I'm pretty new at writing here, it'll be my first 'serious' fanfic I'm going to try here so please don't be too hard on me ;) English isn't my mother tongue either but I'll do my best! I also do not own anything of NCIS but I love it so much :) Reviews or any kind of feedback are very welcome! Please do give me feedback so I can learn :) Enjoy!

Inside a dark room with barely any light, a man was sitting at a table. The room was damp and musty, there was water dripping from the walls due to a broken pipe. A creaking old door opened and a woman, dressed in a black suit, hair held in a ponytail stepped into the room.

"Mr. Kenley, I assume?"

"Depends who is asking…"

The woman held back a small smile and proceeded towards the table. She took a seat across the man. She opened up her briefcase and took out some documents. She spent a few moments reading them before turning her gaze back on the man in question. She dropped the papers on the table and crossed her arms having her eyes meet his.

"I don't think you're in the position to answer me like that Mr. Kenley. I have... Orders for you..."

His eyes narrowed as he tried to study the woman to understand where she was getting at. Another man walked inside the room and offered the man at the table a glass of water to drink, he left right after. The man at the table took a sip and diverted his attention back to the woman.

"I don't just take orders from anyone... You shall have to tell me who you are or either what this is about."

"Very well." She nodded and handed the man a few papers. "I believe I may call you Alex?"

The man nodded. "You can.. Will you tell me what this is about..?"

"Of course. I cannot tell you what we do or who sent me to bring this to you. But this is regarding your brother Dean Kenley."

He refused to look up right away and pretended to be reading the papers instead. His head slowly turned upwards meeting her blue eyes. "My brother is dead.." He told her with a slight shocked tone. His hands were crumbling the sides of the papers he was holding. A sense of anger was flowing right through him.

"Exactly, and that is where you come in. We believe your brother was on to something interesting.. Sadly he got caught by the feds though he did not go with them willingly. He resisted which got him killed in the heat of the moment."

"No need to tell me that again!" The anger in his voice was raised and he stood up bending over her watching down right on top of her.

"Please.. Sit.. It's that from you that we need.. We need you to finish what he started."

The man's interest rose as the woman filled him in on the details of the job. She handed him a few more papers and also some items he may need. He signed a few papers and handed them back to the woman.

"This task is very important. Don't blow it. The orders aren't mine and you must pretend you don't know me or even spoke to me. It's very crucial."

He nodded and grinned at her in silence. He got up from his chair and shook hands with the woman.

"I'll make sure it'll all end well."

"Nothing else is expected from you."

She guided him towards the door and they both left the room. He was carrying a small bag with the few papers that were left for him and a few items. He drove back towards his apartment where he was currently staying. This was also addressed to him for the job and he would be staying here for the time being. He got out of his car and walked up to his apartment. Not bothering to wait for the elevator, he took the stairs all the way to his new room. He opened up his bag and took everything out. "So sorry it has to be this way.. But I do it all for you Dean." He mumbled to himself.

At the headquarters it was DiNozzo who first appeared right after his boss.

"Goodmorning, Boss!"

"DiNozzo.."

"Ha McGoo you're late!" He said right after the elevator dinged and noticed McGee stepping out of it.

"Like 30 seconds, I was right behind you."

"Still make you late Probie. Where's Ziva?"

"Right here!" She came from under her desk. "I dropped my pen.."

"Sure you did.. What else did you do down there..?"

"DiNozzo cut it! Grab your gear all! Got a dead marine.."

The team collected their gear and made their way to the parking lot. Arriving at the crime scene they all started doing what they needed too. McGee started taking pictures of the dead body and any clear evidence that was scattered around. Tony and Ziva were collecting anything that seemed of interest or help for the case. Gibss strode towards Ducky who was sitting near the body taking temperature.

"Time of death, Duck?"

"Based on the temperature I'd say somewhere between 2 and 4 AM this morning. Ah Jethro.. This young boy didn't seem to have much of luck."

"Any cause of death?"

"I would say beaten up with a baseball bat but I can't tell for sure. The wounds in his neck and face certainly go that way. And I believe Anthony found one nearby. The amounts of blood loss also suggest he was still alive when it happened. Though he does appear to have a sick look. I'm sorry Jethro further info I can't give unless I've done the autopsy."

"Thanks Duck"

Gibbs stared at McGee who was done taking pictures. He also used the finger scan for identification on the victim.

"According to the info this is petty officer Gregory Landen. He just came back from his mission and was about to visit his family."

Gibbs nodded and gave his team a look. "Bag it up people we're heading back."

Ones arrived back at the headquarters the evidence was being brought up to Abby's lab. The team was doing their best looking up any financial records and phone records of the victim that would lead to anything suspicious.

"What do you got, Abby?" With long passes he strode inside Abby's lab not scaring her as she felt he would be arriving anytime soon. Abby had a great 6th sense for that. She always knew when Gibbs was about to pop up and usually it took place when she actually found something.

"Gibbs!" She tugged his arm to move closer to the screen. "See this?"

"Yeah?"

"This is confirmation!"

"Of what Abby?"

"That the weapon used on our victim was indeed the baseball bat that was found near our victim! And there's more!"

Gibbs looked her over whilst she was processing more evidence. He always loved it when Abby was able to come up with quick answers. He never had to wait long for results and he was pretty sure that Abby was the best in her field. He always confirms it with small kisses on the cheek, compliments, hugs and mostly Caf-Pow! He waited patiently for her to get done processing.

"These.. Are traces of some kind of chemical I can't seem to figure out what it's used for. It isn't being recognized by Major Mass Specc and that's always bad!"

"Anyway this will help us with the case?"

"Not sure yet but it probably will, I'll do my best to figure it out anyways!"

"I know you will. Thanks Abs." He kissed her cheek and dropped off a freshly bought Caf-Pow. He went back upstairs to his team whilst Abby watched him go. She was always fond of her boss. Gibbs was much more to her then just a coworker. Deep inside she even thought of him to be much more than a good friend. It wasn't unusual for her to wonder if there ever would happen something between both of them. Lately the kisses came more frequent and he tended to stick around longer in her lab then needed. To her it was clear that she had a soft spot for him but she never made a move thinking he wouldn't feel the same way. She spent the next hour focusing on the powder but not quite figuring out what use it is. It was getting quite late that day and all of the team called it a night for now..