A/N: Hiya, so I've come across this again, and decided to polish over it. I've edited this and a few following chapters, and may even continue writing if I have the time. It's funny looking back and seeing how a 12 year old me wrote, so here it is re-written a couple years later. :P

CHAPTER 1

JJ unlocked the door to her apartment. It was a small thing, but she hadn't too many plans to stay there for much longer. After having the best night of her life, she had a feeling she may be moving out soon. Her boyfriend, Anthony DiNozzo had proposed. Glancing at the beautiful diamond ring adorning her finger, she smiled warmly. She hadn't expected it; but she'd certainly dreamt of it. She'd wanted to cry with joy, which she was close to doing. She'd never been in love with anyone like she was with Tony. She hadn't thought she could love anyone so strongly.

Despite not having one of the most ideal first meetings, she wouldn't have changed a thing. They'd gotten stuck in a malls lift for nearly three hours after the system malfunctioned. It was the best mistake of her life entering that elevator.

Kicking the door shut behind her, she slid her jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack. She soon caught a whiff of the jacket, and crinkled her nose. She really needed a shower. Making her way upstairs, she stretched out, still smiling giddily. Knocking the door to the bathroom open, she pulled her dress off before kicking her heels off, letting out a sigh of relief. After spending two hours in those things, they needed off. Stepping into the shower, she twisted the nozzle to warm. She could feel the warm water sooth her aching back; the water refreshing her senses. She'd needed it after the great day she'd had. It'd all joined together perfectly.

About nearly quarter of an hour, she decided it was time for bed. Glancing over at the clock, she saw it was, 12:45. It was late, and she needed a good night's rest. She had an early day tomorrow, having to look over potential cases, have a meeting with Hotch and Rossi, and after work she had dinner with Tony. She couldn't wait to see him again, even though she'd kissed him goodbye almost 35 minutes ago.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she shivered slightly as the air hit her arms, making her skin prickle. Pushing the bathroom open, she stepped out, yawning. Making her way to her room, she entered, and went straight to her alarm clock before she could forget. Her ears perked up at a slight creak in the floor, but quickly dismissed it, trying to get the damn clock to work. A breath of ear tickled at her back, and her eyes widened. Before she could do anything, a large hand clamped over her mouth, and an arm wrapped around her waist.

Biting at the hand, a masculine voice cursed, his grip loosening, and she stomped on his foot. Breaking free, she ran around him, and made a move for the door before realising it was locked. Panic finally setting in, she turned, and saw him looking at her with a nasty look. It quickly transformed into a sly smirk, and he licked his lips, taking a threatening step forward. She considered trying to take him on for a second, but almost instantly dismissed the thought. He was tall and towering, and she'd have no chance up against him. Backing into the door, he came to stand in front of her, wrapping each hand around her wrists. He pushed into her, moving so it let her towel loosen, and it fell to the carpet.

Taking her left hand, he brought it around her back, as he did with the other, and took a hold of both her wrists with one hand. With one free hand, he placed it between them, cupping her breast, and let out a satisfied sigh. JJ struggled against him, letting out a soft sob, needing to get him off her. He laughed, mocking her. "Oh, JJ, I'm going to have so much fun with you."

She looked at him with wide eyes, terrified to know why he knew her name, and gulped. He grinned before pressing a kiss to her neck. The hand on her breast let go and trailed down her stomach, before cupping her. She let out a gasp at the contact, and started trying to fight harder against him. "Let me go!" She screamed, but was quickly silenced when he pulled her forward then slammed her against the door, making her head rattle against the wood.

"I'm gonna fuck you 'till you can't make anymore noise."

NCIS

Tony exited the elevator doors happily whistling a tune, and headed to his desk. Ziva looked up at Tony blankly.

"What are you so berry about?" She asked.

"It's cherry, Ziva." Sitting at his desk, he smiled at her.

"What are you so cherry about then?"

"Nothing. I'm just in a good mood."

Ziva smiled; he always had this look when it had something to do with a girl. "It's a girl."

"Can't a guy be happy for no particular reason?"

"Of course; but not when it's you, Tony."

Tony glanced over at his co-worker with a mischievous smile. Unknown to everyone, he was seeing a beautiful woman, who he could honestly say he loved. They'd been together for the past several months, and after last night, they were officially engaged. She was his fiancée, now. He knew he probably should've told people about this little fact, but they both decided they wanted to keep this to themselves for a while.

Okay, there was a downside to this choice though. Firstly, he'd never met any of her friends, nor her team, considering she was in the FBI. He'd introduced her to his family in Boston, though he hadn't had a choice in that matter.

You know, Tony DiNozzo never pictured himself as the type of guy to fall for an FBI gal; but he loved her more than himself, and that was saying something. Actually, he'd never seen himself truly falling for anyone before, but here he was, a sucker in love. She was smart, beautiful, funny, kind and caring… what more could a guy ask for? Besides Angelina Jolie, of course. Scratch that, JJ was better than her. Damn, he would've never seen himself saying that less than a year ago.

She hadn't met his team yet either. But that was a good thing, as they'd possibly scare her off. He had to work up the courage to propose. They'd only been together for 7 months, 12 days – he looked at his watch – 11 hours, 45 minutes and 21 seconds, no, 22, 23, 24… you get the point. Yes, he'd counted every single second they'd officially been together. It wasn't weird at all. He was more than ecstatic when she'd said yes. He couldn't wait for dinner tonight with JJ. He was looking forward to seeing her again, only this time they were engaged.

"Cut the chatter. Gear up," Gibbs, the team's leader said as he walked to his desk, a coffee securely fastened in his hand.

"What's it today boss?" McGee asked, or as Tony liked to put it, McGeek.

"We have a dead sailor." Tony grabbed his things and followed Gibbs to the elevator. Quickly hurrying from behind were Ziva David and Timmy McGeek.

FBI BAU

Emily sat at her desk, spinning around in her chair as she attempted to spot her friend and team member, JJ. She was starting to worry. The woman was supposed to be there by seven, and it was nearly nine. At first she'd thought she'd been caught up, but then she thought she would've called in. It was like her at all. JJ was never late, especially when she was supposed to be having a meeting with Hotch.

"Morgan, I'm getting worried. JJ's never late... ever."

Morgan glanced up from the stacks of papers sitting on his desk, waiting to be filled out. He looked flustered. "I really don't know, Prentiss," he sighed. "But…" he continued, "She's probably just running later, or got caught up." He replied before getting back to his work.

He was behind on work, and if she bothered him again, he'd probably bite her head off. Looking back at the door, she hoped JJ would walk through saying she'd been caught in traffic. But she had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.

"Prentiss."

Emily looked up, seeing Hotch standing outside his office, looking concerned. "Yes, sir?"

"Do you happen to know where JJ is?"

"No, I don't."

She paused for a second before face palming. She could call her. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Idiot. Grabbing her phone from her desk, she dialled JJ's number. First she tried her cell phone. Nothing. Then her home phone. Nothing. Sighing, she shoved it in her pant pocket. "She's not answering her phone either."

Now she was scared. Where the hell was she?