A man known as "The Elemental Killer" is on the loose. The CIA first began to track him about six months ago. All the killings he committed were made to look like accidents. Using fire, water and ice, he makes his kills. However, he got bored of killing just one person at a time and has begun targeting couples. Recently, he killed a couple that was in the Navy, and so, NCIS was called in to help.

Names and places are all fictional and have no truth. NCIS does not belong to me in any way.

Chapter 1

CIA HEADQUARTERS

"What do you mean we have to call NCIS?" Alexia Orillo's dark brown eyes met her director's eyes fiercely. Alexia was medium, around five foot five inches tall and had a very athletic build. She was Latin, with a medium tan and straight jet black hair. Today she wore tan cargo pants and a white t-shirt. "I want us to finish this case!"

"I'm sorry Alexia, but because the people killed were Navy, NCIS gets the case!" Her boss, agent Richard Wells replied. Wells was a robust fifty year old man who had been sitting behind a desk for far too long. His hair was somewhat greasy and his beady greenish blue eyes were his only remotely good physical trait. Otherwise, he was average in every way.

"But it is just not fair!" Alexia argued. "I have done all the research on this guy; I know him better than anyone else!"

"Maybe they will let you help. I know Gibbs from years and years ago, and I am sure he wouldn't be totally against hearing what you have to say." Wells replied.

"Alright..." Alexia sighed and turned to walk out of the office. Waiting for her outside Wells' office was her tall, blonde partner, Angela McNamara. Angela had beautiful blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. She was tall, about five foot nine inches tall and thin. Angela and Alexia had been seeing each other on the side and they were also partners at work.

"How did it go?" She asked; her tone sympathetic to her lovers sad face.

"Let's just say that the one case I poured my heart into is no longer my case." She replied, the frown never leaving her face.

"Aw Alex…" Angela hugged her tightly. "You want to go get a drink?" She asked once the embrace was broken.

"Sure." And so they headed to the local bar, where they continued talking about the case quietly.

"Why did you get so personally vested in this one?" Angela asked, as she sipped her Guinness.

"Honestly?" Alexia took a sip of her Heineken and smiled at her friend. "The first guy that was killed reminded of my father. He was killed in a hunting accident." She explained. "It was just the way the guy looked and the fact that he was out there hunting that reminded me of my dad. After that, I really wanted to find this guy." Alexia explained. She was referring to Mark Johnson, the first guy that they had found dead. He was killed in a fire in a cabin. It had looked like an accident at first, and that was the original ruling, but when it was investigated further, it turned out that it was arson and the case was opened.

After he had been killed, two other bodies surfaced. One was of Jack Cooper, a lawyer from New York who had drowned in the river. Or so it seemed. He had a strange branding on his neck, and that had caught the attention of the CIA. He had gone out to the woods with his partner Patrick Jones. Patrick's body was found a few days after Jack's, and sure enough, he too had the strange branding on his neck.

The branding consisted of a snake and a lion on a shield. The CIA had looked into seeing if it was anyone's family coat of arms, and so many names came up that it was impossible to tell which name it went to. They also checked it with colleges and universities and nothing came up.

They connected the body from the fire to these two because it had all happened in the same forest, also known as "Forest-Glen" by the locals. There was no doubt in the minds of the agents that the three killings were all connected. But who was the killer?

The ladies finished up their beers and headed home.

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Ziva smiled inwardly as she watched McGee sit on his chair. She had put superglue on it and was certain DiNozzo would get blamed for her antics. She couldn't wait to see the reaction from everyone.

It was another day of paperwork, and Tony and Ziva both couldn't for there to be a case to solve. Tony leaned back in his chair and relaxed as he looked down at his finished stack of paperwork. "I am all finished Zee-vah!" He bragged as he put his feet up on his desk and continued to relax.

"Me too To-ny!" She copied him and got in his face about it.

He smiled devilishly back at her, their faces just a few inches apart. Gibbs came down the stairs and shouted before they could go any further. "Grab your gear!" He shouted. McGee however fell forward, the chair attached to his ass.

"Um…Boss…" McGee couldn't stand at all.

Gibbs sighed and looked at McGee. "Call Abby. I am sure she has something that can help you detach yourself from the chair. We can do this without you for now; it is after all only pictures." As Tony and Ziva joined Gibbs, he head slapped Tony twice.

"Ow! What was that for boss?" He asked.

"For doing that to McGee and for almost kissing Ziva!" Gibbs replied.

Tony just sighed. He knew arguing wasn't worth it and it wouldn't convince Gibbs that he didn't put the superglue on McGee's chair. However, he wasn't sure how to get back at Ziva for framing him.

They arrived at the sight and noticed a car was already parked at the scene. It was a black Saab with tinted windows. A CIA agent greeted Gibbs and showed him her badge. "I am Alexia Orillo." She introduced herself. "I was the main CIA agent working this case. I know everything about this case. If you have any questions, feel free to call me." She handed Gibbs her card.

"Will do agent Orillo; thank you!" Gibbs dismissed her and she walked over to the black Saab and got in. She eyed Ziva for a second before fully starting the car and driving off.

"Who was she?" Ziva asked Gibbs.

"CIA agent Orillo; the CIA's main agent on this case…They are handing it over to us now." Gibbs explained.

Tony and Ziva both nodded and began taking pictures of the scene of the crime and the bodies.

The woman was petty officer Jessica Anderson and the man was petty officer David Jackson. They had been killed when they fell through ice; but like the bodies the CIA had found before; they had markings of a lion and a snake on them, right on the back of their necks.

"That is a strange marking." Ziva commented on it.

Ducky had arrived on the scene and agreed that it was strange. He would need to do some tests to see if the marking were something that were on the victims before they were killed or after.

"It could be some sort of secret society marking!" Tony said; his voice full of excitement. "I really want to find out if it is. Oh that would be so cool."

"Relax Tony." Ziva tried to calm him. "It could just be the killers way of putting his mark on his kills."

"Way to ruin the moment Zee-va!" Tony gave a joking glance to her and continued taking pictures.

When they had finished up, they went back to NCIS headquarters. "What are you wearing Probie?" Tony asked McGee.

McGee just rolled his eyes and looked back at his computer. "I am wearing my exercise clothes." He replied. He was wearing sweat pants and an NCIS t-shirt.

"Are your pants still stuck to the chair?" Tony asked, his tone teasing.

McGee just sighed and tried not to let Tony get to him. Meanwhile, Gibbs was reading the files that the CIA had given to him about the current case. He wanted to become as familiar as he could with it. Two Naval officers had been killed and he didn't want any more people to die because of this crazy killer.

After about two hours of reviewing the files, Gibbs came to one conclusion; he had to send Tony and Ziva undercover to catch this guy.