A/N: I know this story takes place before NCIS actually came on air but I had to do that in order for Eddie to be in it. I already have the story all written out and I'm planning on writing a sequel to it. But I'm editing and placing the story into chapters so the more reviews I get the faster I'll work. I am writing more fan fictions so I'm working between this one and those right now. I have it classified under CSI because the sequel will be taking place in Vegas and I'm not sure if the agents will even be in it. I might have Tony and Kate on vacation and have them in it. So everyone knows I'm a TATE fan and a GC fan. So those will be where I'm leaning, also NS. So review please, good or bad I don't care.

June 3rd 2002
Minn Residence 08:30

The little girl sat on her bed staring blankly at the bedroom door. The door knob began to turn and she scooted backwards crawling off the bed hiding from sight. Her eyes stayed on the door as it opened letting a women enter the room.

The lady wore black dress pants, a black shirt, a tan jacket, and black leather gloves. She stepped further into the room and looked around. Eyes falling to the floor she bent down to get a better look. "Blood drops," she said studying the parallel droplets. Standing back up she headed towards the bed. Behind her in the hallway the coroners pushed the gurney out of the room that was across the hall.

"Mommy," the little girl said jumping up as the gurney disappeared. The women jumped and her hand flew to her chest as she took in a deep breath.

"You scared me," the women said after calming down.

"Mommy" the girl pointed towards the door and then her hands went to her ears. "No noise."

The women's eyes looked at the girl and then to the door and then back to the girl. Walking back to the bedroom door she shut it and walked back over to the bed. The girl walked backwards. Bending down the women pulled out her badge and handed it to the girl.

"Real?" The girl asked hardly looking at the badge. With a nodded from the women the girl stepped forward. "No noise."

"You can't hear me." The women said as the girl stepped closer. She continued to hold the badge out until the girl was in front of her and holding the badge then she let her arm dropped to her knee.

"I …" The girl began but then jumped. "What was that?" Looking at the women's surprised face she looked at the badge. "Car door."

"I'm confused." The women said not aware the girl could hear her now.

"Many people are," the girl said calmly. "My head hurts."

The women looked at the girls head and saw that there was a cut on her left temple. It seemed to be bleeding. "Let's get you out of here." Standing up the girl began to back away.

"He will hurt me."

"No one will hurt you," she bent back down. "I promise."

"He hurt mommy," the girl said once again stepping closer to the women in front of her.

"My name is Caitlin Todd. Kate for short. I'm with NCIS," she pointed at the badge in the girl's hand. "What's your name?"

"Aimee Armstrong," She replied. "Not police?"

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service, I'm one of there agents. I'm like the police for the military."

"Daddy is a marine," Aimee said proudly with a smile.

"My boss was a marine." Kate smiled. "How bout we make a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"I will let you hold my badge while we are outside. I want to get a better look at that cut."

"What if he is out there," Aimee asked looking at her window. "I don't wanna be left alone."

"I will be with you or another agent at all times. Is that okay?"

"You."

"Alright," Kate smiled and stood. The girl held up her arms and she smiled more and picked her up. After settling her on her hip she exited the room. Three men were standing outside the master bedroom, door wide open, talking.

The bed was covered in blood along with the floor. Aimee's eye's widened and she began to whimper softly. The three men turned and looked at the two of them eyes wide with surprise.

"I'm scared Kate." Aimee said tightening her grip on the badge as she wrapped her arms around Kate's neck. "I'm scared. Don't let him hurt me."

"I won't let anyone hurt you." Kate replied hugging the girl to her. "Shut the door." She whispered to the three men and headed downstairs.

"Aimee," A man yelled just as the stepped outside. He ran towards them. "Oh, Aimee I was so worried." When the man reached them Aimee pulled herself even closer to Kate.

"Sir, what is your name?" Kate asked tightening her grip on the girl in a protective way.

"Lt. Seth Minn." He glared at her. "I'm Aimee's step father."

"Lt. Minn," one of the men from upstairs said. He walked up to him the other two men behind him. "I would like to ask you some questions."

"Who are you," Minn said with a cold stare.

"Agent Gibbs," he pointed at the two men behind him. "Agent DiNozzo, Agent McGee. And this is Agent Todd," he pointed at Kate.

"Daddy!" The girl yelled as another man ran forward.

"Aim's," the man said stopping in front of Kate. He lightly placed a hand on Aimee's shoulder. "Major Drake Armstrong, I'm Aim's biological father. Agent Todd do you know what happened to her forehead?"

"No I don't. I was going to take care of it now," she thought for a moment. "Why don't you come with me Major and the Lt. here could go with Agent Gibbs."

"DiNozzo got with Kate." Gibbs ordered." McGee, Lt. if you will come with me." The three men walked off towards the house and Kate headed for the NCIS van, DiNozzo and the major right behind her.

"Tony can you get the first aid kit." She asked opening the passengers' side door. Placing the girl on the seat she smiled. "Now I'm going to look at your head or do you want your dad to do it?"

"You," Aimee replied then signed something to her father.

"She said she can't hear anything again and thank you," he said and then signed back. There signing continued as she bandaged her head.

"Major I found Aimee in her room. The problem is that the scene was cleared. So … we need to know how she wasn't found earlier." Kate said, DiNozzo standing behind her now.

"She has a room connected to her closet. It's hard to find unless you know where to look. She was probably in there and then came out when they left her room. It's her special place."

"She said 'no noise'. Do you know what she meant?"

"That her hearing has gone out. She suffers from otosclerosis and when she can't hear that's how she informs people. Normally her hearing goes out once or twice a day and it's normally at night."

"Daddy." Aimee said softly. "Noise gone."

June 7th 2002
Las Vegas, Nevada 11:30pm.

"Grissom, Catherine," Detective Jim Brass said walking over to the two criminalist that walked under the crime scene tape. "Sorry about interrupting your nights off but we had a quadruple homicide the others are working. So had to call you two."

"It's alright," Catherine Willows said putting on a smile. "So what have we got?"

"Vic had a fake name so we don't know who he is yet. Manager found him after the couple next door called in to complain about the television being loud. He knocked no one answered knocked again then entered to find Mr. John Doe dead on the bed. Rooms a mess," he smiled and followed them into the hotel room.

"Damn. Put up one hell of a fight," She said looking around the room.

"Catherine … Grissom." David said walking over to the body. "He's been dead at least four hours. COD most likely was blunt force trauma to the back of the head," he pointed to the spot. Rolling the body over they noticed the bruises and scratches. "He did put up a fight. We already took pictures of the body in its original position. We'll do fingernail scrapings and all that before the autopsy. Not much more for me to tell you, Robbins should have more later."

"Thank you David," she said eyeing her supervisor who had remained silent. "Let's get started." She headed over to the second bed and studied it. "Covers are slightly pulled back."

"Bad cleaning lady," Brass suggested.

"Hair," she replied snapping on latex gloves. Pulling out tweezers she picked up the single strand of hair. "Blonde, twelve inches … female?" She placed it in an evidence bag. As she placed the evidence down on her kit a strap protruding out from under the bed caught her attention. Taking a couple pictures she pulled it out from under the bed. "Dora the Explore."

"Excuse me," Grissom said.

"Look who joined the living," Catherine replied looking up at the man who was now standing in front of her.

"Ha-ha, funny. Can we get to work now?"

"Whatever," she said rolling her eyes. "It's a book bag with Dora the Explorer on it. My guess is our vic wasn't alone."

"Maybe Brass was right about a bad cleaning lady."

"So you do listen."

"Catherine I'm not going to argue with you in the middle of a crime scene."

"See that's the problem with you. You like to avoid the problem when it deals with you but when it deals with someone else you, primarily me, you make them spill it."

"Catherine, not now."

"Then when," she placed the bag in a large brown evidence bag and stood up. Placing the evidence bag on the bed she put her hands on her hips. "When one of us is dying? Or maybe when I'm in a coma then you won't have to worry about what I say."

"Catherine now …"

"Is not the time. Whatever," she turned and continued to collect evidence.

A couple hours later they had four swabs for DNA, the book bag, a .9mm from the dresser, 17 prints, one hand print, and a bloody tee-shirt. Now they were walking back to there Denali's.

"Grissom can you run this stuff to the lab. I have to meet someone in a couple hours," Catherine asked.

"Sure. Boyfriend?" He asked sounding a bit disappointed.

"Not really," she said climbing into her Denali and drove away.