Here's chapter 2! It's kind of boring here but it'll get rolling in the next chapter, promise. And from there, it'll only get faster I have a feeling. Please enjoy! :)

The sun shone brightly on the changing leaves around the Navy Yard. The weather was just beginning to get cool, with frost having shown up on the ground for the few nights before. Anthony DiNozzo had even put on a sweatshirt since it had been cold that morning when he had awoken.

"Good morning, Ziva," he said as he slung his backpack haphazardly to the floor next to his desk. "Brought you a coffee."

"You are in a good mood this morning," Ziva said as she cautiously took the offered cup. "Did you do anything interesting last night?"

"Well, if you count having to watch my neighbor's kid interesting, then yes," Tony flopped down in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk.

"I did not know you were capable of looking after a child," Ziva said, a stunned expression on her face.

"He's a good kid, plus he threatened that if I didn't look after him that he'd tell his mom that he got his Playboy magazines from me," he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Did he?" Ziva perked a brow in question.

"No!" Tony held out his free hand in defense. "We went and watched Rango."

"Oh, is that about the lizard who becomes the sheriff of that little town called…um…." Ziva rubbed her temples, trying to come up with a name.

"Dirt, the name of the town was Dirt," Timothy McGee answered for Tony as he walked in, taking a seat at his desk.

"Ah, so Probie has seen the movie too?" Tony pivoted in his chair, eyeing the younger agent.

"Yes, Abby convinced me to go with her," Tim said as he set his coffee aside and started to boot up his computers.

"So, are you two…dating again?" Tony furrowed his brows as he asked.

"No, she was watching her friend's daughter and the girl wanted to see Rango really badly," Tim rubbed his eyes and yawned as he spoke. "Abby just asked if I'd come with her."

"You look tired, McGee," Ziva noted as she stood from her desk. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Not really," Tim mumbled, starting to go through the paperwork he needed to get done by the end of the week, which was only a day away. "Keep having weird dreams; nightmares and just really bad images from the Black Raptor incident."

"Hey, you never have shown us your scars," Tony stood up and approached Tim curiously. "I bet you've got some real pretty ones. I mean, I saw what they looked like after they were stitched up but now they're probably all fleshed over and look like old battle scars."

"Don't touch," Tim slapped his partner's hand away from his shirt.

"It's not like I'm gonna wrinkle your shirt," Tony took a step back, examining his partner's attire. "Hmm, you're not wearing your usual geeky clothes."

"You got a problem with that?" Tim glanced at Tony. He had woken up this morning, not really wanting to be called into work by Gibbs. Today was supposed to be his day off, but as always something had called him in. By looking at what his partner and Ziva were wearing, he guessed that they had felt the same way.

Ziva was wearing a black t-shirt with white wing designs on the back. She had on old blue jeans, judging by the holes they had in them. She had on casual tennis shoes, a black bandanna was tied around her hair, and she did not have any makeup on in the slightest. Not that she needs makeup, Tim thought. She's pretty enough without it.

"You have on some pretty casual gear, too," Tim looked up at Tony. He had on an old black sweatshirt, some old jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes. To top it off, his hair was spiked in every direction.

"But it's okay for me and Ziva to wear casual clothes," Tony jerked his thumb towards Ziva who was leaning against her desk with her legs crossed. "You, on the other hand, always have something nice on; a nice clean work shirt, black shoes, or a nice pair of slacks. You never wear just an old blue sweatshirt, jeans, and…are those steel toed boots?"

"I have a right to dress casual when I'm called in short notice, and no, these are not steel toed boots," Tim answered, returning to his computer. "Does anyone know why we were called in? It sounded pretty urgent."

"Leon, this sounds a little off," Gibbs paced around the director's office, coffee in hand.

"I thought so too, so I called Sec Nav," Vance said as he took his ever present toothpick from his teeth. "This call was legit. There is a dead Navy Officer that requested specifically that NCIS look into his death if he should die. We believe that it may have to deal with a drug ring going on that stretches from the Congo clear to Somali."

"Who all am I taking over there?" Gibbs stopped and asked, drumming his finger impatiently on his coffee cup.

"They requested everybody go since it may be a while," Vance shook his head. "I don't like the thought of sending everybody over there, but I have no choice. Sec Nav agreed as soon as the request came up. So, that means you, your team, and Miss Scuito are going out there."

"What about Ducky?" Gibbs perked his eyebrow in inquiry.

"He's been so busy here I managed to get Sec Nav to cut him out of the equation," Vance said. "I suppose you want to know when you've got to leave and how long you'll be there."

"Yeah, that would be nice," Gibbs shot a blue eyed glare towards the director.

"You're plane leaves in an hour and pack light," Vance laced his fingers together and sat back in his chair. "I have no idea how long you're going to be out there, but be careful. This smells like a load of crap a mile away."

"Ya think, Leon?"

What do you guys think so far? If it's a little too slow for your liking right now, don't worry. Some serious bio weapons come into play in either chapter 4 or 5. Please remember to R&R and keep an eye open for updates! :)