Firstly...
I will attempt to update once in a fortnight.
I don't own any of the NCIS characters or the show itself - unfortunately, I'll never be that lucky.
The Mikaelsons from TVDU might make an appearance, I don't own them either!
The only character I do own is Eliana Fersenby-Smith, maiden name: David-Kaplan.
This fic will take place soon after the team finds out Ziva is alive, and after she left. It will explore/mention the (NCIS) pairings of: KatexGibbs, TonyXZiva, SloaneXGibbs , BishopXTorres ,GibbsXoc and a mysterious pairing of three between Sloane, Gibbs and one other person...
From TVDU, this fanfic MIGHT mention/explore the pairings of: DavinaXKol, RebekahXMarcel, RebekahXStefan, StefanXCaroline, FreyaXKeelin, ElijahXHayley, HopeXLandon and AlaricXoc.
Soon after it is well known that Ziva David is alive and well, a mysterious British spy, who has key supernatural links, turns up, and soon, decade-old secrets start to unravel, causing teams Gibbs and the rest of NCIS to question every single one of their fundamental beliefs. Later on, this fanfic will shortly visit New Orleans and Mystic Falls, before returning back to Washington and the NCIS agency.
For McGee, Bishop and Torres, it was a usual morning at the office. Bishop was in the middle of telling the two males about her previous weekend at her family home in Oklahoma; "... and then, my mum dragged John, my brother, right by the ear, out of the house, for even suggesting it!" . Nick Torres burst into melodious laughter with Ellie Bishop, while Timothy McGee gave a chuckle half full of wonder and astonishment. At that very moment, the elevator's doors whirred open, and a petite woman stepped out. The woman, who, from the first glance, looked like her ancestors hailed from the middle- east, allowed for sharp and alert eyes to scan the bullpen, before they rested on McGee, and flared with recognition. With an air of confidence and slyness, she meaningfully glided towards the team...
Ellie spotted her as she stopped, and asked her with a hint of confusion, "Hello, I'm Special Agent Bishop, is there any way I can help you?"
With a hint of a smile, the mysterious lady answered, "Why, thank you Special Agent...Bishop. I'm actually looking for Jet, who I believe is your boss, no?"
"Jet?", asked Nick, intrigued, "Do you mean Gibbs?"
"Yeah," ,answered the lady, "I do. Is that," ,she pointed at Gibbs' desk, "Gibbs' desk by any chance?"
"Yes, it is.", replied McGee, "Excuse me, but how exactly do you know Agent ...". McGee trailed off, since the lady had walked to Gibbs' desk, and sat on GIBBS' chair.
"Erm, sorry Ma'am, but Special Agent Gibbs does not … prefer it when others sit at his desk.", informed McGee, nervously. "Oh, there's no need to worry, Agent McGee," , the lady reassured, "Jet won't mind."
"Wait a minute," , blurted Ellie, perplexed, "how do you know Tim's name? He never told you his, I am the only one who told you my name."
The informed lady smirked, and settled back into Gibbs' chair. Locking eyes with Bishop, she answered, '' Well, I could tell you how I know dear Timothy's name, Special Agent Bishop, but then, ", she pouted," I'll lose all my fun." The woman finished, smiling innocently. Ellie furrowed her eyebrows, frustrated. Torres sat up straight, giving the lady his full scrutiny and attention.
"Ana?!" ...