When did this start?" He asked.

"I got the first pictures about six months ago. Jethro, I know they are fake, I mean, I know he is dead there is no way the man in those pictures is my husband. I figured it was just someone trying to be sick. But then when the other pictures arrived, well I went to the police but they said that it would be pointless to check for prints because whoever left them probably wore gloves." Alex said obviously distressed.

"WHAT?" He yelled.

"I know. I know. That's why I came to you, Jethro you have to know that there is no way that I would involve you, but look at those pictures."

"How did you start getting them?" He asked calming down and restarting the elevator, but pressing the button for a lower level.

"Six month ago, a plain white envelop arrived in my mail box with those first pictures in it. No writing on the outside of the envelope, and no stamp. Someone delivered the pictures in my mailbox personally. Jethro who would play such a sick joke?"Alex asked, fighting back tears.

"I don't know Alex, but we're going to find out."

With that the elevator doors opened to heavy metal music blasting.

"Abby, turn that screaming off." Gibbs yelled.

"Hey Gibbs. What can I do for you?" Abby asked, still as cheery as ever.

"I need you to run these photos for prints. You'll need to eliminate me and Alex Harrod."

"Alex Jamison." The woman said, "I remarried."

"Are your prints in the system?" Abby asked.

"Yeah."

"Alex Jamison was married to Frank Harrod. The NIS agent that was murdered trying to protect my wife and daughter." Gibbs said.

"Dependants aren't usually fingerprinted Gibbs."

"Bar association. I think I'm the only lawyer that Jethro likes."

"I never said I liked you Alex." Gibbs said. "I also need you to verify the authenticity of the photos. The man in the first few is supposed to be Frank Harrod. Then further down you will see Shannon and Kelly. Whoever made those pictures wants Alex and I to believe that our loved ones faked their deaths to run off together." Gibbs said firmly.

Abby ran over and hugged Gibbs. "We'll figure out who this monster is Gibbs, and get them I promise."

"Just figure out how they made the pictures." Gibbs said untangling himself from Abby.

"Sure." She said sympathetically and a little hurt.

Alex and Gibbs turned towards the elevator to get back to the squad room when they got on the elevator, Alex turned to Gibbs.

"It's not her fault Jethro. If you should be snippy with anyone it should be me." Alex defended.

"Yeah you're right Alex but how come you didn't come to me six months ago when you got the first pictures?" Gibbs replied a little calmer.

"You wouldn't have liked dealing with a hysterical woman. You were never good with those." Alex continued calmly. "Jethro I might have remarried but I have never loved anyone as much as Frank."