A/N::: Ok, so this is officially my first fanfic. YAY! Im excited! :)) Props and tons of thanks to Taylor-V for helping me out!! 3. Well, obviously you're reading this to see the R&R part. So there is no point in telling you to read. So all I can say is REVIEW! And I hope you like it! :)

~Shinozzo

Chapter 1: In Blood

Mrs. Evenson pulled her silver Dodge minivan into the driveway, having just finished running a couple errands, and noticed that her husband had already arrived.

Great, she thought irately. Now she couldn't surprise him with the dinner she'd planned for that night. He'd just returned from Iraq a week ago, and she was still getting used to having him around.

Gathering all of her groceries into her arms, she turned off the car with a twist of the keys and stepped out of the driver's seat. As she made her way up to the front door, muffled shouts exploded from the inside of her house. A gun shot stung her ears, stunning her so efficiently that the groceries in her arms dropped with a papery crunch on the cement.

"Tom!" she screamed.

Whipping her cell phone out, Mrs. Evenson shakily dialed 911 and rummaged through her purse, scouring the mess frantically for her keys. She unlocked the door and rushed inside.

"Tom! Tom! Where are you?!" she shrieked, heart pounding a tattoo into her throat.

Blood. Blood everywhere. Staining the snowy carpet scarlet, smeared across the kitchen tile in a trail that led to the back door. If her heart hadn't been thrumming so erratically, it would've stopped. Stumbling weakly, she guided herself through the kitchen by leaning all her weight on the table, supported by her hand. Her feet slipped in the bloody path across the tile and she fought the urge not to puke. The back door had been left to swing ominously in the light breeze, as had the gate in the backyard. She staggered onto the grass, and after realizing that no one was there, followed the trail of red to the alley. The screech of tires burned her eardrums as a black suburban squealed around, driving faster than she could register what had happened. She screamed, yelled, cried for help, but no one came.

Tom was in there. Tom had been taken. From her. And there was nothing she could do. She fell to the gravel, overcome with tears.

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The elevator door dinged as Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo walked in, a fresh cup of coffee in his hand.

"Well, good morning, Agent McGee!" Tony cried cheerily, not at all the usual way he spoke to McGee.

"Uh, good morning?" Agent McGee replied, glancing confusedly around for a possible explanation of Tony's extreme shift in behavior.

"And how is my very special little agent doing this lovely morning?"

"What do you want, Tony?"

"Aw, Probie! Do I have to want something to tell you how very important you are to me?!"

McGee stood up and walked over to Tony's desk.

"What do you—oof! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?!" McGee yelled, doubling over to grasp his now-throbbing shin.

"Yes, Tony," asked Mossad officer Ziva David, just walking in. "Why are you torturing McGee again?"

"Good morning to you too, Zee-vah!" Tony grinned, initiating her "special" nickname.

Ziva stabbed him with a shut-up-before-I-shoot-you look and he pouted playfully for just a second. McGee hobbled back to his desk and rubbed the spot on his shin where Tony had kicked him.

"Where is Gibbs?" Ziva wondered absently.

"Oh, you know. Up in the director's office having the daily argument with Mommy."

Ziva tried to warn him with a cautious glance, but—

"He's behind me, isn't—arg!" Tony yelped, attempting to disguise the ache in his head where Gibbs had smacked him. "Good morning, boss!"

"DiNozzo! Coffee!" Gibbs demanded.

"On it, boss!" And with that, Tony made his way down to retrieve said coffee.

He returned just in time to hand Gibbs the cup before his phone rang.

"Ya, Gibbs," he barked into the speaker.

To pass the time, Tony began pelting Ziva with spitballs. She glared at him with a murderous expression, silently warning him to try it one more time while McGee complained about his shin. Hanging up the phone, Gibbs stared in disbelief at his "team". He simply rolled his eyes, letting it slide this time.

"Grab your things. We've got a missing marine," he stated, heading off to the elevator.

Ziva and Tony followed immediately, with McGee trailing along.

"C'mon, McGoo, you're running behind," Tony teased.

"Yeah, well… if it wasn't for—"

"MCGEE, Get your butt over here! NOW!" Gibbs commanded.

He barely made it through the doors before they shut.

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The team arrived at the relatively clean crime scene, compared to what they were accustomed to. Stepping carefully inside, they spotted a woman, curled on her couch, tears streaking her cheeks with black mascara.

"DiNoz—"

"Get her statement. On it," Tony interrupted before Gibbs could finish his instructions.

"McGee—"

"Pictures and sketches," he sighed, shuffling off to do his duty.

"Ziva?"

"Bag and tag."

And Gibbs himself moved over to the commanding officer. "What happened here?"

"We got a call from the wife," the officer replied bluntly. "Said she was walking up to the front door when she heard shouting and a gun shot from inside. When she got in, they already got out. They went to the backyard, into the alley, and into a car. She says she got the plate numbers, so you might want to get it."

"Boss!" Tony called anxiously. "You might want to come check this out."

Gibbs made his way over to where everyone had gathered and took the paper Ziva held out to him.

"I found this on the floor next to the sofa," she stated softly.

In blood, still very much wet, the letters NCIS blazed ruby across the white paper.

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THE END!! Haha, no not really. (only of chapter 1) I will update soon! I guess when people review. Now I understand why writers say, "I will only update when you guys review!" LOL!