Toshiro Hitsugaya, the intended target for two different groups, sat across from a singular Israeli agent. As soon as he sensed the spiritual pressures of three familiar soul reapers, he knew there was going to be trouble. Yet it didn't bother him as much as the second newly arrived spiritual pressures. There were three, vaguely familiar. One was strong, immeasurably so, almost matching that of a captain, though there was little to no blood lust. The other two pressures were fairly strong, on-par with an average soul reaper or possibly a lieutenant if the power was used right. There was a nagging feeling tugging at his memories, like something inside him was trying to unlock the hidden, forgotten, knowledge.

Ziva sighed, she could conclude that the boy had military training and was not fond of his so called parental guardian. Yet, the boy looked no older than a middle school student, more like an elementary school student, if he was a student at all. He was educated, his English was near perfect. This kid had to have a great education, greater than the Japanese school systems for his presumed age.

That's when Ziva's thoughts were interrupted when there was a loud noise from the next room over, the sound of a struggle, and a very pissed off shout.

. . .

Urahara's eyes narrowed at the sight of the three boys, the same three boys who had knowingly sold him defective, or what he now assumed Black Market, goods. Kisuke found himself gripping a familiar weapon, knowing these boys weren't your average soul reapers.

"Who the hell are you?"

Taro kept his sword steady, the tip centimeters away from the Jethro Gibbs' neck. Taro frowned, confused at why he held his sword at an innocent, he was confused as to why his sword was about to cut the neck of a grouchy, elderly man and not the soul reaper captain Toshiro Hitsugaya.

Retracting the black hilted weapon, Taro bowed in apology, "Sorry, Geezer-san, but you are not the man I need to kill today," and with that Taro sheathed his weapon.

Tony had his gun out by now, pointing it at the teen who had pointed his sword at his boss. Tony regretted bringing the teens to Gibbs; he would definitely get a good head smack for this. Then, Tony felt the cold bite of sharp metal to his neck.

The other two brothers stood in awe at their elder sibling, each had a glorified respect for their elder brother, whether it was justifiable or not. They acted quickly though and by this point each had drawn their swords, the blades placed on opposite sides of Tony DiNozzo's neck. Nao put little strength behind his weapon while Koji put a little too much, drawing slight blood from the NCIS agent. The crimson ran in a light, unthreatening flow and wouldn't even leave a scar on the agent's neck.

Tony found this dangerous, too dangerous. His gun was pointed at what he could assume was the older brother while the two younger brothers had swords to his neck, one even drawing blood. That those teenagers, kids, could be so battle ready it scared the agent. What surprised him most was that Gibbs could also see these kids, and to what Tony could assume it was a rare thing, or at least that's what he got from Karin. He wasn't entirely paying attention, he was thinking more on the lines of Jennifer Love Hewitt in The Ghost Whisperer, and whether or not he'd have to do stuff like that, he assumed not.

Urahara acted on instinct, these teenagers were not to be messed with, especially in the case of normal humans, even if they could see the soul reapers. Kisuke had his zanpakutō drawn and immediately engaged the middle child.

His attack didn't go unnoticed as the eldest stepped in and in one swift movement blocked the soul reaper. The swords clashed at such a strength as to cause sparks.

"I do not want to kill you, sir, but if you are in the way it must be done," Taro said, slight remorse hinting his voice.

. . .

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Matsumoto frowned, "Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Who are they?"

Rukia, Renji, and Matsumoto looked at the agent with curiosity, "He can see us?" asked the orange haired lieutenant.

"Yes, and that agent can hear you too."

Matsumoto suddenly snapped her head to the side, "What's that spiritual pressure?" she murmured, vaguely recognizing danger.

"What spiritual pressure?" asked a confused Renji, unsure to what the lieutenant was talking about.

"No, no. I recognize it, it's not good. But what's not good about it? Gaaaahh!" Matsumoto scratched her head irritably, her instincts were telling her there was danger with this spiritual pressure but she couldn't associate it with anyone in particular.

"Matsumoto, I don't sense anything."

"I don't either," Ichigo said, agreeing with Rukia and Renji.

Matsumoto at this point was ravaging her brain for a memory, some sense of recognition to associate with the spiritual pressure she was sensing, yet there was nothing. She knew there was a reason that no one could sense them. There was something about them that was different, something. Something. Something…She needed to find her captain.

. . .

"Let's all take a breather," said DiNozzo, slowly going to the ground and setting his gun down. Definitely not the best thing he could do but in the current stalemate it was the only thing he could think of.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs said, that certain annoyance laced through his voice.

Urahara reluctantly removed his weapon, agreeing with the agent, for the moment. The elder brother thought of it as a great idea and easily put his sword down, sheathed and away. His brothers had more of a problem.

"Taro," Nao said hesitantly, afraid of the consequence they could face.

"She won't be happy," said Koji, knowing their employer hated having loose ends. In this case meaning witnesses left behind.

Finally everyone had their weapons out of hand, but certainly still in reach and definitely still in mind.

"Who the hell are you?" Gibbs repeated rather annoyed. He had stayed calm during the situation but was rather pissed off at the sudden arrival of weapon wielding teens.

"Taro, Koji, and Nao," said DiNozzo pointing to each respectively at their names.

"DiNozzo?"

"Uh, we had a chat on the way here."

"Why?"

"Well the silence was a bit awkward-" DiNozzo tried to explain.

"Why are they here?" Gibbs elaborated, annoyed at his subordinate.

"To kill one Toshiro Hitsugaya," Taro blatantly said.

Tony immediately blanched, while Gibbs was thoroughly shocked. Now, Gibbs didn't let it show but these were very interesting teenagers. What surprised Gibbs most was not the battle ready, weapon wielding brotherhood but the immediate battle response from the usually care free Kisuke Urahara. What did this man know about these three teenagers and why would he be so eager to fight them, and why were they after Toshiro Hitsugaya's neck?

. . .

When Ziva had finally gotten her wits back together, trying to ignore the commotion in the other room, she faced the white haired captain. It wasn't that she was writing off the noise as unimportant, but she assumed it was handled as it quickly quieted down and she heard a very loud agent, DiNozzo.

What she wasn't expecting was a big breasted woman to burst through the interrogation room doors.

. . .

Author's Note:

Sorry for a short chapter! (I had mentioned trying to make them longer...) Anyways that thing called school has gotten in the way, I'm having great success in debate but chemistry is killing me. I did find my flash drive though!