This is what my friends have expected me to do since day 1. I'm not kidding, I've been holding off posting this for a while. Anna, I will have no comments about how I'm obsessed with NCIS. (Even though it's true.)

Animinneapolis, 2012! Vic is going to be there and I'm soooo excited. I'm gonna be dressed as Ed (Wow shocker) and my friends are going to be Al, Mustang and Winry. The only person not dressing up as a character from FMA (besides the parents that insist on coming) is Anna Rowebot, she's going as Luffy from One Piece.

BTW: Equivalent Exchange, Anna Rowebot you promote my stories, I promote yours. READ ANNA'S FIC. IT'S A PHYSH FMA CROSSOVER AND IT'S REALLY GOOD!

Disclaimer: No matter how much I would love to own these two stories… I don't. Stop reminding me it's making me sad.

Chapter 1

"Ahh, Mr. Alchemist I've been expecting you." A white humanoid figure loomed in front of a towering gate.

"I've come for my brother." The blonde boy was smiling. Truth couldn't figure out why, and it bothered him. Could this boy have figured it out? No the mere thought of it was crazy! No one, not even the great Hohenheim had figured this out.

"So what will you give in return?" Truth stepped towards the boy, "Another arm? Another leg? Or perhaps you soul?"

A triumphant smile was on the boys face. "This gate is my connection to alchemy. So I should get to decide what to do with it."

Did he- did he really figure it out?

"This Gate holds the Truth, but it's also lead me astray."

"Would you really give up your alchemy? Lower yourself to a simple human?

"Lower myself? That's all I've ever been. Just a tiny insignificant human that couldn't even save a little girl."

Truth was stunned. So stunned he actually showed emotion. He started to laugh. "You've won alchemist. But there is a problem with this."

The golden eyes starred coldly at the white figure.

"You have beaten me. You now know the truth. But there is a small problem with that. You gained true knowledge, so now you can use alchemy weather you have your Gate or not. Therefore your price just dropped in value. Significantly."

"So what now?" Ed growled.

"I'm sending you to the other side of your Gate. You won't remember what happened at first because of the shock and you'll get your memory back with time. You will stay there for as long as it takes."

"Takes for what?"

"Your brother will be alive when you come back. Don't fret." Truth grinned evilly. Black arms came out of the Gate and pulled the short alchemist in. Ed didn't even struggle.

"DiNozzo," Gibb's voce rang.

"Yes boss?" came the immediate answer.

"Quit flirting. You're on duty."

DiNozzo turned back to the girl he had been 'questioning.'

The NCIS team was investigating the murder of Petty Officer Greenwood. He had been found behind a bar. His friends thought he was passed out drunk… until they flipped him on his back and saw a blood covered front and a gunshot wound. Tony had been in charge of 'questioning' the girl who had been working at the bar that night.

Ziva was in charge of checking the surrounding area.

"Gibbs we might have another one." She called, opening the dumpster next to the building. He had long blonde hair and was wearing tattered clothes. Here were multiple cut on his chest, shoulder and a few on his face. Blood was pooled on his clothes and to top it off: he didn't look any older than thirteen. She put two fingers to his neck, checking for a pause. She doubted that he had one but on contact the boy gasped.

"Somebody call an ambulance."

Gibbs and Ziva carefully lifted the boy out of the dumpster and laid him on the ground. The kid's breathing was erratic and his heart rate was slow.

"We need to try to stop the bleeding." Gibbs said, getting on his knees next to the boy.

"Where?" There were so many cuts that Ziva didn't know which one.

"You get the one on his shoulder; I've got this on his head."

They both took off their jackets and placed them in the areas Gibbs had said.

The ambulance arrived shortly after. The paramedics loaded the boy onto a stretcher then into the back of the van. "Ziva, accompany him to the hospital. When he wakes up find out as much as you can about him," assuming that he lives, Gibbs added in his head.

"Yes sir." She got into her car and followed them to the hospital.

Author's Note:

Look, it's really short and I apologize. The chapters will probably get to around two thousand words or so.

I hope you all like it.