A new story, one that I hope to finish. This is my first NCIS fanfic so please be nice, and to everyone wondering about the sequel to Popularity Kills, I'll start writing it as soon as some inspiration hits me. It usually does in the shower, so I'll be abnormally clean from now on. Anyway, I have to go camping tomorrow and I'll be away for the weekend, so you can expect another chapter no earlier than Sunday. Please review and thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that have appeared on NCIS. It's kinda depressing actually.

"Gabby, will you marry me?" The proposal, popping the question, putting on the wedding shackle. It can be your happiest moment and worst fear at the same time. Yet, as age old tradition dictates, it's supposed to be the most romantic time of your life. However, tradition was thwarted once again as the man asking the big question burst into a fit of giggles and took another swing from the beer he was carrying.

"Don't ask me that now, Greg, you're drunk!" Said 'Gabby', the woman hobbling next to him on the shoulder of the dirt road. She soon joined in his laughter, and both failed to hear the squeaking of tires and the crunching of gravel behind them.

As if on cue, a black car raced past them on the unpaved road and stopped suddenly before the drunken couple. A cloud of dust stung the eyes as three men dressed in black emerged from the vehicle.

"Hey dudes, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Demanded Greg, outraged as the three men approached, two of them going towards Gabby.

"Greg!" She called out, struggling violently against the two men who grabbed her. She managed a few good punches and kicks before a white cloth was forced over her mouth. She struggled a bit more before her eyes rolled back and her body became limp.

Greg wanted to run to her, he tried, but a sharp pain spread through his body and he was thrown to the ground. The drunken haze slowly lifted from his mind as he sobered up, now he could feel the pain. The third man, until now forgotten, stood above him holding a baseball bat. A deadly weapon, Greg thought, as it came down on him again and again.

He barely noticed that his girlfriend was being thrown into the black car, until finally the beating stop. The black clad man lowered his face to Greg's and spoke quietly into his ear.

"Listen carefully." Came the ragged voice. " The agency that's going to investigate Sergeant Ballot's kidnapping is called NCIS. And the only reason you're still alive is that I need you to give them a little message. Her ransom is small, just a little bit of information I want that she won't give me. And the only other person that knows is her bastard sister, tell them that and I'll be in touch."

With a last swift kick in the gut, the man turned and walked back to the car. They drove away, leaving another cloud of dust in their wake. Slowly, Greg started to move, testing out each limb to see if it was broken. There was definitely something wrong with his ribs, he soon discovered this after nearly passing out from the pain. He moved even more slowly, as his fingers found the cell phone in his jacket pocket. He sighed with relief and dialled three numbers.

"911, what's your emergency?"

The elevator doors opened with a ding, but that was usual.

What was a bit unusual was that the two people who stepped out, Tony and Ziva, were soaked. Literally. It was a regular hurricane outside, rain pounded on the windows and thunder and lightning reigned outside.

" I was in the rain for two minutes before I got into my car!" Complained Tony, passing a hand through his wet hair. " This storm has The Day After Tomorrow written all over it."

Ziva sent him a weird look, but agreed anyway as they both walked towards their desks.

" Indeed, it's raining cats and curs outside." She smiled; certain she got it right this time.

"Umm…actually I think it's 'cats and dogs', Ziva." Said McGee, who was already sitting at his desk. Ziva gave him a sour look before throwing down her equally wet bag and starting up her computer. Tony just stood in front McGee, making him more and more uncomfortable as seconds ticked past.

"Tony?" He inquired finally, as the tension in the room was too much.

"Probie, why aren't you wet?" Tony asked finally, moving towards his desk. A small squeak sounded from his shoes and he grimaced. They were worth more than the rest of his clothes put together.

"Well, I used an umbrella."

Both Tony and Ziva froze in their seats and looked over at each other. This day was starting out very badly. Tony narrowed his eyes and spoke in an ominous voice.

"We never speak of this again."

McGee nodded and they worked in silence for a moment before Gibbs came strolling in with the familiar coffee in hand. He was, unsurprisingly, completely dry. Everyone was wondering if he had even gone home the night before.

'We have a kidnapping." Said Gibbs shortly, slamming down the empty coffee cup onto his desk. " Sergeant Gabrielle Ballot was taken last night at 03:00, while walking home with her boyfriend, Greg Mathers. Mathers is in the hospital being treated for broken ribs and a concussion. DiNozzo, McGee; they were last seen at the Scratch bar. Ziva, you're with me."

"But boss!" Yelled Tony, who was on his feet like everyone else, grabbing at his or her stuff. " Have you looked outside today? Plus McGee forgot his umbrella…"

"Hey, I'm not the one who forgot an umbrella…"

Smack.

Tony grumbled as Gibbs's open hand came in contact with his head. But it put an end to the discussion and left McGee and Ziva grinning triumphantly.

"You two, take the stairs!" Gibbs barked, giving them all the evil eye. "Ziva, you've got twenty seconds before I leave without you." Then he was gone with the rest of the team following in his wake.

Ziva made sure they took the stairs.

All right, I hope you liked it. Things will probably speed up next chapter, but I'm not sure how long I want to make this story. Please review, because I cherish each one very much!

Katie…out!