Chapter 1

DING!

Gibbs stepped out of the elevator, and walked briskly into the bullpen; once there, he was forced to stop. Only McGee was there, typing furiously as always, eyes focused only on the screen. Noticing his boss now present, he looked up, first at Gibbs, then around the bullpen, expecting someone, Tony, to be cringing and preparing for a slap. There was no one waiting, no one cringing; only he was there.

"Uh, there a case, boss?" McGee started, hoping to cover up the fact that half the team was missing. Gibbs only shook his head, moving towards his desk and sitting down behind it; McGee waiting patiently for more information: when he got none, he shook his head and refocused on the computer screen once more.

"McGee," Gibbs finally said, more than an hour later, a scowl beginning to form, "Where are DiNozzo and David?"

"I don't know, boss, I've called both of their cells, no answer, getting answer phone each time for both." McGee sighed, looking at his cell phone once more, as if expecting it to magically ring.

"For both of them? Have you tried tracking their phones?" Gibbs asked, scowl fully formed as he realised that his agents were now off the radar, together.

"Yeah, and, uh, no. I figured if they were together, they wouldn't want to be-"

"Wouldn't want to be what, McGee? Disturbed, interrupted, found? They might not even be together, and I want to know if they are or not, right now." Gibbs growled, and McGee paled slightly, nodded quickly, his fingers flying over the keyboard so fast they almost blurred.

"Okay, boss, I've almost got it... well, they're together... uh, by, uh, a..."

"A what, McGee, spit it out!"

"They're outside a high school." McGee finally said, and Gibbs mildly baffled expression told McGee he had no more clue than he did.

"Agent Gibbs?" A new voice suddenly said, causing both McGee and Gibb's head to snap up, to see a young girl, about fifteen standing at the edge of the bullpen, staring straight at him with serious dark brown eyes, her lighter brown hair falling loosely in waves down her back. An agent hovered behind her, and kept glancing at her warily, almost as if he were afraid of her, this average teenager, dressed in jeans and a shirt, her light khaki jacket hung over her arm.

"Agent Gibbs, right?" She repeated, her eyes now focused solely on him, "I need your help, Agent Gibbs; I was told you were the one to give it."

"Who are you?" Gibbs asked quietly, having gained some of his composure at this forward girl, walking toward her slowly. He saw her smile slightly; the edge of her lips quirking upward in what would be a joker's grin.

"My name is Mahala, MahalaDiNozzo-David." McGee reckoned his face was even more confused than before.


A/N: Hi, okay, this is my first NCIS fic, so I hope you like it; there's more if you want it, you just have to press that little button and tell me ~