A/N Ok, so I know this on it's own doesn't make an awful lot of sense. It's just a bit of randomness really :) I do have a little bit more of this story,and I know what I would like to happen, but I'm not sure whether to continue or not, which is where you guys come in. If I get some reviews of people who are interested, or just have something to add etc, I'll be happy to give it a shot!

This isn't the first time I've written NCIS stuff, but it's the first time I've posted anything on here, so please be nice (but at the same time, if you think it's the worse arrangement of words you've ever read in your entire lives, please, say so! I won't be offended!)

Lastly, the only characters that are mine, are Lana and Jadie(though Jadie is only mentioned once, and isn't really that relevent in this part). Lana's really complicated, but if I carry on with it, I'll explain her a lot more. Anything that is familiar, isnt mine (sadly). I'm not making any money or anything from it, it's just a bit of writing that I like to fill my time with :)

Please read and review! :D

(I'm not really sure how the whole rating thing works or anything, but there is only one swear word (and, in my opinion, a fairly mild one) and character...injury, I suppose, is the best way to put it!

Lana emerged from the elevator, annoyed that she had been called back to the office after an already painfully long day.

"Alright Gibbs, this better be good because I was half way home, and traffic's a bitch at this time of night." she announced as she made her way over to her desk, only to realise that Gibbs wasn't actually there. She sighed irritably and looked at her watch. It was later than usual, and she had promised the help Jadie pack all of her things.

Suddenly, the phone began to ring on her desk, and she picked it up.

"Gomez."

"Just checking." chimed Abby's overly cheerful voice, and before Lana could give any kind of response, she heard the click of the phone as Abby hung up. She slowly wandered around the bullpen, adjusting little things on her desk, just general fidgeting. She looked around when she heard the ding of the elevator, and she saw Gibbs, Tony, Abby, Ziva, Tim, Duckie and Jimmy Palmer leave it.

"What's going on? Have we got a case?" Lana asked, thinking that this was the only reason everyone would be together.

"Nope." Gibbs said, short and simple, as usual.

"Then what are we doing here?"

"We have something for you." Tony told her casually.

"Happy birthday!" Abby exclaimed excitedly, holding out a neatly wrapped box for Lana.

"Abby, it's not my birthday until December, and that's three months away."

"Oh well," Abby shrugged "Open it anyway."

Lana dumped her bag and jacket on the back of her chair and took the gift. She carefully pulled back the clear sticky tape, and folded back the bright paper. Inside was a black, hard bound book with nothing on the front. She held it firmly in her hand, not sure what to expect from it. Lana looked around her at her colleagues, to see if she could work anything out from there expressions.

"Come on, come on, and just look at it." Abby said impatiently, fidgeting like a child on Christmas morning.

"Alright, ok." Lana said, slightly amused at her friends behaviour. She gently opened the first page, and in extravagantly beautiful gold ink, was the word 'Family'. She flicked through the pages, to see the many, many pictures that Abby had taken over her years. One that especially caught Lana's eye was the only one of them all, including Duckie and Palmer, together. Even Gibbs smiled broadly, the image caught and frozen in time.

"Duckie told us what you said this morning about not having a family." Tim told her quietly as she thumbed through the images, smiling at each new one. Gibbs playfully tapped the back of her head, like he would have done to Tony or McGee, but softer.

"What do you think we are Gomez?" Tony asked, jokingly.

Lana was so overwhelmed with emotion, that she wasn't sure how to respond to the enormous amount of love that she felt at that moment, so she simply indicated to the group picture still in front of her.

"I really like this one." she whispered, tears pricking at the back of her eyes.

"So do we. "Abby informed her "So we had it framed for you." Abby pulled out a picture frame from behind her back, which Lana hadn't even noticed.

"Oh you guys..." Lana exclaimed, letting her tears spill now as she threw her arms around Abby's neck and covering her friend's cheeks with kisses, before moving on along the group.

"I love you guys so much, thank you, they're beautiful." Usually, Lana would have been embarrassed to cry in front of her colleagues, but this time was different. She did not worry about hiding them away, because she was glad of the reason they fell, proud in fact.

Lastly, she came to Gibbs. She hugged her boss tightly, feeling closer to the man then she ever had before. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling a little guilty that Lana had felt so alone in the first place.

As the group laughed and talked, Lana still hugging Gibbs, because she wasn't quite ready to let go, they each thought about their plans for the evening. Tony was going to go home, grab a beer from the fridge and watch an old movie. Tim was going to see if. Her could tackle his writers block. Ziva could almost imagine herself sliding into a hot bath with a book.

However, none of them knew that the evening would not go as they planned.

They did not see the dark figure lying on the roof of the opposite building. They did not see his long gun trained through their window. None of them heard the sound of the trigger, but they heard the sound of shattering glass as a bullet travelled through it. They all ducked instinctively at the noise, but it was too late. The damage was done. No one but Gibbs felt Lana's body go stiff, then unnaturally limp in his arms, after the metal sliced through her stomach. Only Gibbs felt the sticky warmness of the blood that immediately seeped through Lana's clothes onto his own. The group screamed and stayed low, but it didn't make any difference. The target was hit. There would be no other shots. The task was complete.

No one noticed the cracked glass of the picture frame, laying broken on the ground during the chaos that followed.