Hey guys, I'm thankful even for the 3 reviews I've gotten for this story. I hope you enjoy, I'm having so much fun writing this! I love NCIS, and I'm asking for every season on dvd for my birthday. Everyone who gets me preents can get a different season. They just have to make sure they collaberate so they don't get two of the same season XD... SM owns Twilight, Donald P. Bellisario owns NCIS.

*Back at NCIS Headquarters*

"Ducky, you got any information for me?"

Gibbs walked over to the autopsy table and briefly glanced at the pale, unmoving body of the victim.

"Well," Ducky said putting his instruments back on the tray, "it seems, by the condition of his organs, our victim was a drug user."

"Cigarettes, chewing tobacco, that kind?"

"No," Ducky said looking at Gibbs, "cocaine and such."

Gibbs stared back at him before replying, "I'm going to see if Abby has identified him yet."

"Abs, you got an identity yet?"

"Gibbs! Yes, I do. But you know my price," Abby replied turning around from her computer.

"Don't I?"

Gibbs smiled and produced a Caf-Pow! from behind his back and handed it to her. She sipped it thirstily and said, "Thanks. Now, I scanned his fingers and got a match."

Abby typed something in quickly in her computer and a picture of an officer showed up on the screen.

"Petty Officer Ryan Colt," Gibbs read off the screen.

"Yep," Abby said, "he was working undercover in Florence, but I don't have info on the mission. Your probabl going to have to ask his boss. Good luck."

Gibbs's face showed a hint of frustration.
"Those bastards aren't going to tell me a damn thing. I need the luck," he said.

"Aww," Abby said, "I'll be your good luck charm Gibbs."

Abby hugged him, and he smiled and patted her back, then went back to the elevators. He took out his cell phone when he reached the office area, glancing at Bella, Ziva, and Tony's empty desks.

"McGee, get the info Abby found on the big screen," Gibbs ordered as he dialed Tony's cell.

*On the Flight*
Tony's P.O.V.

"Okay, Boss, I got it. We're being very careful," I whispered into my phone. Bella and Ziva looked questioningly at me, but I gave them a look that said," not here". They nodded understandingly and Bella unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Bathroom," she mouthed. I got up, let her pass, then sat back down. She walked down the aisle and I saw some guy watching her butt. After she entered the bathroom, I growled and he looked at me, startled. I narrowed my eyes, clearly saying back off. His face turned red and he continued reading. I smiled and continued watching people. Ziva glanced at Gina, who was sleeping soundly next to the window, her curly black hair turning slightly messy. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw from the back of the plane a red-haired woman stand up and enter the bathroom back there. I looked back at the bathroom Bella was in, and she exited coming back to our seats. Then a man in a suit stood up and went over to the bathroom. Bella looked wary but she sat back down next to me.

The guy emerged after not even 5 minutes and said something to the stewardess. She put a sign on the door that said "Out of Order". Bella flushed deep scarlet and whispered, "Okay, I didn't break anything in there. So what's the sign for?"

I was about to shrug when the red-haired woman came out of the other bathroom, then glanced at the man. Their eyes met for a spilt second. Bingo.

He walked back to the rear of the plane and sat down.

"Ziva, Bella, be ready. I think we've got our people. The red-haired lady and the guy in the suit."

They touched their waists and got up quietly, following me to the back of the plane. Bella went over to the woman when the guy with earpones started crawling on the floor. I bent over and pulled him up by his shirt.

Bella's P.O.V.

"What are you doing?"

Tony pulled up the guy who nervously replied, "I dropped my cd on the floor, so I'm looking for it."

"Nice excuse," Tony said , flashing his badge. The man's eyes widened and he said, "I haven't done anything! I'm just looking for my cd!"

I went over to red-haired lad and flashed my badge saying "You were in there quite a long time, Miss. And you seemed to know that getleman in the suit very well."

She blushed furiously and replied, "I wash my hands very thoroughly. And I only saw him in the airport... I was looking at him because I'm very attracted to him."

I remained silent for a second. I then apologized and turned around were Ziva was taking to the man in the suit across the aisle. This plane was very big, there were two aisles because there were seats by the windows, seat in the middle of the plane, and seats all the way on the other side next to the other windows. I turned to Tony and froze.

"No one's watching Gina."

Tony's eyes widened and Ziva heard. We hurried back to Gina, and she was breathing rapidly and wheezing. Her lips were turning blue and she was holding her throat. She fell into the aisle.

"Call Ducky!"

Tony's P.O.V.

Gina was poisoned or something. I pulled out my cell phone while Ziva and Bella tried to help her as much as possible.

"Ducky," I said urgently, "we think was poisoned. She's hyperventilating and her lips are turning blue. What's wrong?"

"Swelling too?"

"Yes."

"She's having an allergic reaction," Ducky said, "you need to use an Epidural Pen, an quickly, or her air passage will constrict and she will die."

I shut the phone and banged the seat in frustration. Bella touched my shoulder gently and asked, "What is happening to her?"

"Allergic reaction."

She sighed and someone said, "I have an Epi Pen."

I turned around and the guy with the earphones was holding an Epi Pen out to us. I looked at Bella an said, "Can we trust him?"

She replied, "It's our only shot."

I took the pen and stuck it in Gina's leg. She immediatel gasped, taking in air. I breathed in relief, as did the girls, and thanked the guy. He nodded, his face looked like he was freaking out inside. He went back to his seat. Bella looked confused.

"If she was having an allergic reaction, what was it from?"

Ziva picked up the pillow Gina had been resting on and sniffed it.

"Peanut dust," she said, astonished.

Bella and mine's heads snapped up and I'm sure we were all thinking the same thing. Ziva helped Gina get back in her seat, and Bella tiptoed over to the stewardess's cabin. I trailed behind her, gun tucked safely in my waist.

Bella's P.O.V.

I watched as the stewardess bent down, opened a drawer, and started pulling out a Glock (A/N: a small handheld gun) from the drawer. I aimed my gun at her.

"Drop it," I ordered fiercely. She froze, dropped the gun back in, and stood up slowly. She turned around and put up her hands slowly. Then, out of nowhere, she swung out her fist and hooked me right in the side. I bent over in pain and the stewardess kicked up, hitting me in the gut. Tony ran forward and grabbed the stewardess's wrists, putting on the handcuffs in record time. He pushed her into a seat and Ziva came over to watch her.

"We will be landing in a couple minutes. Please remain in your seats and keep your seatbelts on."

Tony helped me up and I was able to limp back to our seat.

"You okay?"

I laughed and said, "I've just been hooked in the side, kneed in the gut, and you're asking if I'm okay?"

Tony chuckled and replied, "I guess so."

The plane began to descend and I pulled out my cell phone, calling Gibbs.

"Gibbs. we're pulling into the runway. We found our bad guy... well, girl. She needs to be brought into interrogation when we get back to headquarters."

"Is okay? I heard she had an allergic reaction," Gibbs asked.

"She's fine," I replied,"we.."

Tony snatched the phone and said, "Hi, Boss. Yes, I did just grab her phone."

I narrowed my eyes at Tony and stole it back.

"Sorry, Gibbs, Mr. Mature here just snatched my phone. Anyway, we should be back by.."

Tony stole it again and finished my sentence saying, "1700 hours." (A/N: It's like seventeen hundred hours, basically 5:00 P.M.)

"Tony, give Bella back her phone or I will hit you so hard when you get back that your grandchildren will feel it."

"I love you too, Boss," Tony replied smirking.

"Shut up, DiNozzo."

"Okay."

I finally got my phone and said," Bye, Gibbs."

I shut the phone and slapped Tony in the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"That's for taking my phone."

He grinned and the plane came to a stop, and we got off, pushing a hadcuffed stewardess through the airport.