Chapter 1:

The team sat having useless conversation in the bullpen while finishing up paperwork. Tim, a stick like young man with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes, sat silently at his desk in the corner, trying to ignore the bickering of Tony, his partner with dark brown hair and muscular stature, and Ziva, an israeli woman who was both muscular and beautiful, over some unimportant topic as the two usually did in the morning.

"Come on, you don't know the first thing about making lasagna, why don't you just admit it?" argued Tony as he shot Ziva a playful grin.

"Because, I know how to make lasagna and saying otherwise would be needlessly lying to you." she responded, although the irritation in her voice was barely masked.

"Then prove it, make us one and bring it in for us to try. Then I can prove just how little you know about the art of lasagna making." he pressed.

"Is that why you started this? So that I would to make you pasta?" Ziva inquired.

"No, why would I need to do that? I would make my own, I make the best Lasagna on this planet!"

"Prove it later, Dinozzo. Grab your gear, dead petty Officer at the docks" Said Gibbs, the leader of the team who had silver hair and old, icy blue eyes, as he strode to his desk and grabbed his gun and badge from the drawer while he held a cup of black coffee in his hand.

The three agents jumped into action, grabbing their bags and heading to the old elevator without missing a beat, following closely behind their boss to see what grieves crime they were find awaiting them next.

-BREAKLINE-

The two cars pulled up at the docks to the sight of a couple of metro cops rolling out caution tape, a shaken jogger who most likely found the body, and the teams medical examiner, Ducky, as well as his assistant, Jimmy Palmer.

"Dinozzo, bag and tag. Ziva, talk to the witness. Tim, photos." barked Gibbs, as they walked to the body. The three nodded and split up to do their assigned tasks, Ziva and Tony still arguing along the way.

"What we got Duck?" Gibbs asked the older man as he got closer. The body belonged to a young man, mid-twenties probably, and very muscular with black hair sprinkled with droplets of red blood from the mans brutally slashed throat.

"Well, so far, I'm afraid only the obvious. He was slashed with some sort of jagged knife across the throat, which is the most obvious cause of death with the amount of blood around. We found no ID on his person so his name is still unknown, although I believe that it should be easy to fi-" Ducky's listing of discoveries was cut short by a sharp intake of breath from close by, The two men looked up to see Tim staring in shock at the murdered man in front of him.

"Are you alright Timothy?" asked ducky, his voice laced with concern.

"That man's name is Damian Todd. He is not navy a navy officer, and he deserved to die" TIm stated, his voice filled with venom and anger, before he turned around, pulling out his phone and calling an unknown person. Leaving Ducky, Gibbs, and Palmer staring at Tim in confusion and shock.

"What did we miss?" asked Tony as he and Ziva rejoined their coworkers. They received no answer.