Disclaimer: I do NOT own NCIS! I only own Melody Anne Walst!
The ringing of Melody Walst's phone broke the chatter of the news she had to tell them. Sighing, she tossed her phone to Zoltan.
"When ya answer it, speak in your native language, please, Zo," She said, resting her head on Ivan Moody's shoulder.
The vocalist put his arm around her waist, seeing as she was sitting on his lap on the sofa in the reserved room for the twelve of them, as the rhythm guitarist nodded, feeling better than the previous night.
"Szervusz?" he asked, answering the phone.
'Who is this?' Asked the feminine voice on the other end of the line. 'And how did you get Mel's phone?'
"Zoltan Bathory," He replied. "Ki beszél? És én vagyok a barátja."
'Give Melody the phone, whoever you are!' The woman shouted, sounding frustrated.
Zoltan tossed the phone to his friend, "Hello?"
'Melody? Thank God you're okay!' Abby Scuito shouted, relieved. 'We're so worried about you!"
"Abs, I'm fine," the sandy blonde haired woman told her friend. "If DiNozzo didn't tell you guys, I need you to meet me back at my place in about an hour."
'Why is that, Mel?' Abby asked, sounding confused.
"You will see, Abigail Scuito," Melody told her friend before she hung up.
The sandy blonde haired woman sighed before Ivan pulled her closer. He was still reeling from the news.
"Ivan, Mel, go on back to the house," Jeremy told his friends. "We'll catch up later, alright?"
The two nodded as Melody stood up, followed by the vocalist.
Making their way out to the middle Walst sibling's motorcycle, Ivan swung his leg over it before Melody got on behind him. The green-eyed woman wrapped her arms around his waist before he started the engine and drove off.
Arriving at the house, Ivan let the kick stand down before cutting the engine. Melody got off before Ivan did.
The middle Walst sibling made her way up to the door and slid the key in the keyhole. Turning it, she opened the door and made her way inside. When Ivan walked in, he closed the door behind him.
He made his way over to his girlfriend, who was leaning on the kitchen counter. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting on her abdomen. Leaning in, he kissed her neck.
"Mel, are you alright?" He asked, concerned.
She turned in his arms to face him, "Yeah. I'm just thinking about some things."
"What things?" Ivan asked, kissing her neck.
"How we're going to take care of this guy after me," she answered. "And how we're going to take care of a child, Ivan."
"Don't worry, Mel," he whispered, burying his nose in her neck. "We'll figure everything out in time."
Melody nodded before she pushed against Ivan's chest lightly. He pulled back to look at her with a confused look. Melody just grinned before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Ivan grinned against her lips as his hands trailed along her body. Resting his hands on her ass, he lifted her up and rested her on the counter before his hands continued to explore her body.
Ivan began to trail kisses to her neck.
"Ivan," Melody moaned before she grabbed the back of his shirt, tugging at it.
The vocalist grinned before pulling his tee shirt off. He reached up and unzipped the hoodie, taking it off of Melody's small frame before pulling her black tee shirt off. Leaving her in just her black bra.
"Melody!" Shouted NCIS Agent Tony DiNozzo as he entered the apartment, causing the couple to jump at his voice.
"DiNozzo! Get out before I kill you!" Melody shouted as Ivan moved to shield her from DiNozzo's view.
"I'm going I'm going!" He shouted before exiting and closing the door.
"Dammit DiNozzo," Melody muttered before she pulled on her black Three Days Grace tee. "I am gonna kill him one of these days."
"I wouldn't blame ya if he's always like this," Ivan muttered as he pulled on his white tee.
"Believe me, he is," the middle Walst sibling told him before going to the door and opening it, "You can come in now, DiNozzo."
The American-Italian agent did so and closed the door behind him.
DiNozzo made his way up to Ivan, an angry look on his face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked, glaring at him.
Ivan looked at him before shoving him aside and going to grab a beer from the fridge, "Mel's boyfriend."
Melody Walst pushed DiNozzo into the living room, "Sit down and stay until the others get here, DiNozzo."
She then went into the kitchen and grabbed a soda. Standing beside Ivan, she leaned over, whispering, "Hey, if ya don't want the rest of the beer in the fridge, I'll let Matt have it if he shows up before Christmas."
"It's in your fridge, Baby," he replied. "You do with it what you want."
Melody nodded before Ivan kissed her gently.
"Now, you had better answer the questions he has," Ivan told her, nodding his head toward DiNozzo, who was glaring at him. "Before he decides to shoot me."
Melody nodded before kissing his cheek and walking into the living room with her boyfriend behind her.
"Melody, why are these guys here?" Tony asked his coworker as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "These punks from metal bands."
"Watch it, DiNozzo," Melody warned. "These 'punks' are my friends and family. Ivan here is my boyfriend. You'll meet the rest of the bunch in a little while."
"But, why work for NCIS if you could have a job with them?"
"I love what I do almost as much as I love playing," Melody answered. "Besides, I'm thinking of taking a vacation. Jeremy and Zoltan asked me if I wanted to go with them."
The doorbell rang just as she finished her sentence. Sighing, Melody stood and made her way over to it, opening it, "Hey, Abby, McGee, Ziva, Ducky, Palmer, Boss."
They each gave their greeting as they entered the spacious home. Walking back over to Ivan, she turned to her coworkers, "Guys, this is my boyfriend, Ivan Moody," She said. "Ivan, this is Tim McGee, our computer geek."
McGee gave a slight wave.
"Abby Scuito, our technical analyst."
"Hey!" Abby squealed in greeting.
"Ziva David, our Liaison Officer with Mossad."
Ziva nodded in greeting.
"Doctor Donald Mallard and Jimmy Palmer, or the Autopsy Gremlin as we call him."
"Hello," Ducky said, smiling.
"Hey!" Palmer said, slightly offended by the nickname.
"And finally, my boss, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
Gibbs just grunted in greeting as he sat on the arm of the couch next to DiNozzo.
"And why did you ask if we could come here, Walst?" Gibbs asked, confused.
"You will see when the rest get here," the middle Walst sibling replied.
"Rest? How many more?" Palmer asked as he sat next to DiNozzo.
"Let's see, there are Brad, Barry, Neil, Adam, Jeremy, Zoltan, Jason, Chris, Gerard, and Phil," she replied, listing them off.
"Is this house going to fit all those people?" Jimmy asked, confused.
"Why do you think I have so many places to sit and a big home, Palmer?" Melody asked as she sat next to Ivan.
The door opened and in walked the rest of the guys.
"Hey, Mel," Jeremy said as he walked in first
"Hey, Jeremy," Mel replied, laughing as Jeremy took a seat next to her.
The rest of them found a seat wherever.
"Hey, Mel, who are these people?" Zoltan asked, as he leaned back in the chair he was sitting in.
"Guys, meet my coworkers, Tim McGee, Abby Scuito, Dr. Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David, and my boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
As she named them, they each gave a slight wave or a nod in greeting.
"Guys, meet my Hungarian brother Zoltan Bathory, rhythm guitar for Five Finger Death Punch."
The one with dreadlocks gave a wave and a smile, "Hello."
"Jeremy Spencer, drums for Five Finger Death Punch."
The one with the two toned Mohawk with the rest of his hair straight and that was covered in tattoos gave a wave, "Hey."
"Jason Hook, lead guitar for Five Finger Death Punch."
The one with shoulder length black hair nodded, "Hey."
"Chris Kael, bass for Five Finger Death Punch."
The one with the really long beard that looked like it was braided waved, "Hi."
"Neil Sanderson, drums for Three Days Grace."
The one with blonde shaggy hair smiled, "Hey."
"Adam Gontier, vocals for Three Days Grace."
The one with shaggy black hair nodded and didn't say anything.
"Barry Stock, lead guitar for Three Days Grace."
The one with a spiked Mohawk nodded in greeting.
"My older brother, Brad Walst, bass for Three Days Grace."
"Pleasure to meet you," He said, smiling.
"Gerard Way, vocalist for My Chemical Romance."
"Hello," the bleach blonde vocalist said in greeting.
"And Phil Labonte, vocalist for All That Remains."
The vocalist with a baseball cap nodded in greeting.
"Why are these people here?" DiNozzo pressed.
Brad stood and gave Gibbs the paper that was given to Ivan the previous night, "That is why."
"Who was this given to?" Gibbs asked as Abby snitched the paper from him.
"It was given to me as I was getting off the tour bus," Ivan told him. "Some security guy walked up, handed me an envelope and said some guy told him to give it to me."
"So, do you have any clue as to who it is?" Ducky asked, sitting straight.
Melody nodded, "My ex-boyfriend, Petty Officer Second Class Dante Harrison."
"Where is he stationed right now?" Gibbs asked, leaning forward.
"I think he's stationed on the USS George Washington," the green-eyed woman answered as Ivan put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.
Gibbs nodded, "Alright. We'll look into him when we get back. For now, can you explain how the hell you know these guys?"
"That would be me and Brad," Barry Stock said, laughing as he stood and walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a DVD and held it up. "This is video clips from the time they met to recently. Well, not in any particular order."
Brad stood and made his way over to his friend, snatching the DVD from his hands and putting it in the DVD player and turning the TV on.
A younger Melody popped up on the screen, blindfolded and being guided by her brother and Neil Sanderson. The two men laughing and Melody asking where they were taking her.
'You'll see, Mel,' the younger Brad said, laughing as he and Neil stopped her.
Pulling off the blindfold, Melody gasped before laughing.
'Guys, really?' She asked, trying to control her breathing as Ivan walked up and handed her a guitar case.
'Happy birthday, Melody Anne Walst!' The group all shouted laughing as Melody pulled out the Fender Stratocaster that she always uses. Her smile widened.
The video clip switched to show Melody sleeping on the couch in her younger brother's home before having a bucket of clearly ice water dumped on her. Making her jump up from the couch and land on the floor, soaked to the bone.
'Matt! Brad! I'm gonna kill you!' She shouted, standing and lunging at her brothers, laughing.
The next day, Melody was standing in front of NCIS Director Leon Vance's desk, waiting to hear the request.
"Agent Walst, you know how some on Agent Gibbs's team need to widen their defensive techniques to better defend themselves," Vance started as he opened a file sent from the Pentagon. "And your friend, a Zoltan Bathory, is one of the few civilians qualified to train our troops. So, I need you to talk to him about it. If he agrees to it, it will be mandatory for the entire team to be present."
"But, Director Vance, I don't know if that's a good idea," Melody replied.
Vance looked up, "And why not?"
"DiNozzo was about ready to shoot him last night," Melody explained.
"I don't care about DiNozzo's threats to people," Vance told her. "Talk to Mr. Bathory and let me know."
"Yes, Sir," Melody replied before she headed for the door.
"Oh, Agent Walst?" Vance said, stopping her.
"Sir?" She asked, turning to her boss.
Vance motioned for her to walk back over, "And, Agent Gibbs brought something to my attention. That someone has threatened your life."
"What are you planning?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, having the feeling that something was up.
Vance pressed a button on his phone, "Cynthia, send them in."
'Yes, Sir.'
The next thing Melody knew, her best friend and boyfriend walked into her boss's office.
"Mr. Moody, Mr. Bathory, you both will accompany Agent Walst wherever she goes," Vance said to them. "At least until this is settled."
Zoltan and Ivan both nodded, "What about here?" Zoltan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Agent Walst will remain here at NCIS, and since Agent Gibbs's team will be out in the field, there will need to be someone here with her," Vance said to him. "I will not take any chances with my agents. Some of Petty Officer Second Class Harrison's acquaintances work here. Some can be trusted. Some cannot. Why they have not been fired yet, I don't know."
"Can't you fire them?" Ivan asked as he took a step closer to Melody.
"No, it has to go through SecNav," the NCIS Director answered. "All I can do is recommend that they be fired."
"Alright, we have no problems whatsoever with staying with her," Zoltan stated.
Vance nodded, "Alright then. And since you are here, I was going to have Melody talk to you about it, but I need you to help Agent Gibbs's team with self-defense."
"But, Director Vance, you said..." Melody started with a confused look on her face.
"I know what I said, Agent Walst," Vance said, glancing at the Canadian-American agent before looking back at the Hungarian-American guitarist.
"I might as well," Zoltan replied.
"Very good," Leon said before closing a file. "Go on down to Agent Walst's desk. Everything will be ready tomorrow morning. Seeing as you will have to pull up a seat for now."
The two men nodded as Vance stood up and made his way down to the bullpen. Ivan and Melody looked at each other before shrugging and the three of them followed the Director.
Gibbs looked up as Vance walked into the bullpen followed by Melody, Ivan, and Zoltan.
"What are those two doing here, Vance?" He asked, standing up.
"A favor to me, Agent Gibbs," He replied. "Mr. Bathory will be working with you for the next few weeks. Close combat."
"Why?"
"Your agents need work, Agent Gibbs," Vance replied. "And Mr. Bathory has graciously agreed to do this. Or there will be consequences."
Gibbs growled a little before he sat down.
"Good," Vance said to him. "Also, you will not say anything to Mr. Moody and Mr. Bathory here with Agent Walst."
With that, the dark skinned Director made his way back to his office.
The silver haired Marine turned his glare on Melody, Ivan, and Zoltan, "You two had better stay out of our way."
Ivan and Zoltan held their hands up in surrender before Melody made her way over to her desk. As the sandy haired woman turned to her bag and went to get something out of it, the blonde vocalist went and sat in her chair.
When Melody turned to move her chair, she started laughing, "Ivan, up and pull up a chair like Zo."
Ivan shook his head while laughing, "Nope."
"Fine then, Ivan Lewis Moody," She said, grinning as she sat on his lap.
"Light as a feather still," Ivan said, laughing as the Hungarian-American guitarist pulled up a chair and sat down.
DiNozzo looked over at the three of them, "Why are you two even here? You're not agents."
Zoltan looked to DiNozzo, "Director Vance wants Ivan and me with Melody at all times."
"Is this because of the threat?" Ziva David asked as she looked at the couple, Ivan's hand on Melody's abdomen.
Zoltan nodded before looking back at his friends.
Gibbs's phone rang and he answered it before hanging up, "Dead Marine. Rock Creek Park, grab your gear," He said as he stood and grabbed his badge and weapon.
McGee, DiNozzo, and Ziva did so as well, while Melody didn't move.
"Get moving Walst," Gibbs said as he walked.
"Director Vance said for me to stay here with Ivan and Zoltan," Melody said as she rested back against Ivan's chest.
"When this is over, you will be back in the field, Walst," the blue-eyed Marine said as he and his three other agents left for the crime scene.
"Geez, I wonder how he's gonna like not having me in the field for another five months," Melody mused before she stood. "Hey, since it'll be pretty slow up here for a while, you two wanna head down to Abby's lab?"
Ivan and Zoltan nodded, "Sounds like fun, Lànytestvèr," the Hungarian-American guitarist said as he stood.
Ivan grinned at his girlfriend as he stood, "Sure, Mel," He told her as he took her hand in his.
Melody grinned before leading them to the same elevator the rest of Team Gibbs took earlier. She pressed a button and the doors opened.
Getting on, Mel pressed the button for the floor Abby's lab was on.
