Oh another story that popped into my head after the many shocking season finales out there. There are spoilers for both CSI:NY and NCIS finales in this story so beware.

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Chp. 1 Trusting is a difficult thing to do

Lance Creek, Wyoming

Melissa Codwell sat basking in the 70 degree weather Mother Nature had finally given the mountains of Wyoming, looking around at the high mountains her 30 acre ranch was nestled in between as she watched her men wandering around, tightening up security if the need arises. The red head took a sip of the Corona in her hand, taking in the relaxation she had finally found after months of intelligence and undercover work in the Middle East and Africa. For her, it was nice to be back at the ranch, safe and secure.

Not many people in the world knew where her lonely ranch was located, aside from the local town where she bought her groceries and necessities every few weeks, and she preferred it like that. Her ranch consisted of her 3,000 square foot house that housed her and her two German Shepherds, Husky and Naimi, two log cabins that housed her security team Lance, Chase, Fred and Cassandra, a secure armory, a shooting range, helicopter landing pad and the underground bunker where all her intelligence she gathered was stored in two huge computers banks, that was protected by the best security ever. Her very only hacker and slicer, Kevin Finch.

The former NCIS agent smiled at her only female Intel agent, Cassie as she walked by, carrying a sniper rifle to practice on long range shooting. The lanky brunette smiled back mischievously, setting off alarms in Melissa's head that she was challenging the best sharp shooter on her team, Fred Dunst. God only knew what those two were up to when they got to the shooting range.

Her blackberry rang, bringing her out of her thoughts and relaxation. "Codwell." She simply stated answering the phone.

"Codwell? That name doesn't sound familiar at all. The only name I know at this phone number is a Melanie Fischer." A deep male voice answered on the other end.

Melissa, aka Melanie, sat up so fast that her head started to spin. "Gibbs?"

"Who else do you think it was from DC? The President?" Leroy Jethro Gibbs replied, causing Melanie to put her drink down on the glass table beside her and head inside her house to speak with her old boss.

"What can I do for you Gibbs? It has been what a year last since you contacted me?" Melanie asked, settling down in her couch.

"Seven months. Mole, Agent Lee, NCIS, remember?"Melanie groaned, knowing immediately where this was going.

"What info do you want, boss?" Melanie asked pleading to her ceiling that she didn't have to deal with any agencies to get the information he wanted.

"I don't want info, Melanie. I want you."

"You want me? For what?' Melanie asked, shifting positions on the couch as she noticed Chase Junra coming in, holding a manila folder.

She waved Chase off, rolling her eyes and mouthing Gibbs to him. Chase nodded and went back outside.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, young lady." Gibbs scolded.

"How did you…never mind. I will never know how you know stuff like that." Mel replied, shaking her head. "What do you want me for again, Gibbs?"

"I actually need you. I am short a member of my team and truthfully you are the only one I can trust at the moment to accomplish what I need done."

"You what?"

"I need you to…"

"No I heard what you said Gibbs. You know I can't just up and leave my operation. Many people are depending on my intelligence to get jobs done."

"Is one of the people depending on you Eli David? Director of Mossad?"

"Hell no. That man is as corrupt as they came. I wouldn't give him any of my information on my life." Melanie spat, remembering the many "rogue" Mossad agents that had been sent to kill her over the past 6 years.

"Then you must know a Mossad Officer by the name of Michael Rivkin." A new voice added, as she heard a slap over the phone. Melanie quietly seethed, remembering only a few weeks before of how the supposedly Mossad agent tried to kill her in LA while gathering information on the sleeper cell placed there by Hajim Passad. He tried to overtake her, but she escaped by using different techniques she learned over the years.

"Yes, unfortunately I do. Bastard." Melanie replied, immediately recognizing the second voice on the phone as her former partner Anthony Dinozzo. "And how do you two know that absolute god forsaken piece of garbage."

"We knew him, Mel." Tony quietly replied, as he took a deep breath. "I killed him three days ago, in my partner Ziva David's apartment."

"YOU killed a Mossad agent? Tony that's like… like killing me?" Melanie exclaimed.

"We know." Gibbs said, as she imagined Tony silently huffing in the background. "We just returned from Tel Aviv."

Melanie silently thought out the process in her brain , knowing full well the daughter of the most dangerous man in Israel was on a liaison from Mossad on Gibbs' team and going to Tel Aviv only meant one thing. "She stayed didn't she?"

She heard the unusual deep and saddened sigh come from Tony. "Yes. She thinks I betrayed her and thinks I am not telling the entire truth of how I killed a Mossad assassin."

"What else is there Gibbs?" Melanie asked, looking at her watch, debating how fast she could get a flight to DC.

"We need to reinstate you and in order to do that; we have to go through Vance." Melanie groaned, hating the thought of dealing with the Director after previous consultations. "And he must not know the real meaning of bringing back onto my team."

"You don't trust him do you?"

"Do you?"

"Good point. What do you need me to have by the time I get there?" Melanie asked, heading upstairs to pack some of her belongings. Most other stuff would have to wait until her team could get a decent and secure place near the DC area. "And where can I stay that it's safe?"

"Pull up any information about Eli David, and what Michael Rivkin's mission was before he died. And why Ziva felt the need to take his place." Gibbs said, as Mel reached under her bed for her standard issued Glock and old NCIS identification. She heard whispers in the background and a faint "Ok boss" as she assumed Tony left the room wherever they were.

"Gibbs… I need to know where I am staying so I can tell my own team."

"With Tony." The former marine simply stated.

"Why with him? I would assume your place if much safer than his." Melanie retorted, groaning in the back of her mind at the thought of living with Tony for awhile.

"He needs you, Fischer. He needs someone he can trust and someone that can protect him from any danger that the director of Mossad might throw at him." Gibb said, as she heard clunks of some kind over the line.

"Are you drinking without me, Jethro?" she asked, zipping up her overnight bag as she grabbed her other blackberry, messaging her team to have the Blackhawk ready in ten minutes to fly out, knowing they would ask very few questions until they got more orders.

"I hate it when you call me that." She heard him complain.

"I only do that to get your attention. " Melanie replied, as she walked back downstairs. "Do I have to sleep in the same bed as Tony and if I do, I am not going to DC."

She heard Gibbs chuckle. "Now he finally moved to a bigger place with three bedrooms. Rent is sky high but you know Tony, only the…"

"The best. Gibbs, he sounded…so depressed. Are you sure that the Rivkin situation is the only thing on his mind?"

"Just get here Fischer. The rest will be explained. Do you need to be picked up from the airport?" Gibbs asked, as her two German shepherds running to her, tails wagging.

"No, I will have my team arrange my transportation. Do you think he would mind if one of them also tagged along for protection for right now?"

"Which one?" Gibbs asked, as Melanie set her bag down on a bar stool in her kitchen.

"Cassandra."

Gibbs laughed. "It might cheer him up. Yes but makes sure she stays under the radar. I am already getting a beating bringing you back."

"Well I am glad I can do one good thing already."

"And what's that?"

"Getting you back for the years of torture and head slaps." Melanie said a smile on her face. Gibbs groaned, as she imagining him gulping down the rest of the scotch in his glass. "Well Gibbs I guess I will see you in a few hours."

"Yes you will. Be safe, Melanie." Gibbs said, as he hung up the phone. Melanie sighed and she returned her phone to the holder on her belt. Her dogs waited patiently for her attention, and she bent down to their level to tell them goodbye. She nuzzled each one's noses, telling them softly she was going to miss them again and how much she loved them.

The redhead heard quiet footsteps approaching from the front door, so she kissed both of her dogs on the head, turning around to greet the brunette in front of her.

"How fast do you think you can get packed?" Melanie asked her, as she regretfully let her dogs go.

"Already packed. Come on now, boss. I am always ready." Cassandra replied, her face breaking out into a grin. "Can I bring some toys now or do I have to wait?"

Melanie shook her head, placing her arm around her friend's shoulder. "I am assuming Lance managed to book up a private jet. So yes you can bring toys." She replied, knowing full well that despite her looks, Cassandra was a deadly force to be reckoned with and if Gibbs wanted the best for Tony, she was it. Melanie also knew that Cassie already packed an arsenal of weapons to bring with them.

"Oh wait, boss where are we going?" Cassie asked as Melanie grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder.

"DC." Melanie said as they stepped out in the bright sunlight, walking toward the cabin she shared with her husband Lance Mitchum. "I will be fully reinstated as a NCIS agent once we get there."

Cassie's blue eyes widened considerably at her last statement, and just as quickly recovered into her usual serene face. "No worries, nothing will be compromised. Director Vance knows nothing of our operation here. Which reminds me…" Melanie said, picking up her highly encrypted Iphone.

"Kevin, my dear. I need to you to look up any intel we have on Michael Rivkin and his connection with the director of Mossad, Eli David. Once you have it send it to me." Melanie heard the usual grumblings of how he was overworked and underpaid, but she knew he loved his job with her. "I promise lots of chocolate chip cookies and Mountain Dew?"

She heard his sigh as she hung up. "Oh, now I have everything taken care of." She said as she watched her own helicopter land with her pilot, Brandon Meyers, waving for her to board. "Ready?"

Her partner in crime nodded as they ducked beneath the wind beating from the blades of the Blackhawk, jumping in the back, buckling in tightly. Melanie placed the headphones on her head, leaning against the back of the seat, eye closed, wondering what kind of mess she got herself into now.