Disclaimer: Me: I don't own NCIS. If I did, Jenny would likey still be there. -

Gibbs sat down at his desk with a large cup of his coffee.

"Did you find anything new?" he asked his team.

"Well, they've ransacked a few more Navy houses, and they've left this," Tony flipped on the large TV to show a picture of a Navy officer's car covered in degarding, disgusting phrases and pictures, "on the car of a Rear Admiral lower half's car."

"Anything else?" Gibbs asked, sipping his coffee.

"They've made actual threats to the wife of the same Rear Admiral," stated McGee, getting up from his desk, and taking a report over to Gibbs. "The leader, the oldest one, said he'd do some very horrifing things. It's all in the report."

"And his girlfriend, has supposdely stolen from this same Rear Admiral's house," Ziva said, finishing the report.

Within the last week, a group of troubled teenagers had started reeking havoc upon the Washington Navy Yard and many of the people who worked there, and their familes who may have lived on or off base. The kids would go anywhere and everywhere to cause trouble or to scare someone. They called themselves Skulls and Miscreants, and left their mark (a skull held up by six hands) everywhere they went.

They knew only of two of the members. But there were easily anywhere from seven to twenty-three members of the gang. The first, was the leader, a boy they only knew as Skull. They were told he had long black hair to his shoulders and dark green eyes. He dressed like most punks from the area, black clothes, Converse, eyeliner-rimmed eyes. He was the one that called the shots, made the major plans, and always bossed the others around. He was reported to be abusive towards the one who was next in command.

This girl they knew as Shadow, for she was there one second, and gone the next. Her hair was dyed silver, and they knew, however, that her original hair color was red by looking at her eye brows. She was veryt hin, and slightly short, but they knew she was the one with the brains to make everything work. She tended to hide her body since she was the one who was abused.

They knew nothing about their parents, if they even had them, or whether or not htey ran away or were orphans.

"Do we know what she stole?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, a portrait of the Rear Admiral's wife," Ziva said after flipping through her papers for a minute.

"So, Shadow is the theif?" Gibbs said.

"Yes," Ziva confirmed.

"Alright, well, let's go out and visit them," Gibbs said. "Get your gear, McGee."

They got into the truck and drove over. Once there, Gibbs knocked on the door, and they waited for an answer. A woman opened the door and looked at the carefully.

"Special Agent Gibbs from NCIS," Gibbs said, showing her his I.D. "Can we please come in?"

"Yes," she said, opening the door further. "I'm Nancy Hall. My husband is Rear Admiral Jackosn Hall."

Gibbs nodded. "Where was the portrait originally hanging?"

"This way," Mrs. Hall said and led them down a hall and up a flight of stairs. She led them into a large sitting room and showed they a faded spot on the wall.

"It was right here," she said, pointing at the blank spot.

Gibbs nodded. "And was the entry forced?"

"Through the window," Mrs. Hall explained. "The repairman hasn't been out to fix it yet, so it's in the same condition."

"McGee, check it out," Gibbs ordered and began to exaimn the empty spot, looking for fingerprints, dropped hairs, items, etc.

McGee went over and looked out the window. Outside, in a tree evenw ith the house, was Shadow. She was just sitting in the tree, watching. She made a rude hand gesture to McGee and cakcled. McGee jumped and fell back.

"She's right there!" he shouted.

Gibbs ran over and climbed out the window, already watching where she was running off to. He followed after her, jumping fromt he tree and following after her. She glanced back, a carefree smile on her thin face. It was as if she enjoyed being chased by the NCIS agent.

"Catch me if you can, old man!" she laughed and ran through a back yard. She hurtled over a fence that took Gibbs a little longer to climb over. He really was getting old.

Shadow perched herself on the top of a fence and waited for Gibbs to catch up.

"Do you need a break, old man?" she asked, still laughing.

Gibbs jumped up onto the fence ten feet away from her. His balance wasn't quite as good as hers, and he wobbled a bit when he tried to move closer.

"I should know your name, shouldn't I?" asked Shadow, standing on foot and stretching out her other leg. "You do know mine, so wouldn't it be fair if I knew yours?"

Gibbs stared at her for a minute, still trying to keep his balance without falling over.

"It's only fair," she sang in a clear voice.

"You don't act like Skull hurts you," Gibbs said, finally perching himself correctly.

Shadow dropped the smile and glared at him. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"And how would you know if he really does?" she asked. She lunged forward and spun around Gibbs, taking his walet. She stopped another twenty feet away and started looking through it. She pulled out a few bills. "Oh, twenty five bucks? I'll take that."

She shoved the money in her back pocket and then pulled out his driver's license. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Well, it was pleasure doing business with you, Special Agent Gibbs."

She pocketed his walet and I.D. and started to jump away. But the next thing Shadow knew, Gibbs had her pinned to the ground.

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" she asked in a mockingly sweet voice. "That's be wrong, after all, and I'm sure the NCIS agent wouldn't break the laws." She stared at him for a second. "Or would you?"

She wriggled out of his grasp and stood up, putting her hands in the air in surrender.

"You've got me Special Agent Gibbs," she said. Gibbs walked slowly towards her, pulling out handcuffs.

"Not."

She swung her left leg in the air, connecting sharply with his jaw. Gibbs stumbled back, clutching at his jaw.

"Get back here!" Gibbs shouted as she started running, blood spraying from his mouth.

"Rather not!" Shadow laughed, dancing away from him. She disappeared a few blocks later, and Gibbs noticed she had dropped his walet and a slip of paper. He picked this up, and read over it:

3813 6792 0050 7638 - Important numbers. Do not lose.

Gibbs put the paper in a plastic bag and scribbled down the important information. He put this in a secure pocket and walked back to the house.

"Boss!" McGee shouted once he arrived. "What happened?"

"Shadow's a fighter," he said, taking some ice from Mrs. Hall. "We've got a new clue."