Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, it's Post Twilight but not in a way that you would think...wink wink.

Chap.1

Abby waltzed into the lab on the rainy Saturday morning, her clothes drenched to the core and her pigtails stuck to her cheeks like a second skin. She sighed as she shredded off her long cloak onto her chair and went over to the sink to ring out her pigtails. After satisfied they made a puddle he went over to her CD player and slid in Linken Park. As she scrolled through the menu of songs she didn't notice Gibbs come in with her daily intake of 'Caf Pow'. He opened his mouth to speak when the song blared through the speakers causing his ears to ring.

"ABBY!" He yelled quickly setting down his drink to cup his ears from the offensive noise.

Abby swirled around and looked at him expectantly as if her increase on music was normal.

"TURN IT OFF!" He shouted so his voice would be overheard over the chorus of 'Numb'.

Abby cupped her ears as well and returned to his attention.

"WHAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" She yelled back amused but faking it in pure enjoyment as she turned around.

Tony chose that time to come in. He looked over at his boss and gothic lab tech as they shouted back and forth when there was no sound in the room at all.

He leaned against the door jamb and stared at them.

"ABBY TURN THE MUSIC DOWN IT'S TOO LOUD!" Gibbs shouted his back to Tony.

Abby giggled and yelled back with a huge grin on her face.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU GIBBS THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD!"

Ziva walked in the room and was about to speak when Gibbs's shouting stopped her in mid stride.

"What is he doing?" She asked as her accent glide through her words as she leaned against the other doorjamb and watched the transaction back and forth.

"He thinks the music is still on, and Abby, well she's just being Abby." Tony said as he chuckled at the exchange.

"You think we should bail him out?" Ziva asked as she too let out an amused giggle but quickly stifling it with the back of her hand.

Tony rolled his eyes and looked distressed.

"You tell him, no offense but I prefer my life intact." Tony said chuckling.

Ziva sighed and walked over to her boss and tapped him on the shoulder.

Gibbs turned around and lowered his hands and looked back at Abby.

"Okay what was that for?" He asked as he saw a smile appear on her face.

"Ohh I thought it was a game." She replied innocently slurping away at her daily intake of caffeine.

The corner of Gibbs's mouth raised in pure amusement as he turned back to where Ziva and Tony were. Ziva was covering her mouth, and Tony shaking in laughter. Gibbs walked straight up to Tony until they're noses were inches apart. Tony gulped quickly and stared hopefully showing the least amount of fear possible.

"Find something amusing DiNozzo?" He asked with authority. In the background Ziva turned towards Abby and they began to sign.

"How much do you bet Tony's going to pee his pants?" Abby said her gestures pure and expertly done.

"I'd say as much as a chance Gibbs gets another wife." Ziva replied her gestures rough and confusing.

"I bet you 20 bucks he'll do it in the next 15 seconds." Abby said as a smile appeared on both her mouth and Ziva's. They had finally come upon an agreement about their so called relationship. Ziva wouldn't scout around for brownie points and Abby wouldn't treat her like a newbie on their first drug bust.

Abby held out her hand and Ziva looked around quickly at her boss ranting on about principle morals and such. Tony on the other was close to tearing up, often resulting in biting his lower lip. She shook the offered hand and gave it a good shake and they both slid behind the desk of computers and stared behind the computer's monitor.

Jenny Shepard briskly walked down the stairs leading to the lab, she preferred it that way, it was a sure detail she had to go through to be able to fit in her swimsuit. She took a bite out of her apple and ran a hand through her short pixie hair cut and absently whipped the juice from the corner of her mouth. When she reached the bottom of the stairs and went through the door she could faintly make out Gibbs's 'authority' voice he'd like to call it. She smiled faintly wondering who was the up the Shit Creek without a paddle. Turning the corner she smiled when she noticed the young agent shaking like a leaf and about ready to run off with his tail between his legs.

"Jethro, Honolulu PD's on MTAC waiting for your appearance." She said. The whole content of the room turned towards the door and they all paused the activity they were going through.

Jethro straightened up and flipped his lapels to his grey sports coat up so it caressed his neck as he strode towards The Director, as he passed her he snatched the apple from her hands and took a big bite out of it and replaced it in her prestigious manicured fingers. He continued his way to the elevator never looking back.

Once in he walked over to the control panel and switched the emergency lights off and the elevator screeched to a halt. He stood there waiting a little, half expecting someone to somehow burst inside and ruin his precious solitude.

Satisfied no one was coming he reached into his coat and took out an old rumpled picture from the pocket on the inside and stared at it as he sat down on the cold floor and leaned his head back against the cold steel wall.

He sighed and dragged a hand through his silver hair as thoughts of his Special Agent flowed through his thoughts.

Glancing in his palm was a little pocket picture he had created manually. Kate was there laughing at something that Tony had said, she had just finished being undercover and was completely disheveled; her hair was halfway out of its pony tail, her face was tarnished with dirt and her suit rumpled and ripped, but she still she had the will to smile the smile he fell in love with all those years ago. He sighed and leaned his head against the cold interior of the elevator and shut his eyes.

He missed Caitlin Todd a lot since she had left them, taking an extra bullet for Gibbs and saving his sorry ass life in which he had nothing to live for…at least not anymore now that she left.

He had stared at that same picture over and over again when he felt the way he felt today. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out by his mouth. He stood up and walked over to the door panel and flicked the 'Stop' switch hastily.

Pocketing the rumpled picture he fixed his appearance and gently rolled his neck side to side in an attempt to regain his cool.

The elevator beeped and he stepped out, he headed towards his desk, picked up his coffee and immediately headed over to MTAC.

The room was poorly lit; better to communicate by Video Conference. Gibbs made his way down the ramp and an operator gave him a headset, in which he placed on his head roughly and turned around to motion with a nod that he was ready to start.

The operator nodded and punched in a few keys and the picture of a man in a Hawaiian red shirt, overly tanned face came on screen.

"Aloha Special Agent Gibbs," The man said in a very heavy Hawaiian accent.

Gibbs nodded his head in salutation and the other man pressed on. "The reason of which I've asked of this meeting is because we got wind over her that you were the one to call about Terrorist Cell and Smuggle Rings,"

Those four words caught Gibbs attention and he blindly backed up and sat on the closest chair.

"You have my attention Captain,"

"Good, now here's the situation, we have recently discovered a Elite Team of smugglers based in the heart of Honolulu, two of my best agents are currently undercover and have come to the conclusion that this Smuggle Ring is based on Biohazard Weapons and Nuclear Weapons as well," he paused in his words to let what he said sink in. "I'm sending you an attachment of the party involved,"

Pictures began to pop up; five in total. Gibbs squinted his eyes at each one, burning their faces into his mind. He took down all the names on a pad in his hand and pocketed the notebook back inside his jacket.

"To prevent a catastrophe from happening Special Agent Gibbs we are requesting that your team and another present themselves in Hawaii and help take down the Cell and to assure that our Undercover Ops remain safe," his request finished and was awaiting the older man's answer.

"So, what I understood is that you want my team's help to take down the Cell and baby-sit two Agents? Did I get it all correctly?" Gibbs's eyes narrowed to disturbing slits as he observed the man across the screen.

Hawaiian shirt laughed for a good 2 minutes then regained his cool.

"She told me to expect this Gibbs, and quite frankly I now understand where she gets it from," the man said seriously as he shifted through some paper at his desk and rearranged the pile.

"She? Captain?"

"Oh, my female agent on the field undercover, she also told me to replay you a message if you chose to disincline my request,"

"I'm sorry Captain but I don't understand,"

"Never say you're sorry, it's a sign of weakness,"

Gibbs froze in spot he could speak, move or even think at the moment, that quote hit him hard.

"Do I now have you undivided attention?" Hawaiian shirt asked immensely amused.

Gibbs coughed and cleared his throat and looked everywhere but the man carrying a smile on his face.

"All right I'm glad, now I require you're team and those of CSI Miami to meet down in Honolulu there you will meet our Special Ops Operators and be briefed extensively," the older said as his once bemused smile turned into a serious line and stared ahead.

"Al..all right, we'll be there," Gibbs turned his head and nodded at the operator to caught the line. In one swift motion he whipped of the headphones and through them across the desk and jogged out of MTAC. Something was gravely wrong and he knew it; deep down in his gut something was not as it seemed, and he'd be damned if he just let it fly by without finding what the cause was.