Hey whatz up? This is gonna be my first try at Baby Tony! They're are only a couple of good ones. And one of them stop! God, I hate that person for that. It was really good. So I decided to make my own. PLEASE tell me if the character's are OOC and any ways to make it better. THANKS! Enjoy~

DISCLAIMER: I STILL do NOT own NCIS. It's not like I own much anyways. . .

She ran. As fast as she could. Her feet pounded against the ground. Her heart raced as she heard yelling. She pushed herself even harder when she heard a car engine roar. She looked and made a split-second decision, and perhaps a dumb one, especially at night. She quickly ditched the road path and ran blind into the forest. The car stopped and footsteps began to follow her. Adrenaline rushed though her. Now she was thankful for her father making her run everyday during her teen years. That however, didn't do much good to her, as she tripped. The bundle in her hand fell onto the ground. It had began to cry.

The Lady went back on her feet and picked up the baby. "Sh, Shh. Don't cry, now. Mommy needs you to be quiet. Shh. Shh." The baby began to hiccup, nevertheless he stopped crying loudly.

The damage was already done. Footsteps got louder and louder. The Lady did one thing her family embedded into her: To make sacrifice for the ones you love. She put the baby down behind a tree. Her eyes looked lovingly and longing at her child; she kissed the top of his head and whispered, "I'm sorry sweetie, Mommy has to go. Remember Mommy will always love you." She ran her hand though his brown tuft of hair and kissed his head more one time, before leaving him forever. She grabbed a handful of sticks and covered his with them.

She sighed. Footsteps crushed even louder now. She turned and ran. The men followed her footsteps, keeping the baby from harms way. The Lady kept on running, remaining herself that she needs to have them as far away for thei- No Her child. She stopped when she was face-to-face with a gun. Click! The gun was officially loaded.

"Going somewhere?" His was cold, harsh, and without a doubt, filled with hatred.

"Away from you and away from here." Her voice mirrored his.

The men behind her caught up with them. Click! Click! Click! Click!

He gave a cold smirk, " Are we gonna do it the hard way or the easy way?"

She sent him a nasty glare. "What do you think?"

He sighed. "Well, a man can hope. It really doesn't matter. The Boss will still pay us. He said dead was just as good as alive."

"Wait!" She screamed.

He grinned, "So you decide to come with us then."

Her eyes pleaded to him, "If you're gonna shoot me, not in the face. Please, not in the face."

He glared at her, trying to figure out if she had something planned. In the end, he lowered his gun to her chest, "Sweet dreams."

That night, a gunshot echoed in the forest.

Lead Investigator, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs strode into the bullpen with his trademark coffee cup in his hand. Senior Field Agent Caitlin "Kate" Todd looked up and greeted, "Morning Gibbs."

Probational Agent Timothy "Tim" McGee stood and said, "Morning Boss."

Ding! The elevator door opened and Israeli Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David rushed into the bullpen.

"You're late Ziva." Gibbs commented.

She dumped her backpack onto the ground. "Yes, the route I took today took longer than I thought."

"Anticipate then! Don't be late again!"

"Yes Gibbs." She sat down.

Gibb's cell phone rang. "Gibbs!" He barked into the phone. "Be right there." He pocketed his phone and grabbed the keys. "Gear up! Ziva, gas the truck!" He tossed the keys to Ziva.

"What do we have?" McGee asked.

"We'll see." was his response.

The ride to the murder stop wasn't pleasant at all. Not only was in along a mountain, but rocky roads plus Gibbs driving speed just made it terrifying.

"Relax Tim." Kate told McGee, who looked a little green from the ride, as they unloaded the van, "it could have been worse."

McGee sceptically looked at her. "Really? How?"

"Ziva could have been driving."

Ziva gave a you-gotta-be-kiddin' expression. "My driving is not that bad."

" Right Ziva, and Gibbs wasn't a marine." Kate sarcastically relied.

The trio walked into the forest. They came in sight of a dead middle-aged women. Nearby, there was a message written in blood. It only was four words.

NCIS Protect Tony Jethro

"Where's Ducky?" Gibbs voice snapped them out of their concentration.

"Here Jethro. My apologizes for being late." Doctor Donald "Ducky" Mallard, the NCIS ME, apologized, "Mr. Palmer took the wrong turn."

Jimmy Palmer, the assistant ME, defended himself. "You had the map, Doctor. You said right."

"I meant right as in correct, Mr Palmer. Not as in to turn right."

"Well, I didn't know what you meant, Doctor. It was really unclear."

"Perhaps you should have asked then, rather than assume."

Palmer sighed. It was pointless to argue with Ducky.

"McGee, pictures! Kate, measure and sketch! Ziva, bag and tag!" Gibbs ordered.

They all quickly went to work. Ziva looked around, making sure that she didn't miss anything since she had nothing. The culprits were good and thorough, making sure that they didn't leave a trance. She noticed a foot trail and began to follow it.

"McGee, who is our Jane Doe?"

McGee scanned her fingerprints. "Uhhh, Boss. We have a problem."

"What, McGee?"

"The fingerprint is unknown. There's no match for her."

The lead investigator glared at Tim for a while, then crouched down next to Ducky,

"Time of Death, Duck?"

"Wait a minute Jethro. I just got here." Ducky sticked the liver probe into the body. "Hmm, I would say eight hours ago. So at 1:00."

"COD?"

"Well, I can only speculate at the moment, but judging by the amount of blood lost, I would say that the gunshot wound in the stomach and the lost of blood ended this young lady's life. You know, this remained me of a time in Scotland In 1972, or was it in 1973. No, I'm certain it was in-"

"Ducky!" Gibbs interrupted.

Ducky looked at him. "Oh yes, Mr. Palmer, can you get the gurney?"

"Yes, Doctor." Palmer left.

Ducky turned to Gibbs, "What do you think the message means, Jethro?"

" I don't know Duck."

"Obviously, this woman knew you."

"Gibbs!" Ziva's voice rang. "You should come here!"

Gibbs and the rest of the team walked to where Ziva was. Ziva was staring at a pile of sticks.

"What are you looking at Ziver?" Gibbs asked.

"A child, Gibbs."

Gibbs looked inside the pile. Bight brilliant green eyes looked at Gibbs. He crouched down, delicately picked him up and rocked him. Gibbs was surprised that the baby didn't cry.

"Now we know who 'Tony' is now." Kate stated.

"What are you going to do with him, Gibbs?" Ziva asked.

Gibbs looked at all of them. He gave an answer no one expected. "I don't know."

There you go! The first chapter! I would like to see reviews please! ^.^ Like I said earlier, I would like to know how I did and if I could improve. As I was typing this, I realized that I wasn't sure what Ducky used to determine the time of death. So please tell me what it it. Or if I got it right.

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