I. Prologue

By: Mrs. McGeek!

Author Note: The team finds them self's facing tough times on and off the clock. Terrorist copy cats are filling the streets trying to distract the team, while giving them a wild 'goose' chase to find the real terrorist. With each case they get closer and closer to finding out their true identitys, but for how long will they be running around this cruel labyrinth. A bit of Gibbs/ Jen, and Tony/ Ziva but mostly the story will be Abby/ McGee centered! I will need some advice on Relationships for all.Rated M for Language, a possable lime chapter and a bit of violence. Please Comment.

She wore a green sweater and tight jeans; it was her day off from her navel base which was not far off. Her medium brown hair bounced on ends of her shoulder as she took her afternoon jog. The small off base housing was in a quiet neighborhood not far from the nearest mall, but she preferred the quiet streets and small town feel. It made it feel more like home and not work. By now the rest of her squad, comprised mostly of men were out drinking, it's what most of them did on there day off. Sighing, the middle aged female stopped from her jog to take a break and take in the afternoon air. Everything seemed perfect, except something but the lieutenant couldn't place it. Taking out her small walkman she had been given as a present from one of her squad members, Shelby. Shelby had always been nice too her, well as nice as a probie could be without looking as though he were trying to suck up. Closing her eyes she relived the small memories that had circled around that Christmas, even if it was only for a brief moment. Opening her pale blue eyes she placed her ear buds into each ear, being careful to make sure neither fell out.

Playing a few classical Irish songs, the lieutenant started again on her jog, her feet pounded hard against the pavement as she past threw the small side walks that led into the city. Figuring she would avoid the city as it was almost time for the lunch rush she knew that everyone and their mothers would be out and about, but she had promised one drink with the guys. Keeping on the same path as before, she found that running threw the crowds was easier then people made it out to be in bigger cities. Then again the town's small pub was merely a few miles from the base and its housing district. The city its self was as small as the town, it has a few gas stations, a few McDonalds, and other fast food restaurants, Starbucks, one car repair shop and of course the Kilburn Pub. The pup was run by an Irish couple; the wife worked the finances and often times the bar as well. The husband was the lead singer for one of the local bands that played at the pup, the Kings of the Kilburn high.

Entering the pub by herself, the lieutenant kept her eyes searching threw the crowds and spotting the usual round table full of her squad members she walked briskly towards them. Shelby sat by with his coke in his hand while the others were downing bottles of beer. Russ and Jeff were doing shots, trying to beat the other. Both were brothers and were very competitive, but the odd thing was they looked nothing alike for being brothers and twins. Russ had dark hair while Jeff on the hand had reddish hair. Both looked up from their drinks as she entered and raising a shot towards her and smiled before going back to their heated debate on girls. Shelby's eyes lit up when she entered happy to see the returning lieutenant hoping to talk with her instead of hearing another drunken joke. Instead the lieutenant found an empty chair near the oldest member of the squad Sean. He looked calmed although she could smell the alcohol that emanated near the poor man. She felt for Sean, he had seen things that no man should ever have to see. He was her sniper and she could see him rise in the ranks with all his training.

Smiling to her self she ordered herself a bottle as she noticed Shelby shift unease in his seat, she gave him a thumbs up. "No worries Shell, I won't be driving." She replied hoping to easy his nerves.

"Aw cap't you baby him too much. Probies a hearty man he'll learn to down his drinks!"

"Sean yah know he can't down a drink. Yah didn't force him to did yah?" The lieutenant replied in a heavy Irish accent as she gave him a scolding stare.

"….Nah we just had a bit o' fun." Sean replied a drunken smile plastered on his face which was a good indicator that he was lying threw his teeth.

"Yah lyin' sack o' crap." she replied and smacking him on the arm lightly the three of them laughed lightly. "But in all seriousness lads, leave the poor man alone."

Shaking her head the lieutenant sighed and watched her squad joke around, drink, and over all enjoys each others company. She liked the feel of the pub, it was a place were people could come together and drink but over all enjoy each others company. Shelby had even joined in a few of the drunken songs that the group had started singing. As the night went on the lieutenant knew she had to get back to her apartment, and standing up most of her squad protested but she insisted due the amount of work that was to be done in the morning. Standing to her feet she wished everyone good-night and headed back out.

The streets were dark and empty at night and the lieutenant gave a small shiver as she wished that the town would fix the street lamps that had been broken for some time. Luckily for her she had brought her flashlight from her nine millimeter. Singing the soft Irish lullaby that her mother had once sang to her as a child, the lieutenant headed towards her apartment building which seemed so far off in the distance, then when she originally started. Figuring it was just the alcohol in her system she kept on the small path, and nearing the last street light she heard a small rustle near-by. Jumping slightly she smiled to herself; turning around she blinked and found that she was still alone. Her face contorted in a confused look as she went to inspect the bushes but finding nothing she shook her head and turned back around to her previous route. Nearly jumping out of her skin due to the shadow that stood in front of her she caught her breath.

"Oh it's you."

Author Notes: Well it's the first of many chapters to come, please comment the good and the bad. But please friendly fire here, which means no flaming angry words or I will bite you! Not really I'll probably shake my fist at my computer screen and then get over it. Thanks again for reading this, my other chapters will be longer as this is a Prologue, and those tend to be short.