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Chapter 1

Special Agent Tony Dinozzo dashed into NCIS headquarters and into the elevator. "Please don't let Gibbs be there," he muttered to himself as he frantically pushed the button. He sighed. "I'm screwed." He bounced around impatiently in the elevator. "Hurry up."

Ding. The elevator stopped. Tony banged on the doors until they finally slid open. He sprinted into the bullpen and quickly glanced in the direction of his boss's desk. It was unoccupied.

Tony sank into his chair with a sigh. "Thank God." He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"You're late." A familiar female voice startled him so much he fell out of his chair.

Special Agent Kate Todd laughed as his tousled head poked over the top of his desk.

"Dammit, Kate, don't scare me like that!" he hissed.

"You know, with as graceful as you are, it's hard to believe you ever played any sports in your entire life." Kate's brown eyes danced with laughter.

"Ssshhhh!" Tony glanced around. "Is Gibbs here yet?"

Kate grinned at him. "Tony, this is the second time this week you've come in more than fifteen minutes late." She leaned back in her chair. "She must really be good."

"Oh, Kate, you have no idea!" Tony pulled himself to his feet. "Wait," he said as he cocked one eyebrow, "how did you know?"

She smiled. "A good interrogator always knows how to get people to talk."

Tony made a face at her.

Kate leaned forward. "So, what's she like?"

"Oh, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever met!"

"Didn't you say that about all the others?" Kate started counting off on her fingers. "Let's see, there was Olivia and Kasie and Jamie and Rachel…"

"Ah, but I hadn't met this one when I said that." Tony grinned.

"Uh-huh, and how long have you known this one?"

"Well, uh…" Tony fidgeted with his tie as Kate raised an eyebrow. "Twelve hours."

"That's what I thought," Kate replied, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Yeah, but, Kate the sex was fantastic!"

"Tony, with you, any sex at all is fantastic."

"Yeah." He grinned again. "Care to test your hypothesis?"

Kate glared at him. "I'd rather kiss one of Ducky's patients."

"Dinozzo!" A gruff voice from the elevator cut off his retort.

Tony grimaced and turned to face Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, a million-watt smile crossing his face. "Hey, Boss."

Gibbs tossed his empty coffee cup in the trash and stood nose-to-nose with a very uncomfortable Tony. "You're late," he growled. "Again."

Tony fumbled for an excuse. "Yeah, well, uh...Boss, see…"

Gibbs moved around his stuttering subordinate. "This must be your lucky day, Dinozzo. We don't have time, grab your gear."

"New case?" Kate asked as she stood. A grateful Tony grabbed his NCIS bag and glanced at Gibbs.

"Yep. Murdered petty officers in Scotts Run. Kate, call Ducky. Tony, gas up the truck."

"You know, Boss, other agencies have people that gas up the trucks for the agents." Tony grimaced as Gibbs glared at him. "Right, Boss, gas up the truck."

Gibbs pushed past him. Grabbing a cup of coffee off his desk, he stomped up the stairs to MTAC.

Tony glanced over at Kate. "Did he say petty officers, as in more than one?"

Kate covered the microphone with her hand. "That's generally what the S on the end of a word means, Tony."

Tony glared at her and crossed the bullpen to the elevator. As the steel doors slid open, he turned to face his partner and stuck his tongue out at the back of her head.

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Gibbs spotted Director Morrow seated in the front row of MTAC. "You wanted to see me, sir?" he asked as he sat next to his boss.

"You got the latest case?"

Gibbs nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good." The Director shifted in his seat. "I've called in some help on this one, Gibbs."

Gibbs turned to face the Director. This was the last thing he ever expected. "Help, sir?"

"I called in the Behavioral Analysis Unit from the FBI."

Gibbs sat stunned for a brief moment. "Can I ask why, sir?"

"You heard the brief. It sounds like we have the makings of a serial killer on our hands."

"With all due respect, sir, we won't know that until we get out there, and we've handled serial killers before."

The Director looked him in the eye. "The BAU has the best profilers in the country. They can catch this guy quick, and the FBI has promised to give us the lead in the investigation." The Director stood. "They'll meet you at the crime scene."

Gibbs stood as well and made his way to the bullpen. The BAU? Of all people, he calls in profilers?

Kate was waiting for him at her desk. "Tony's in the truck and Ducky's on his way," she said as he grabbed his stuff.

"We've got company," Gibbs said flatly as he opened the drawer where he kept his Sig Sauer.

"Company?"

"What do you know about the BAU?" He turned to face her.

"The Behavioral Analysis Unit?" Gibbs nodded. Kate had been trained as a profiler by the Secret Service, and he knew that she'd know something about their new partners. "They're among the best in the world. The best profilers in the country either train there or work there. Why?"

Gibbs headed for the elevator with Kate on his heels. "Like I said. Company."

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Meanwhile…

FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit- Quantico, VA

"Morning, Reid."

At the mention of his name, Dr. Spencer Reid glanced up from the file he was reading. "Hey, Morgan."

Special Agent Derek Morgan flopped into his chair and rubbed his eyes.

"Long night, Morgan?"

Morgan glanced up to see Special Agent Elle Greenaway staring at him, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

"What makes you think that?"

"Bags under the eyes," Reid said quietly, glancing at Elle. Her smile was getting wider. "The way you dropped into your chair. The very strong coffee you're holding."

"And the fact that you're so tired can mean one of two things," Elle finished. "You need a new bed, or you shared someone else's." The smile was now a full-fledged grin that lit up her already-beautiful face.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Morgan shot back, the grin spreading across his handsome face matching hers.

Reid and Elle laughed aloud.

"What's so funny?" Special Agent Jennifer "J.J." Jareau leaned on the dividing wall between Reid and Elle's cubicles.

"Oh, we're just, um, discussing Morgan's sleeping habits," Reid replied. "Or lack thereof." Elle snickered, and J.J. grinned. "What's happening?"

"Hotch wants us in the round table room."

"New case? What is it this time?" Morgan asked as he stood with the rest of his team.

J.J. shrugged. "No clue. This one's brand new, it didn't come through me."

Reid, Morgan, and Elle followed J.J. into a conference room off the bullpen. Special Agent Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner and Special Agent Jason Gideon were already there. Hotch motioned for the other agents to be seated.

"This is a big one," he began. "The orders for this one come straight from the Director."

Gideon turned on a television in the corner of the room. The station was set at a local news channel, and the banner across the bottom of the screen said loud and clear "FIVE NAVY WOMEN MURDERED IN SCOTTS RUN."

Elle raised her eyebrows. "Serial killing?"

"Possibly," Gideon replied.

"What does local law enforcement say?" Morgan asked.

"We're not working with local law enforcement on this one," Hotch answered. All eyes were now riveted on him. "We're working with NCIS."

"NCI-who?" Morgan asked again.

"NCIS. Naval Criminal Investigative Service," Gideon said, glancing at Morgan.

"Explains the order from the Director," Reid commented.

"They've got the lead on this one. We're just helping them," Hotch said. "And they've got a history of antagonistic feelings toward the FBI, so don't be surprised if we're not welcome."

"When are we ever?" Morgan quipped, eliciting smiles from Reid and Elle.

"Yeah," murmured Gideon, still staring at the screen. "This one's not going to be easy."