Hey guys, I know it has been a while I have been very busy.

But hearing of Cote de Pablo's departure pushed me to write a story, one last one before she leaves as I do not think I will be watching NCIS after she goes. (I will try but no Ziva, No NCIS for me) Anyway, the news of her new replacement is intriguing, so I thought I would include the mysterious Bishop, going on what we know about her...which is not much.

Please tell me what you think; I have been out of the fanfic writing game for a long while.

(I have been working on my original novels)

Story contains bad language, gore, violence and scenes of a sexual nature.

I do not own the characters of NCIS, if i did Cote de Pablo would not be leaving.

Please Read and Review

NCIS NAVY HEADQUARTERS– 06:00

Gibbs stared at the photo in front of him, a small ghost of a smile crossing his aged features. As his fourth cup of coffee cooled next to him, he could not seem to tear his eyes away from the computer screen, he smiled at the memory of the generated photo before him; a memory of happier times. This seemed to have become his morning ritual, coming into work an hour early, turning on his computer and just staring at the screen before him, at the happy photo of the team; before she left.

He always thought back to when it was taken, they had decided to go on a picnic at the park, it was a beautiful sunny day, the lake was calm and still behind them and everyone was smiling. They all sat on a blanket together, and Jethro the dog laid next to a smirking Ziva. It was a day he would never forget.

The ding of the elevator sounded and brought Gibbs out of his memory, he looked up to see a smartly dressed Tony walk out with McGee, they were both smiling as they talked to each other, Tony's sunglasses hiding his eyes as he threw his back pack under his desk and fell into his chair.

"There is no way any women would find that attractive." Tony said in a matter of fact tone, McGee chuckled warmly at his comment as he booted up his computer.

"You would be surprised what women at these conventions find attractive!" McGee said, his smile growing.

"We are going out again this weekend."

"You think what you think, maybe it's the baby face or the bestselling author title, but there is no way, in a million years, a woman would find any man attractive, when he is dressed as a giant smurf."

"It's not a smurf!" Tony chuckled and removed his sunglasses, his index finger and thumb moving to create a makeshift 'L' on his forehead.

"Whatever... Elf lord!" Gibbs smirked at the exchange between his two agents and then moved his gaze to the desk opposite his, suddenly; he felt a pang of sadness in his chest. He missed Ziva, like a father would miss a daughter.

He would give anything just to see her face again, in person. See her smile, hear her laugh. Looking at the time on the small grew icon on his computer, he sighed with frustration, moving his eyes for a quick glance towards the elevator. He bit the inside of his lip and rose from his seat.

"Where the hell is Bishop?!" he shouted, turning to his agents, who looked at him and shrugged, Gibbs sighed once more and fell back into his seat. His newly appointed agent late, for the fourth time this month. "Someone get hold of her...now!"

It was McGee who picked up the phone and started to dial her number, the two of them had seemed close, but Gibbs could see that the young agent was only being nice and welcoming, which is more than anyone else had been. Gibbs had regretted the way that he had treated Bishop the first time they met. He had practically thrown her out of the building. She had eventually joined the team, she had even been allocated Ziva's desk, but there was always a feeling of tension in the air when she entered the building and sat down, especially from Tony. Abby had practically been ignoring her very existence up until last week, the two women were worse than cat and mouse, always arguing or glaring at each other and Ducky, the good old doctor had been as welcoming as he could have, he had offered her tea, which she rudely refused, stating she only drank low fat latte with sweeteners. Ducky had bit his tongue, smiled pleasantly and moved on.

"Hayley says she is on her way boss." McGee spoke up and broke Gibbs from his yet again wandering thoughts. "Tell her to meet us at the crime scene." Gibbs said, and then grabbed his gun and badge, heading for the elevator. His agents followed closely behind.

CRIME SCENE – 08:00

Tony DiNozzo slammed the car door shut and slung his bag over his shoulder, struggling to balance both the bag and the camera in his arms. The sun beat down and warmed his head and face and he grunted as he attempted to put his sunglasses on. Agent McGee fell into step alongside him, reliving him of the heavy bag, making it easier to slide his designer sunglasses to a comfortable position on his face. The two agents walked in silence for a short time, until Tony asked the question that had been bugging him ever since they left for the crime scene.

"Since when are you on a first name bases with Bishop?" he could hear McGee sigh.

"Tony, don't start" he said, Tony stopped walking, as did McGee.

"I only asked a question McGee. It just seems that you are getting all friendly with Bishop, that's all" DiNozzo raised his hands in a defensive gesture.

"Bishop is a good agent. She might be young and inexperienced, but she is a fast learner. Ziva is the one that left us Tony. Why are you blaming Hayley? "

"I just don't want you getting too close to her that's all. When Ziva comes back-"

"Ziva isn't coming back Tony. It has been almost two and a half years since she left. No phone call, no letters not even a dam postcard. Face it Tony. She's gone for good. Accept it and move on!" Tony was silent at Tim's outburst, the weight of his words hitting him hard. Although Ziva had chosen to leave two and a half years ago, Bishop had only been part of the team for five months. Tony bit his lip nervously and nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. He then turned on his heel and without a word, headed for the crime scene.

"Tony." McGee called after him, regretting his words. Tony ignored him and continued walking.

"Tony!" McGee shouted again, a hand on his shoulder made him jump with freight. Turning his head he came face to face with Gibbs.

"Don't blame Tony for being the way he is McGee, everyone copes with loss in their own little way." McGee looked wide-eyed at his boss, a strange feeling of warmth surging through him when his hand made contact with his shoulder.

"Let DiNozzo come to terms at his own time, in his own way." A reassuring smile crossed the elder man's features; McGee smiled back, following his boss towards the crime scene.

"What have we got?" Leroy Jethro Gibbs gruff voice was suddenly all business. A young officer, who could not have been older than twenty answered with a shaky voice.

"They are inside the building sir."

"They?" Gibbs asked, shocked.

"To be honest sir, we have no idea how many people are in there. Since their..."

"Spit it out officer"

"I think its best that you take a look yourself sir." The young police officer said, Gibbs could hear the shaky tones of his voice and see the pale sheet of white that covered his face when he spoke. Gibbs felt for the young man as he ducked under the yellow tape, readying himself for what was behind the closed metal doors of the warehouse.