Another day generally meant another case for US crime fighters, and today for those who worked for the small agency known as NCIS was no exception. A naval captain had been found dead on the border of a patch of woodland in West Virginia, and of course the Major Criminal Response Team had been called in to investigate and solve the probable murder.

The Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, the utterly ruthless Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the utterly deadly Mossad Liaison Zee-Vah David and the utterly geeky McGeek (known to some as Thom E. Gemcity and to others as Tim McGee) arrived at the scene bang on 9:00 in their shiny NCIS crime fighting mobile, and went to greet the police officers currently maintaining the scene.

"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS," The boss stated to the person who appeared to be in charge- a large, burly officer with a worn expression and greying hair. He looked like the kind of guy who worked too much overtime and never got paid enough for it, who liked to avoid drama and drank to sort out his issues, who lead a lonely life. "What happened here?"

"The Captain over there was found dead this morning by a group of early hikers, we have them all waiting over there if you want their statements," he gestured over to his right, where a group of people in hiking gear were sat, looking impatient but frightened at the same time.

"Did you ID the body?" Gibbs asked in an interrogation-like manor.

"No," replied the officer, "We haven't touched it; we thought we'd leave it to the pros."

Gibbs nodded silently, looking momentarily pleased that the cops had left them to it and that they'd called them pros. "McGee: stay by the entrance and wait for Ducky, Ziva: go and take statements from the hikers, DiNozzo: go and ID the body- check for a wallet, a cell, you know the drill. I'll be looking for taking measurements and photos."

The team accepted their instructions without a fuss and split up- McGee back to the van, Ziva over to the witnesses, Gibbs and DiNozzo to the body. It was lying right on the edge of the woods, where the trees were few and the tarmac of the road began.

Tony knelt down by the side of the body: a heavily toned man about 6ft tall with chestnut brown hair. His eyes were wide open with a look of torment about them and were a unique shade of hazel that looked strangely familiar to him, even though he was positive that he'd never seen this guy before. He was extremely slim- as if he'd been starved, with wounds covering him from head to toe- some bloody cuts and scars, some bruises, some burns. He'd clearly been tortured, but the one wound that stood out the most was a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead: the injury that was fatal enough to end his life. Tony couldn't help it, but he suddenly had a wave of déjà vu wash over him. The headshot, the blank, tormented hazel eyes staring into pure nothingness. Tony's hands started to tremble as he reached into the pocket of the dead man's jeans and pulled out a wallet and an ID badge. At the sight of the name written on the ID, his heart began to beat furiously in suspense and horror.

"Commander," Tony hesitated briefly before reading his name out to Gibbs, "Joshua Todd, age 41."

At the name 'Todd', Gibbs' head snapped up from whatever he was taking a photo of, blue eyes wide and curious. "Has he got a wallet on him?" He snapped.

He nodded, holding it up in his shaking gloved fingers.

"Check it."

Praying to whatever Gods he could think of in his head, Tony unzipped the wallet slowly and began to go through its contents. Inside there was a few dollar bills, a set of keys, a driver's license, credit cards and some other random loyalty cards. For a couple of measly minutes, Tony thought that the name and the eyes were just coincidences, but then he came across a couple of photos that proved Gibbs' philosophy of never believing in coincidences correct (once again).

One of them was of a boy with wavy chestnut hair and hazel eyes, dressed in dark jeans and a red sweater, wearing a pair of black sneakers. It was clearly Joshua Todd at around 11 or 12 years old. On his back he was carrying a girl- most definitely his little sister. She has dark chocolate hair tied back in a high ponytail with bright eyes that matched his, and was wearing a white dress with a pink and blue floral print on it, accompanied by a pair of brown lace-up ankle boots and a pink cardigan. She appeared to be 5 or 6 years old. They were both grinning at the camera, acting like the ideal models, but Tony could just see the twinkle of mischief behind the girl's eyes as she smiled, and couldn't help but wonder what she'd done after it was taken.

The second was practically a replica of the first, and contained the same people, but was taken about 25 years later. The boy had matured into a man, his hair still wavy and chestnut, but there was the occasional gray streak in it, his eyes still bright and hazel, but crinkled around the edges from the stresses of adult life. A wedding band was on his left ring finger, but he was still wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a sweater, yet this one was a different one in a shade of dark green. The girl on his back was most definitely a woman, and a pretty one, one that Tony could remember every detail of vividly even 3 years after her death. Her chocolate hair was curled and rested on her shoulders; her eyes sparkled just like her brother's. She was wearing a white top with a brown leather jacket over the top (Tony remembered loving that jacket), accompanied by a pair of skinny jeans and a similar pair of ankle boots. Kate Todd was laughing and clinging to her brother tightly- as she was older now and worried that he'd drop her. Josh was looking up at her proudly, just like an adoring older brother would look at his baby sister.

"Gibbs," Tony croaked-his throat suddenly dry with emotion, "You gotta see this."

Gibbs stalked over to his younger agent, and Tony held up the photographs for him to take. He took them, and Tony watched as his stone cold expression turned happy (at the siblings), shocked (at the fact that was now plainly obvious), sad, angry and then pitiful.

Then, Gibbs spoke, his voice barely a mumble. "What is poor Mrs Todd gonna say, when we have to visit her again and tell her that she now only has 3 living children out of the original 5?"

A/N: Another day, a new edit! I've changed to past tense, and to third person, as it is easier for me to maintain writing in easily!

Sorry if you liked the other version better!

Louise :)