i dont have a vast knowledge, nor do i own Bleach. i dont own NCIS. if some of the characters r off, i apologize in advanced. Enjoy!

"Ice Shards:
Chapter One;
Assignments"

It was yet another day in the Soul Society. Calm, and quiet, and with no reports of hallows, one would believe it might continue to be this way. "MADARAMEE, MATSUMOTOO! MY OFFICE!" A voice echoed through the seireitei (sry if i misspelled it).

Both Rangiku and Ikkaku rushed to the office of Toshiro Hitsugaya, whose head was on his desk, hands on his head, clenching his hair, and judging by the temperature of the room, felt like tearing it out by how angry he was.

Rangiku was practically called down every other day, however, the squad eleven captain, Kenpachi Zaraki, had asked him to keep an eye on his third seat for the day so he could get through the large stack of paperwork on his desk without having to worry about him tearing everything and everyone else apart. The captain agreed in order to keep him sane, and in all truth, he was close to done with his work so, he didn't mind as long as it was only a day.

They both stood in front of his desk, arms behind their backs, and a straight face on, being used to the tantrums. "Yes, Captain?" They questioned, calmly.

The young taicho looked up from his desk, his eyes fighting to calm the anger and annoyance in them, taking a few deep breaths before straightening his posture, and looking up at the twosome in a serious tone. He lifted a letter that was left on his desk. "Do you know what this is?" He asked, pointing at it.

They looked at each other, both carrying a face of confusion, before turning back at the captain. "Um,...a letter?" Ikkaku questioned with a shrug, while both he and Rangiku smiled nervously.

Toshiro slowly stood up, the letter at his side. "Do you know who it's from?" He questioned. The twosome stared at each other, then looked back at the white head, shrugging. "It is supposedly from Yamamoto!" He stated. The two seemed way off track. "Keyword is 'supposedly.'" He stated, walking around his desk and standing in front of them. He gave Matsumoto the letter. "Read it aloud!" He ordered her.

She looked at him, his strict and demanding tone shining in his eyes, then took the letter, unfolding it, and began to read. "To Taicho of the 10th Squad of Gotai 13: Hitsugaya Toshiro." She started. "I understand that you've been kept in a boring position holding the grounds here, but an excellent job has been done! However, as of today, I hand you an assignment! In the human world, the Naval Criminal Investigation team of a Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs is investigating a murder of a marine petty officer, murdered by a psychopathic human, and one of Aizen's recently discovered followers. I know they can handle the crazy one on their own, but I am more worried about what Aizen intends to do with them such time they learn of his existence. Therefore, I have put on a plan of action that is meant not just your expertise, but also your characteristics necessary." She continued.

He nodded, then turned to Ikkaku. "Now, you read the rest!" He ordered.

Ikkaku, just as confused as where this was leading, took the sheet of paper from Rangiku, then continued where she left off. "I know you of all people will not like this, but I ask you do it anyways, for the mission is crucial! We have located their next target! This family is heading into adoption soon, so the mission is now simple: if such time the family can't be saved, act as a witness for the NCIS team, and lead them so that they don't know of this one of Aizen's forces. Keep them targeted on the sociopath, and protect them from Aizen" Ikkaku looked up from the paper. "Sounds like you have a big mission!" He exclaimed.

Toshiro's eye twitched. "Read the last part of it!" He muttered.

The baldy looked back at the paper, looking at the small, final paragraph. "This part is vital, and is important so no one suspects anything. REMEMBER: You must act like a child! I know you don't regularly do so, so if not that, act like one who's seen troubles when meeting the parents, and if ever faced with being a witness, act scared when meeting them, and be careful as to not rouse the attention on yourself. Much obliged! Commander Yamamoto." He finished.

By this time, the two were confused, wanting to laugh, really, but were being glared at by Toshiro as they were just trying put together the puzzle pieces. "Alright! Which one of you forged it? Answer me, now!" He ordered.

The two stood there, surprised. Toshiro stood steady, his foot tapping on the floor, impatiently as the room's temperature dropped. Ikkaku just gave him a bewildered glance, seeming lost, still. "Sorry, Taicho, I didn't know anything about this until...well, right now, actually." He answered, handing the younger one the letter, trying not to laugh.

Toshiro took it before glancing at Rangiku. She just seemed slightly startled, before composing herself. "Same as Madarame! Sorry, Captain!" She said.

The young taicho let out a troubled sigh, making his way back to his desk with his head down. If Madarame did it, he'd already be seeking forgiveness with candy or toys, and he knew Rangiku would take pride in her pranks, so this meant she hadn't bothered; not like this, anyways. "You're excused! But if you hear your names again, you had better hope this isn't your handy work!" He threatened with a glare of ice.

The twosome nodded and left. As soon as the door closed, Toshiro took out the last letter from Yamamoto that led him to the Shawlong. He looked over the letter, and every basic word he could find, only to find that they matched perfectly. "Damn it!" He yelled, slamming his fist on his desk, nearly making it crack.

The room itself was turning into ice, and one could easily tell that this is where you want to stop pissing him off. He was in the worst of moods he had been in for centuries. He had to act like a child; one thing he was not. He had to act scared of a murder/murderer; one thing he was used to. And, to top it all of, he had to act like he had faith in humans that, according to the files he read about shortly after reading the letter, were more than likely going to make his head explode within a day. "WHY DID KAMI HAVE TO CURSE ME WITH THIS? !" He yelled to the sky above.

Toshiro got up, rubbing his temples, trying to think of things that could calm him before freezing the whole building solid. He began to pace in the iced room, the ice beginning to disappear, and he was slowly beginning to calm. He had begun to re-convince himself about the mission. At least it wasn't when he was called in, and was said it was because he was cute; that was the worst, and half the seireitei had colds because of how pissed off he was.

The ice was gone now, and he had actually been considering the assignment. Yes, he'd have to make himself look like an opposite of himself, but if it kept them away from Aizen's forces, he supposed he didn't have a choice in the matter; besides, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see how pathetic their investigation would be. That made him place on his best smirk, wondering how entertaining the humans would be.

There came a knock at his door, bringing himself to return to return to his neutral expression. He turned towards it, then replied. "Come in!" He called. The door opened, and he had found his lieutenant standing in the doorway, a letter in her hand. "What is it, Rangiku?" He asked, looking at her dead on in the eyes, easily ignoring her attractions.

She seemed rather serious this time, meaning things were either going to get bad, or worse. However you put it, it wasn't going to be a happy ending, more than likely. "I just found a letter from Yamamoto. He gave me the similar details to your mission, and claimed that I was meant to act as your social worker." She told him, handing him the letter.

Of course, he read it over, and found himself annoyed once again. "Not what I need..."

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