It was a mundane day, nothing too special about it. Outside, the rain was pouring relentlessly while janitors were taking down the Christmas decorations inside the building. A familiar ding echoed through the room. Tony and Ziva exited the elevator, laughing at a joke that was told earlier. They made their way to their respective desks, setting their belongings underneath. Both sat down simultaneously, looked up, and smiled at each other. They held their stares at each other much longer than what would be deemed appropriate between two individuals. Tony knew that their relationship had changed drastically over the last few months. They had moved passed the petty arguments, lies, and secrets; they were now in a state of openness. Ziva finally looked down at her computer, Tony, however, continued to look at her. She had come so far—they had come so far. He let out a content sigh and carried on with his own work. The elevator dinged once more and McGee sauntered out. He flashed a smile at his coworkers, "Good morning!" Tony smirked, "Who's stocking were you stuffing this weekend McGiddy?" Ziva's eyes narrowed accusingly at McGee. "Tony is quite right, you seem awfully chipper." Both Ziva and Tony rose from their chairs and cornered him at his desk.

"Come on you guys, I'm just a happy person."

"Ha! Nice try Mcliar. I know when someone is happy and when someone is happy."

Another voice chimed in form behind Tony, "Yeah Dinozzo, which one are you right now?" Tony's face morphed into one of pain as Gibbs smacked his head. He rushed back to his desk. All three were ready for the familiar order to grab their gear because of a dead marine, but it never came. Gibbs calmly sat down at his own desk and began filling out paperwork from their last case. McGee looked puzzled, "No dead body today Boss?" Gibbs shook his head and continued to write. Tony and Ziva glanced at each other, shrugged, and continued to type. Gibb's phone started to ring and he immediately answered, "Gibbs… Yeah… London?... Mhm… Bye." With that he shut his phone and stood up intending to grab the attention of his team, who were already eagerly looking at him. "Go home and pack, we're flying to London. The plane leaves in seven hours." Without asking another question the three of them ran to the elevator.

8 hours later

In seven hours they would be landing in London. McGee was already asleep, laptop still in his lap. Gibbs was nowhere to be seen at the moment. Ziva had found a comfortable place to rest as well, on Tony's shoulder. If anyone asked, Tony would say her snoring was keeping him up, however, truth be told, he enjoyed looking at her as she slept; she was beautiful. She had unconsciously put her hand tightly around Tony's, not that he minded. As the hours passed Tony fell asleep as well and eventually they were all awoken by the airhostess's voice on the intercom informing them that they had arrived in London. They arrived at the hotel and checked into their individual rooms and quickly met in the hotel lobby. "Recently, five bodies of American marines have been found in central London. The local police believe that a serial killer is responsible. Since the victims are American marines, the British authorities have allowed NCIS to come here and investigate. A car should be here soon to take us to be further briefed."

They arrived at police headquarters thirty minutes later. Gibbs was whisked away by the lead investigator. Tony took in a deep breath, "London! British accents, history, and beauty." He winked at an attractive detective who walked by them. Ziva also smiled, "You hit the pale on the head Tony." Tony smirked, "Nail Ziva. I hit the nail on the head." She shrugged and continued to look at the detective Gibbs was walking with in their direction. She was the first to introduce herself and the detective didn't seem too disappointed at that. He continued to glance in her direction with a smile as he greeted them, "Good afternoon everyone. I'm Aaron Templeton and I'll be the detective helping you on this case." Tony introduced himself as he shook his hand. He looked at the handsome detective who seemed to be quite taken with Ziva. He had dark, wavy hair and penetrating green eyes much brighter than those of Tony. Aaron was quite tall and had a deep voice with a thick British accent. "This way please my friends," he said. He took them to a conference room and immediately began to brief them. "I imagine that Agent Gibbs has told you that we may have a serial killer on our hands." They all nodded. "We have no leads right now. We are assuming that the killer is a white male between the ages of 25 and 35 since this is the standard profile of a serial murderer. The bodies are in autopsy currently and we will provide you with a briefing as soon as possible. Although, the cause of death seems to be very obvious. Each victim has three gunshot wounds in the head." He passed Gibbs a sheet of paper. "These are the locations at which the bodies were found. I will have two cars ready for you to take you all where you need to go. Good day gentlemen." He turned to Ziva and smiled while bowing his head, "Agent David." Tony rolled his eyes while Ziva grinned. Gibbs stood up and turned to his team. "Tony, Ziva, go to the second crime scene. McGee, you're with me. We will take a look at the first." And with that they walked to their separate cars.

Second Crime Scene

Ziva and Tony circled the alley in which the second victim was killed. They began to look around for any clues the killer may have left behind.

"So Zi-va, you interested in Mr. British?"

"He is a very attractive man Tony. Why are you so curious anyways?"

"I...I just thought that with all that's happened... I was just thinking that there might be something there between you...and me... something different."

He attempted to say this as casually as possible. He had been hinting at this for a while now but they never had the opportunity to discuss is further. Apparently now wasn't any different because Ziva yelled that she found something. He moved closer to where she was to look at the paper she found wedged between the bricks. It was in a language he did not recognize.

"Do you understand what it says?"

She shook her head. "It does not appear to be any language I know. We should get it analyzed."

First Crime Scene

Gibbs and McGee had been searching for a while in another alley where the first victim was killed. They were about to call it an afternoon before Gibbs found a piece of paper wedged in a gutter. "Get over here McGee." Tim ran to where Gibbs was and an expression of shock formed on his face. He looked at Gibbs. "Boss?" Gibbs shook his head and called Tony. "Hey.. we found something... yeah we found a message too... yeah well ours is in english... hold on a second Dinozzo, let me read it... Welcome to London Team Gibbs."

This took be a while to right believe it or not. I'm no shakespeare but I hope to improve the more chapters I right. Should have another done by tomorrow.