Hey guys I'm back already for tonight at least! So I had a great idea from watching NCIS and I thought it through and I came up with this story.

A girl name Anastasia Hunter is a fitting image of her father, she always wanted to follow her father's footsteps and now her is her opportunity, an assassination was attempt on the president of the United States along with other leaders of each nation. When Tasha short for Anastasia captures the assassin he says it was only the beginning, but what could it be hmmmmm?

Also by taking his mission she would be leaving behind her long time best friend Chris Evans (yes the one from Captain America and The Avengers if you didn't know) doesn't approve of his best friend going taking this job, but she refuses and with that consequences are made. Join Tasha, Special Agent Gibbs, DiNozzo, David and McGee on an all new journey full of twists and surprises, falling in and out of love that will change their lives for better or worse.

This story has all different surprises and does contain ChrisEvans/OC and TomHiddleston/OC along with other pairings as well, but I'm not telling you guys just yet, I'm just getting started. This also my first fanfic of NCIS so bare with me if I get something wrong. Comments and reviews along with advice to making the story better are welcomed! I will not tolerate bullying on my stories, if you don't like it then don't read it.

I do not own NCIS or Chris Evans or Tom Hiddleston (I wish, but I don't)! I own my OC Anastasia 'Tasha' Hunter!

I hope you guys like it!

Hugs and kisses!

Chapter 1: Leaving

Anastasia 'Tasha' Hunter's POV

Packing my medium size duffle bag was tough, who would've thought being shipped to Afghanistan would be simple, and I was wrong. The fact is that Chris Evans thought it was an idiotic decision to enlist in the army, oh problem is I didn't enlist; I volunteer myself to go to Afghanistan because the director wanted a special ops agent to take on the task at hand. Working for NCIS has taken a toll on me. I know you guys are lost so let me brief you for a second. My name is Anastasia Hunter, but my friends call me Tasha, I work for NCIS as a Special Ops Agent and I'm one of the best according to the director. I'm 22 years old and I volunteer myself for a task that has to be taken seriously. Boss known as Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs is my boss; my other teammates Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David and Timothy McGee will be joining me with this task. I told Director Leon Vance I could do this on my own, but Boss insisted I have the team with me including him. The task is that there is a plot to assassinate the president of the United States along with other great nation leaders joining in a conference in Washington D.C. The assassin was taken down at the sight and now in custody, but it was just the beginning. He had told us he wasn't alone in this plot, there is a group located in one of the army camps that's being held hostage as a sign of terrorism. That's when the president sprung into action, he wants every experienced army, navy, marine and NCIS agents in this task force and I'm in charge of it because of my status as Special Ops Agent. My father did a similar task like this so I'm following in his footsteps.

While packing up for a long trip ahead of me, I was thinking about Chris. If your also wondering who Chris Evans is the one who starred in Captain America the First Avenger, yup that's him. Now your wondering how do you know Chris Evans hmm? Well it's simple, I used to live in Massachusetts in Boston, my father was stationed in Newport RI but we couldn't afford a house there so we decided to move to Boston. We lived next door to the Evans family and that's when meet Chris and when I meet him I thought I was in love, however who was way older than me I was probably finishing up high school when I meet him and we became best friends. He always look out for me when dad was gone, he would listen to my venting, he cared about me but I knew he only loved me as a sister, plus he had a lot of girlfriends back then and he still does now. I could tell him anything, but that all changed when I told him that I would be going to Afghanistan. I can still remember the fight we had.

"You can't be serious? This is a joke right?" I sighed and ran my hand through my long brown hair.

"I wish it was, however I'm not." He was still at a blank at what I just told him. I had to tell him, he's my best friend, but I think that was about to change.

"Tasha you could get hurt or worse killed!"

"Chris, I have to do this. I'm a the only Special Ops Agent who knows how to do this and more experienced, this is my job no one knows how do to this better then me."

"Can't they find anyone else to do the job!? You're too young to go to war like this! Think about your friends, your family! Your leaving them behind!"

"Don't think I already know that!? Chris this is what I've always wanted to do. I followed in my father's steps because I wanted too. He loves this country as much as I do and I want to honor him in doing this."

"There are other ways in honoring your father then doing what your going to be doing! Your leaving everyone behind! Jeremy, Scarlet, Hemsworth, Tom, Mark, Robert and everyone else!"

"Chris I'm doing this and that's final! This was my decision and I'm sure as hell I'm going to do this! I thought you would support me, but I guess I was wrong." I got up from his couch and started heading towards the door until he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. He was giving me this icy cold glare

at me and it started to scare me, but I held my ground.

"You walk out of that door; consider our friendship is done for." He's going to go that far, but I can go farther.

"Consider it done." With that I jerked back my arm and walked out with tears streaming down my face as I walk through the streets of Boston one last time.

Since then I haven't spoken to Chris in over three weeks. It's been the longest I haven't spoken to him. I ended out friendship and I wished I hadn't, but he just doesn't understand. I wanted to do this, to follow in my father's footsteps, to protect this country, to be an NCIS Special Ops Agent. My father was one and so am I. I packed my duffel bag and closed it. I opened one of the

drawers to my bedside table and grabbed a bunch of leaders to my friends including Chris. I put them in my small backpack, grabbed my bags and headed out. We were in New York because we had to train and coordinate our plan of attack, the sad part was Chris and everyone else were here because they were filming the new Marvel movie The Avengers. I had completely forgot once we arrived three weeks ago. I shook that out of my mind and started to head down to the lobby, once I got down there, Gibbs was there and he knew what I was thinking.

"Need a lift?" I sighed in defeat, damnit.

"I need to drop something off." He shrugged.

"Well, let's go." He knew I was friends with Chris Evans or was and he knew that I'm friend with his friends like Tom Hiddleston for example. We both became friends immediately since we had a few things in common like films, somewhat music and another that I can't remember. Overall, he's a good friend and a talented actor. Chris invited me to the set a few times and I became friends with everyone and we all hung out a couple of times when I'm not working. They all know my job so my guessing they already know that I'm leaving, but they may not know.

The car rice was silent and awkward, Gibbs tried so hard to make conversation, but they always ended up in a lecture. Once we got there, we went through security and they let us pass. It was kind of breezy today, I wore dark blue skinny jeans, a long sleeve black shirt, black boots with buckles in the side that look like ski boots but there not, black jacket with a hood attached inside of the jacket and black leather fingerless gloves that my father has given me before he left for deployment. My hair was down, but it got in my face so i put it up in a half up ponytail. Gibbs was right at my side and put a hand on my shoulder. I sighed and started walking towards Chris's trailer. Halfway there I stopped when I heard a familiar British voice.

"Come to say goodbye?" We both turned around to see Tom Hiddleston fully decked out in his Loki costume without the helmet. His black hair was slick back and his face was cleaned with no facial hair. His blue eyes showed concern, he knows.

"That's why I'm here." He nodded and looked towards Gibbs. "Tom this is Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs of NCIS, Gibbs meet Tom Hiddleston." They both shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you Special Agent Gibbs." Gibbs nodded.

"Nice to meet too." He eyes Tom's costume and I automatically knew where this was going.

"Who are you suppose to be?"

"I'm Loki God of Mischief."

"Riiiight." I sighed and looked at Gibbs.

"Can you give us a couple of minutes Gibbs?" He got the hint that I needed to talk to him and knew what I was going to do.

"Ten minutes." With that Gibbs started walking back the way we came from and sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. I turned back to Tom, his face was full of concern, boy this wasn't going to be easy at all. "You know don't you?"

"Chris kept mentioning it whenever he felt angry or frustrated. Jeremy and Scarlet has taken his side on the matter."

"And you?"

"I understand completely, it was your decision and if you want to follow in your father's footsteps then I'll support you all the way."

"What about the others?"

"The rest of everyone else is staying out of the situation though Sam and Clark seems to understand." I nodded, I looked at my iPhone and my time was almost up.

"I need to ask a favor." He nodded as his face turned serious.

"Anything." I reached into my pocket and started to unfold letters that had different names to each and everyone on the set.

"These are letters to everyone including Chris," I looked up at Tom who started shaking his head, but I kept going on. "Tom if something happens to me,"

"Tasha, "

"If something happens to me Tom, I want you to give each of them their letters I wrote to each of them. Their names are written on the front so it should be easy," I felt a lump in my throat and tears were already streaming down my face. I swallowed hard and continued. "Your letter is in there as well, so if I don't come back I want you to read your letter and it will explain everything." I know Tom wanted to protest, but he couldn't and nodded. He took the letters in his hand as his own tears started to stream down his face. He looked at me and pulled me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in the croak of his neck. Tom is a good friend to have, after the fight I had with Chris, I called him when I walked out if Chris's apartment lucky for me he was in town so he picked me up because he didn't want me to walk at night. I practically broke down crying and told him about the fight and everything. He listened and gave me some advice. Tom is a great guy and I think he had a little crush on me like a teenager would from high school.

"Hope you made the right decision." I heard him muttered, I pulled away to look into his blue eyes and I nodded.

"I need to do what's right." My phone ringed the song "You Stupid Girl" by Framing Hanley one of the bands I listen too. I reached into my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Gibbs. I sighed in defeated realizing my time is up and answered the call. "Gibbs."

"Time to go." With that I hung up, put me phone back in my pocket and looked at Tom.

"I have to go." He nodded and hugged me again.

"Promise me you'll come back alive?"

"I promise." I know I shouldn't make promises like that, but it was something he need to hear and I am determined to bring everyone home alive. I pulled away and we both met each other eyes. He was handsome in his Loki costume and I couldn't tell what this feeling was. His gorgeous blue eyes were beautiful and our faces grew dangerously close that our noses touched each other. Our lips met, a gentle kiss laid up our lips, so soft, so warm, so gentle, it felt like time stopped just for us. I pulled back breaking the kiss and our foreheads touched and all you could hear was our breathing. I swallowed hard not wanting to end our moment. "I'll bring everyone home safe and sound."

"Including you?"

"Yes." He nodded and I started to pull away from Tom's warmth. We both let go of each other hands letting them fall to our sides. I started walking back towards the way I came; tears were streaming down my face as walk by everyone else. I looked over at a trailer and saw Robert Downy Jr, Chris Hemsworth, Clark Gregg, Cobie Smulders and Samuel L. Jackson talking and laughing. I stopped in my tracks and got lost in my own thoughts. I want to tell them, but Tom said that they wanted to stay out of the fight between me and Chris so I decided not too. I pulled out my iPhone, plucked in my earbuds, choose a song that will always suck with me "Creep" by Radiohead. I played the song and put my iPhone back in my pocket. Everything I went through, all the training, the overnight stack outs, catching every lead all of that lead up to this. However, doing all of that lead for me to be lonely because I don't want my friends being in this mess, they didn't deserve it. More tears stream down my face as the song represents me in every way. I quickly wiped away and started to walk again, but slowly. I glanced at the group again and I noticed Hemsworth looking at me curiously. I pulled out o it and kept on walking. Everyone else started to notice and they watched me walk away from the set. Tears started to stream down my face as I walked closer to where Gibbs was standing waiting for me. He noticed the tears and he wrapped his arms around me giving me a comforting hug. There are sometimes Gibbs can be full of it, but he has a gentle soul. He kissed my forehead and brushed the tears with his thumb.

"Ready?" I heard him through the blasting of my music and I nodded. He nod and opened the car door and I walked over to the passenger's side and got in the car. He turned in on and put it in drive. I glanced out the window and saw Hemsworth still looking at me, the others were trying to get his attention and he looked towards them. I looked away as Gibbs started to drive towards the entrance of the set. I closed my eyes and let the music take me away. The upcoming mission will change every single one of us whether its good or bad.

Tom Hiddleston's POV

I never wanted Tasha to leave not like this, but she's doing what feels right. Tasha and I became good friends and I consider her one of the best. She always wanted to be in the military, but she couldn't enlist in the Army because if her father. She told me the stories her father has done in his life as a NCIS Special Ops Agent. He was a leader and a great inspiration to everyone including Tasha. From what I heard, her father taught her everything. She loves her father, but when she found out he was killed while aiding a few troops from Desert Storm home, they were ambushed. It had taken a full year for Tasha to recover from her loses and her father was the only family she had left. Her mother died after giving birth to Tasha which she had a hard childhood. However, her father raised her on his own and she turned out to be a great woman. After a year, she followed her father's footsteps and became an NCIS Special Ops Agent. Her father would be proud of her, I know I am, but I just don't get why Chris wasn't happy for her. He was her best friend or was, now he doesn't talk to her after the fight they had. It made my blood boil of how he treated her, when I picked her up, she cried for a good two hours. She didn't want to hurt Chris, but she had to do what was right. This was her job, I understand, but apparently Chris does not.

"Are you okay Tom?" I was jerked back into reality, turned around and Hemsworth was standing there. I sighed out and put on a fake smile.

"Yeah I'm okay Chris, what can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering why you were standing here by yourself, you look really sad from a far."

"Can I tell you something," Hemsworth gave a puzzling look but looked serious and nodded. "Tasha came by and I knew she wanted to see Evans, but I saw her and she came here to say goodbye." Hemsworth was even more confused at what Tasha meant goodbye, I sighed and look at Hemsworth with a sad expression that looked like a puppy that was just kicked. "She's leaving for

Afghanistan today." His eyes went wide in shock as my hands clenched on the letters Tasha gave me.

"She left for Afghanistan?"

"I'm afraid so." Hemsworth then ran his hand through his blonde hair and sighed in sadness.

"He doesn't know doesn't he?" I nodded and he wiped the tears away quickly, but they kept coming back. I better do this now before he leaves.

"She wanted me to give you this," I handed the letter to Hemsworth and hesitated to take it.

"It explains everything on why she's doing what she's doing now. She would want you to read it."With that Hemsworth took the letter and nodded.

"I will read it before I go on set." I nodded and I started to walk away, but he asked something I didn't expect. "Do you know when she'll be back?" I stopped and my entire body froze. I never got to ask her that before she left. How could I not ask her? She probably doesn't even know it herself. It could take days, weeks, maybe even months upon her return. I could only imagine the hurt she's feeling, not know when you'll return home. It breaks my heart thinking about the situation.

"Tom?" I broke out of my thoughts and spun around to meet Hemsworth's eye full of concern. "Do you know when she'll be returning home?" I sighed and looked at the ground answering his question.

"Hopefully soon, whether she makes it out alive and brings everyone home safe and sound." With that I left still clenching tight to the letters as I set out to find everyone and give them their letters that Tasha wrote for them personally. I just pray she comes home, soon.