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This is my very first NCIS fanfic, so, please be patient with my writing. I couldn't really think of a case too, so it was rather cliché and i guess... ENJOY :) since you've come this far, please read and review. Thank you. :)

It was a fine summer day. Rested on her table, her head was still. He was sitting across her, looking at her with his prank-face. He grabbed the pen that was lying there and aimed it at her.

"She knows." McGee tried to warn him. Tony rolled his eyes and grinned. McGee's warning didn't stop him. He threw his pen towards her. Before reaching her, she raised her head up, but the pen her partner threw was already in the hands of their boss.

"Gear up!" They heard Gibbs say. The team grabbed their gears and headed to the elevator. "Ziva, you're with Tony. McGee, with me." They all nodded.

Into separate cars they went.

Ziva looked at Tony, and without hesitation, Tony shook his head. There was no way that he would let Ziva drive early in the morning like that. It would just ruin his day, or so he showed on the surface. Deep down, he might have liked the crazy speed she's keeping up with. The thrill to be there with her and just enjoying the ride with her.

It was a bright day, for some. A gloomy one, for the rest. Under the bright sun, a dark blue, almost seemingly black, sedan pulled over beside a big field.

"Dead navy lieutenant. Lieutenant John Doe. Doesn't seem to be a robbery. Car key's still in his pocket, money's still in the wallet. No identification of some sort, except, well, his uniform." He opened the dead lieutenant's wallet and counted the lieutenant's money. "He has more than half a grand in his pocket and the killer didn't touch them? The killer must be a moron, …" Tony stopped when Gibbs stared at him.

"Or smart for not leaving tracks." Ziva gave an alternative answer. Tony mimicked the way she said those words and continued examining the dead body. "Hey, Tony, look up." She said with a laugh. Her usual laugh. As Tony who was crouching tilted his head up and squinted his eyes from the bright sunlight, Ziva's camera captured the look on his face. She checked the picture she just took and smiled, "Very handsome Tony." She left him a sarcastic remark.

"Ha Ha." Was his reply, which sounded as though he replied almost unwillingly. To this answer, a half-smile was plastered on Ziva's face. "What are you laughing at, probie? Don't you have work to do?" He snarled at McGee. McGee and Ziva shared a wink and a small laugh, but just as they were about to return to their own individual work, Gibbs pulled out his gun and fired a bullet. Everyone's attention was on Gibbs.

"McGee, your 3!" Gibbs said quickly. Each of them pulled out a gun and pointed it to where the shooter's supposed to be, but he was already gone in his Chevrolet. "License plate!" With that, McGee's already busy.

"Chevy. That's a new one. And why would he want to shoot us?" Tony wondered.

"Oh. Uhh- boss, he's not in the database."

"And…" Jennifer struggled with picking up a letter. "Mail for you." Jennifer handed a light blue envelope to Ziva. Ziva replied with a smile.

"So, who is this guy? Sending you mail at work?" Tony teased her.

"Tony, I haven't opened the seal yet." Ziva replied with her normal hasty tone. Carefully, she opened the seal and read it. Gibbs looked up for a bit to see the back of the letter. It didn't take Ziva too long to crumple the letter and throw it to the trashcan.

"OH!" Tony said and laughed. "Oh." He corrected himself after catching the Gibbs-stare being thrown at him.

The phone rang.

"Special agent David, how may I help you?" Ziva asked. "Oh, ok. Well, bring him up." She said without blinking and hung up. "Someone reported that his brother had been missing for a week, a lieutenant. Might be our John Doe." She announced to the team.

"Take him to autopsy. Talk to Ducky." Gibbs instructed and Ziva nodded.

An average-height man with dark hair and green eyes walked into the room. With a dark blue shirt, he fitted right into the team.

"Where is he?" He asked, jittery. "Did he tell you where he had been? He never left home more than a couple of days." The officer who had escorted him left the lieutenant's brother with Ziva as she mouthed, 'I got him'.

"Sir, if it's ok with you, I'd like to know your name first." Ziva politely asked. " And your brother's."

"It's Brian. Brian Canson. My brother was lieutenant Gary Canson." He said, as he started to calm down. "So, where is he?" He asked once more. Ziva turned to look at Gibbs. He did nothing but nodded.

"Mr. Canson, I'm really sorry but your brother might not be alive. A navy lieutenant was found—dead. Murdered." Ziva looked at the floor for a second and she was engaged in the conversation again. With a blank stare, he asked,

"Can I see him now?" And Ziva led him to the autopsy room. The elevator turned silent.

Gibbs left his desk in a hurry. He grabbed some papers and headed to the director's room upstairs. The director was definitely expecting his entrance.

"How bad?" He asked Gibbs.

"We're talking about possibly losing an agent, here, Leon." He looked at the director's eyes. "Maybe more if you keep responding slow like this." Gibbs added, not bothered to look at the director's expression. Gibbs raised an eyebrow and threw the papers to the director's desk.

A/N: thank you for reading, please review. :D
this was just the opening though, hope the next chapter's would be more interesting for you to read. :)