Welcome onboard! This story popped into my head today, as I was out swimming x] (lol, you'll get the joke when you start reading!)

I've been catching up as much as I can with everybody else, watching the show online, (because where I live, we're 2 seasons behind... which sucks major ass - I apologize for the language) but I can't seem to get through season 4, because I really don't like that Jeanne person (dunno know why, maybe it's just the same kind of hate I had for Hannah in the 6th season of Bones - I really didn't like her either).. Lol, so anyway, there won't be any spoilers in this story; at least there aren't any, yet.

BEWARE: English isn't my native language, but I try my best. As for the locations in this story, many of them will be made up. I've tried to study a map intently, but it's just not the same you know? I will try and keep it as real as I can, but seeing as I've never even been to the States, I'll just have to go on what I do know. Bear with me please :)

Oh, and this is the first time I let my imagination venture into the world of NCIS, and put that very same imagination into words. (If need be, here's a little translation of what I just said: This is the first NCIS fic I have ever written :P)

Pairings: Hmm, canon; but if I feel like it, I might throw in some TIVA :D

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, I hate doing these, because really, if I owned NCIS I don't think I would be spending my time writing little fics about the very show I work on most of the time. If that makes sense... Point is: NO I don't own NCIS, YES it sucks, and NO there's nothing I can do about that.

Laughter. Over the wind, you could clearly hear the two girls' delight at being together that day. It was warm outside, even as the sun hid behind some clouds on and off.

The two girls aged 13 and 18; sisters actually, were by the lake, enjoying the warm weather.

Lake Barcroft, the lake they were swimming in, is a very, very large lake in Virginia. The two girls lived in the town Baileys Crossroads, in Virginia, and it was not very far from the shore of the lake. The part of the lake they were at was fairly secluded, and only if you strained your ears, could you hear the faint sound of traffic.

It was around noon, and the older of the two sisters was eager to jump right into the lake. The younger sister was a bit more hesitant, seeing as she really couldn't stand seaweed.

Her big sister just laughed at her.

"If you have to be such a big baby, then I'll just go move it for ya." Louisa – the oldest – ruffled Catrina's – her smaller sister's – hair affectionately before she jumped back in and grabbed what little seaweed she could find.

But something felt wrong. It wasn't seaweed she had her hands wrapped around. It was too hard to be a plant. She swam back up to get some air, and inspect the object she had found. She had her back to her sister, when she took the first look at the mysterious item. It turned out not to be so mysterious after all.

Her brown eyes widened in fear and a terrified scream sounded. Catrina who had been standing on the wooden pier, chuckling at her sister's childish behavior, stopped laughing, knowing this wasn't fake. How many times hadn't Louisa pretended to drown, or laid down with her tongue sticking out her mouth like some cartoon character, pretending to be dead? She knew when her sister was joking, and this was definitely not a joke.

"What? What's the matter?" Louisa kept screaming. But for some reason she couldn't let go of the arm, the very human arm she had in her hand.

With trembling hands, she finally loosened her grip on the decomposed limp, and frantically swam back toward the pier. Her foot got stuck in the weed, and she yanked at it, until it loosened from the ground, still wrapped around her food.

Catrina stood helplessly, not knowing what to do. She had no idea what had made Louisa so terrified, but she didn't like it. Louisa finally came up, and she didn't even bother to get her towel, she just frantically rubbed at her hand, as if it was infected.

She rubbed and rubbed, until her skin felt raw, before she realized that the seaweed was still wrapped around her foot. Another scream came from her throat as she followed the weed into the water with her eyes. Just under the surface of the lake, a pair of eyes stared right back at her. She whimpered and crawled backwards, not caring about splinters, not caring about anything at all. All she wanted was to get the hell away from that sight.

Catrina followed her sight, and felt suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She turned around, and vomited right into a small boat, that laid chained to the wooden pier.

Any other time, she would have laughed at the fact that the little rowboat was chained to the pier, but right now, all she could see before her eyes was the image of the dead man, with the bloodshot, none-seeing eyes, and the blue, shredded material, that once was a uniform, of a Petty Officer.

So basically, this was just the preface. :) It's right about now you should imagine the theme-song come on ;)
I wanted to know if anyone would find this interesting, before I continue. I would be very sad if I found out that I had wasted my time writing this :)

Please tell me what you thought of this little piece of my imagination.. :D

- Is