So, the previous chapter was an epilogue and this is the actual beginning of the story. Just FYI I'm not a scientist so please excuse me if the DNA sciencey-stuff is wrong. But I made sure to do some major googleling.

~Broken Piece.

Disclaimer still applies..

Chapter 1

Slip. Slip.

Type. Type.

Clink. Clink.

That's all you hear in the bullpen these days.

Movie references, gone.

Teasing, gone.

Nicknames, gone.

That was all gone, up until the day, she, arrived.

"Gear up!" rang throughout the bullpen once more as the fearless, and fox-like Leroy Jethro Gibbs strolled in. A cup of coffee in hand.

"Where to boss?" Tony asked as he shrugged on his gear.

"Parking garage near Shenandoah Park."

"Dead petty officer?" E.J. asked.

"Nope."

McGee gave the two of them a look, as they came to walk side by side of each other, "You know what that means."

"Indecent exposure.

But it wasn't indecent exposure.

It was plain and simple, murder.

A car crash, two cars smashed into each other smack dab in the middle of the parking garage. Blood seemed to douse every corner.

It didn't seem like a normal car accident.

There was only one body, and even though the other car was covered in blood too, there wasn't a body to go with it.

"I say time of death at about, midnight."

Tony opened the trunk of one of the cars, he pulled out a suitcase, "Looks like they were going somewhere."

"Check it DiNozzo to see if we can get an ID of who was driving the car." Gibbs instructed. The license plate was a giant help since it was a rental that led to a false name.

Tony dug through the suitcase only to find a few t-shirts and skirts, "There's a woman boss."

"Uh…" EJ held up a brown teddy bear, covered in blood. "I think there's more than a woman involved."

McGee shrugged, "My sister still sleeps with her teddy bear."

Tony reached deeper into the folds of the suitcase, he pulled out a pair of Disney underpants, "Your sister still wear Disney underpants, Tim?"

"Uh, no."

"Oh dear." Ducky said, he looked down at the dead cadaver, "For once, can you tell us what happened?"

"So, what do we got?" Gibbs asked as he walked into the bullpen, three hours later after getting his everything settled in his team.

Tony was the first to bolt up, "Uh, boss. Um, so far we know that the dead cadaver in the second car was Petty Officer Andrew Christina. Twenty-three. Uh, Married to Angelina Monstaro. Has one child. Her name is Elliott. She's almost six. Petty Officer Christina is stationed at Norfolk. He was about to deploy."

"Anything else? Motive?"

"His daughter goes to a very prestigious school." McGee brought up as he came to stand next to them.

"So? Since when did school go with murder?" EJ asked as she stood next to Tony.

"They have a waiting list. It takes at least two years to get in. Lots of parents might be jealous that the daughter of a petty officer can just get in, without waiting a long period of time."

"Would you really kill someone to get into a school? I mean there's millions out there."

McGee shrugged, "This school, you learn two languages so your child is bilingual. They have two swimming pools, three gymnasiums, two football fields, a hockey, soccer, and lacrosse field, this school is basically every Ivy League parent's dream."

E.J. nudged Tony in the side, who smirked, "I'm perfectly fine with a regular top ten school."

"And Jeanne?"

He gave her a small smile, "What is Princeton again?"

"McGee and E.J. check out this so called, spectacular school, now."

…

McGee's description did not do the school justice. He forgot to mention it had four campuses on one-hundred twenty acres, three playgrounds, two auditoriums, kid-friendly classrooms, three music rooms, five art studios, four libraries, and several courtyards and lunch rooms.

The Kensington Preparatory School for Creative Students was one for the marks.

The headmaster of the Pre-kindergarten-Twelfth Grade, Dr. Colleen Kollimore, was waiting for E.J. and McGee when they arrived.

"It's a pleasure to meet you two." She said as she extended her hand.

E.J. smiled and shook it, "Erica Jane Barrett. It's nice to meet you. Agent Timothy McGee, and I have a few questions."

Dr. Kollimore nodded, "Sure, please, follow me."

She led the two agents up the steps into the grand building; it fell into a large grand foyer like area that a nice fancy color with doors lined with hooks and cubbies.

"This is the elementary section of the school. We have four campuses. This campus serves Pre-Kindergarten through second grade. Across the street is our next campus, it serves third through fifth. Then down street is our middle campus, grades sixth through eighth, and then high school is about fifteen minutes away." They walked past a grand doorway that led inside a room filled with shelves of books and magazines, along with multiples tables and chairs.

"This is out library. It was donated by one of our benefactors."

"Speaking of," EJ started.

"Your school has quite a long list for upcoming students."

Dr. Kollimore nodded, "Yes."

"Has that ever caused problems?"

Dr. Kollimore shook her head, "We've had upset parents before, but nothing serious." She stopped in front of a cubby and straightened a pair of rain boots, "We, also, have students from our upper school come and read to our younger students."

"Have you ever had to call the police on a parent?" McGee asked.

Dr. Kollimore shook her head, "God, no. Of course not. Our parents get along very well," she smiled at the two agents, "And I'm sure you two will settle in just fine."

"Oh, no," E.J. said quickly. "Doctor Kollimore, we are not a couple. We're special agents. We're here to investigate a murder."

"Who?" she asked, shocked.

"Andrew Christina. I do believe you have his daughter here. Elliott?"

Dr. Kollimore smiled fondly, "Oh, yes, Elliott, such a fond girl. Very bright. She's in our pre-kindergarten program."

"A child in your pre-kindergarten, are they attomatically guareenteeed a spot in your kindergarten?"

Dr. Kollimore nodded, "If no circumstances proceed."

They stopped in front of a classroom that was brightly decorated with a large carpet and color drawings on the wall, "This is Elliott's classroom. Ms. Amelia's class."

E.J. nodded, "Dr. Kollimore, forgive me for asking, but does the fact that Elliott's father being a petty officer help her chances?"

Dr. Kollimore looked at her for a moment, "Elliott came a very fine preschool, she is very bright, her test scores were so well that it would be a shame not to admit her. The fact that her father serves for our country has nothing to do with it. It is nice to know that we are helping our future generations of our heroes."

E.J. nodded and smiled, "Okay."

McGee took notice of the older girls in the classroom dressed in the usual prep school uniform, "Our school requires that every child in third through twelfth wear ou uniform. Our pre-kindergarten through second grade does not have to wear the uniform, but they have to abide by the dress code."

Suddenly, a blonde woman rushed by, in tears and swooped a little girl off her feet. She cried.

"That is Mrs. Christina." Dr. Kollimore explained.

Mrs. Christina cradled her daughter tightly as she gathered up her stuff. As they both walked out, E.J. politely, or as politely as you could, ask her to come to NCIS as soon as possible.

Mrs. Christina agreed, as Elliott played with her mother's necklace, completely clueless as to what was going on.

"Goodbye, Elliott." Dr. Kollimore said as she ruffled her hair.

"Bye, Dr. Kolli!"

Dr. Kollimore smiled as Mrs. Christina walked away.

"Any other questions?"

E.J. shook her head, "No. Thank you."

"Their little girl is adorable." E.J. said to Tony as she and McGee came back to the bullpen. "But that school, gosh, it's like college all over again."

"Oh yeah?"

"Tuition is thirty-thousand a year."

"That's almost my whole salary." Tony said.

"Looks like you and Jeanne won't be having any kids, any time soon."

Tony nodded, "Try, forever. Like eternity, like-"

"Shut up, DiNozzo." Gibbs said as he reappeared behind him.

"Shutting up boss."

"What do we got?"

"Um, when we went to the school, the victim's wife was there to pick up her daughter."

"Anything else?"

"The headmaster at the school, says that admission is competitive, but not deadly. It's mainly based on test scores, and what preschool you come from. Overall, I think they have some favoritism to Military."

Gibbs nodded, "That really a bad thing?" McGee questioned.

The ring of Leroy's cell phone broke the conversation as he pressed it to his ear and muttered the usual, "Gibbs." But before he had a chance to say anything else, Abby crashed into him.

"What's wrong, Abs?" he asked.

"I got the DNA from the blood in the car."

"And?"

She eyed Tony, "It was a partial match…in our database."

"Who Abs?"

"…Tony."

Gibbs turned around and eyed his agent, "Why was your blood at the crime scene?"

"Boss, I-, I-"

"Wait, Gibbs, I said a partial match."

"What does that mean?" E.J. asked.

Abby sighed and fiddled with the iPad in her arms, "Genetics. People inhert their genes from their parents, alleles. So a baby inherits a set from their mom, and a set from their dad."

"What does that mean, Abs?" Gibbs asked.

"It's Tony's kid. Gibbs."

So, obviously, I know that the child gets two sets of genes (one from the mom and one from the dad) but that's all I know. So, sorry if what happened isn't exactly sciencetifically correct but I try to make it close.

Anyway, next chapter you'll get to see my interpritation of Jeanne and what would have happened if they had stayed together. (BTW, in my calendar of events, after Ziva left, 'Internal Affairs' happened. The one where Jeanne asked Tony was it really and instead of him saying 'No' he said 'Yes' and they kissed and made up and yada, yada, NON-Tiva stuff. It'll be explained later.)

Big plans, I see.

~Broken Piece.

P.S. For all my 'When You Were With Her' and 'Ice Cream Cooties' I am almost done and since I have practically a whole week of writing I can probably get them up quickly.

P.S.S. I would be an awesome to have ten little birthday presents waiting for me when I open my email...:)

!~Broken Piece~!