Ncis: coming soon

Disclaimer: I do not (regretably) own NCIS or any of it's charecters. All rights go to

the producers of NCIS and it's cast memebers.

"Mmm, this is good..."

"Tony!"

"OW!"

Kate, Tony and Ducky were sitting in the shady veranda of on of the many cafes that swarmed with life at this time of day. Ducky had been discussing his "human jigsaws" in gruesome detail. Kate, despite being morbidly interested, kept drifting back to seven months ago. Fresh out of hospital, the team waited in a car, joined by a flustered McGee, and despite the exhilaration soaring throug her, something hadn't felt right. Years of secret service training had rewarded her, graduating with finely tuned instincts that had saved important lives before. But she was being watched. A danger that saturated the air, pulsed like a deathly red vibe from somewhere...

"Kate?"

"Wha...?"

Tony and Ducky were givng her quizzical looks that suddenly made her feel nervous. "What?" she said. The tone of her voice carried her usual crisp edge, and Kate settled back to reality.

"Well, Kate's deffinatly not been over-ridden by E.T." muttered Tony. This sharp tounged comment earned him another smack on the head by Kate, one in very close paradox to Gibbs. Tony started, looking outraged.

"Your not Gibbs. You do that again, your gonna be wearing that tuna salad." he said, indicating with his fork the remains of Kates meal. Kate sighed.

Then there had been the note...

Kate dirfted back to the past. Six months now. First day back at work...

Kate was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, shooting glances at the gilded clock in the living room. A gift from Abby. Black, of course. Silk tickled her leg and waist, a new ruby red dress, simple yet elegant. Tony. Off to collect her gun. Newest model of sig. Gibbs. Now a new palm pilot. Of course, McGee. Second last was a new leather jacket, authentic and tailored. A nice little sympathy gift from Fornell. And somehow carried a strange sense of forebodeing...

Last was a mysterious pair of parada navy boots. Again, tailored. And then out it slipped. A little pink slip that made Kate's heart pound like hammer on anvil.

Hello Caitlin. I am watching you. I will see again. soon... xx

Kate? KATE? Kate!"

"Huh?" Kate came to with a gasp. "Wha... I... huh?"

"Caitlin, you really must stop drifting off. Are you sure your alright?"

"PTS, trauma itself, flashbacks, stockhoylme syndrom... No, tell me no, please, tell me no!"

"Tony, be quiet, I already checked her for it."

How can you diagnose attatchment? Thought Kate absent mindedly. No, you stop this, foolish girl. Just stop!

"Gotta go!" Dinozzo was wearing that big old grin of his, his eyes sparkling like dappled sun beams on a pond. That look meant one thing for Tony...

Her eyes lead her to a hot pink jogging suit, which Dinozzo was haphazardly pursuing.

Of course. Tony's chasing skirts. I should do another drawing of that, just for him... and the team...

And of course, he was convinced this was the love of his life. Give it a week, tops.

"Well, I gotta go, I gotta go vid-conference with Gittmo in twenty. Let me just pay..."

"No, Caitlin, you go, i'll pay."

"But Tony was meant to..."

"I want a bit more sunshine before commencing to my human jigsaw again, i'm paying."

Kate shuddered at the memory of Ducky's vivid description. "Ok, thank you Ducky."

"Now, your welcome, my dear, you go on now."

Kate shook her head smiling, starting towards the traffic lights. Cars came to a screeching standstill as she was about to cross, but froze where she stood. A leather clad figure waved at her, and opened it's helmet visor to reveal onyx black eyes that twinkled with anticipation and mirth. Kate ran to the middle of the road, gun out, NCIS pass out to the driver of a cobolt blue car. "NCIS, follow that car!"

Kate turned and gasped as the scream that never emerged got chocked down her throat. A hand clamped over her mouth, and one gripped her waist, as she was pulled into the car. Handcuffs were thrown onto her as the driver stomped on the gas pedel.

"We are going to make a detour, and get the information from Ari's presious little girlfriend ourself. Ari can come collect the body. The truce between the davids and America is about to make a little unforcasted bump. Americans. Pft. Farewell, Ari."

Kate's mind spun. They were heading in the opposite direction, down Washingtons endless labariynth of back allys, and the heavily accented voice chuckled.

"We have a little surprise for the president..."

And then all went silent.

REVIEW, PLEASE! WHEN THIS STORY TOPS 15 REVEIWS, I'LL BRING OUT THE SEQUAL TO "KIDNAPPED". BUT, FEAR NOT. It will still be delivered to your door on christmas eve, midnight, as promised. The president has more coming for him than smokey Sams. And Ari holds a deep twist in the plot, a secret command sent from Tel Avive. REVIEW!