Me and Tim were stood by the SUV waiting for the CNO to leave his house. When he did we walked up the path to escort him down to the SUV then got in as well. Tim got in the front I was in the back sitting next to the CNO. We had been told that we were only speak to him if he spoke to us. Like the Victorian children 'only speak when spoke to'.

"Will you be accompanying my into the meeting?" he asked turning to me.

"No sir. Our boss will though." I said looking at him before looking out the window looking for out-of-place people or things.

"Shame." he sighed, "Gorgeous girl like you." he said. Out the corner of my eye I saw Tim tense.

"Our colleges will be walking you through the building." he said in a cold voice.

"Oh well. You'll be accompanying me home." he said like he had won the lottery.

When we arrived, me and Tim got out the car first and stood on either side of the door. Gibbs was stood 3 meters away from the car. Tim and I walked on either side of the CNO while Gibbs walked in front of us. Once in the building I leaned over and whispered in Ziva's ear.

"Watch out. My may be a dinosaur but he is basically Tony's twin." she nodded before walking away with the group. We were walking back to the car when Tim turns to me.

"I'll sit with him on the way back."

Me and Tim were stood near the exit. I was leaning against the wall and he was stood next to me. We were talking about the 'Catwoman' film we watched and how different it was from the cartoon. Tim had mentioned that if we watched the 'Batman' film it would be different as well. "We're moving, DiNozzo." we heard Gibbs say. I pushed off the wall and stood up straight

"Coming out." Tony said we walked forward, closer to the car, but still a good distance away.
"We're on our way down." Gibbs said.
"Roger, Boss." Tim said
"The car's ready." I added, beginning the walk down the ally way to the exit.
"Check the exit." Gibbs ordered
"All ready on it." I said as Tim stepped forward

"They're coming down!"
"Yes, Sir!" a voice called back. I heard Tim run up behind me and walked on my right side. Walking out the tunnel I noticed a black SUV and a man standing next to it. I nudged Tim who was looking in the other direction. I moved my blazer back and out my way so I could rest my hand on my gun.
"Boss, hold on one second." Tim said, doing the same as me
"What do you got, guys?" Gibbs asked.
"We're not sure." I replied. I looked over at Tim who nodded. Pulling out our guns we walked forwards slightly.

"Federal agents." Tim shouted over.

"Talk to me, McGee." Gibbs said. The man standing out side the SUV turned to us. Arm raised. Gunfire. We shot back. Tim shot three times at the man who shot at us while I shot thee times nut in different ways. Once at the man and twice at the SUV as it started to drive off. I tried to memories the license plate but all I got was '89' and somewhere in it was an 'E'. When the man fell to the floor I ran towards the body, Tim only moments behind me. We dropped to the floor and rolled him over. I put my fingers to his neck. No pulse. We looked up when we heard footsteps to see Gibbs looking down at us.

Me and Tim were stood on opposite sides of the ally, per Gibbs orders. Ducky, Jimmy and Gibbs were talking over the body. As Gibbs started walking towards us Tony and Ziva walked up behind us.
"Way to go, Probie! Three shots, three hits. I guess my instruction on the range paid off, huh?" I heard Tony say, "Bad luck Probette. Back to class for you." he said louder so that I would be able to him.
"Tony, I killed somebody, okay?" Tim said, he got this look on his face like he was returning to the shooting. I faintly heard people talking but I was more focused on remembering what happened. The man had been reluctant to fire, yet he did. Tim's voice broke through my thoughts. Well his question did in any case.
"Did you find his weapon?" Tim asked
"No." Gibbs replied before tuning to Tony. "Question Swan." he ordered. Tony nodded before walking over to me.

"Right then Probette. What happened here?" he asked as his usual self.
"Tim identified us as a Federal agents. He turned to us and hesitated. There was gunfire. We returned fire. The SUV started to drive off after McGee shot so I shot once at the man and then twice at the SUV."
"What about the SUV. Did you get anything about that?" he asked writing down what I had said.
"Black. Virginia plate. First two numbers eight nine and had a E in it. Model... Sorry but it was dark from a distance so." I winced at how little I had given Tony.
Ziva walked over to us. "Please tell me something about the SUV that isn't that it is 'Dark blue or black. Virginia plate. First two numbers eight nine.'" she said

"It was black and the plate had an E in it. But it is dark outside. We were at a distance there is only so much a human can see." I said. I was getting really frustrated.
"Hang on. Hey, I want to know everything about this guy." Gibbs said giving Ziva a driver's license as she went to leave "McGee, Swan, go back to where you fired from." Tim and I walked back to just in front of the tunnel "DiNozzo!" he said loudly to make sure he followed "Show me, guys!" he shouted from the body.
"Federal Officer! Drop your weapon!" Tim shouted as we held up empty hands, like idiots.
Gibbs tuned on his flashlight. Tony came jogging towards us "Don't worry, McGee. Bells. I'll find the slug."

I was heading down to autopsy to talk to Ducky about my profile. I wasn't suppose to be doing it without another agent with me, but according to Gibbs, Ducky counted.

"Assisting in an autopsy." I heard Abby say
"Oh, yeah, right!" Jimmy scoffed.
"Actually, Jimmy, a medical degree is not required even to be a coroner." I said walking into the room and freezing. I may live with a medical examiner's assistant but my fear of blood, still there. Right now I was standing in a room with a dead body who's chest had been cut open. Jimmy was standing on the side furthest to me while Ducky and Abby had their backs to me. "Exactly Isabella. Abby has an exceptional analytical mind. She's a quick study. I think you'll do very well." Ducky handed Abby a mask, "Put it on." Abby put it on, pulling her pigtails over the top, Jimmy just shook his head before walking over to me and pulled me to the next table, lifting me on to the table before sitting next to me. Snapping out if my trance I hit him in the chest, then looked down. Apparently looking at the body made my nausea worse, but the only way to get rid of my fear was to face it. Or so Ducky said. But there was still no need to treat me like a child.

"Your first lesson, lesson number one. The third bullet removed what was left of the fourth rib," hearing a whooshing noise I turned around to see Tim. "Smashing the costal cartilage, took a piece out of the left atrium," Jimmy turned around to see what I was looking at, "And lodged itself against the costal surface of the scapula."
"It's amazing how much damage one bullet can do." Abby said shaking her head a little.
"Definitely the kill shot." Ducky said loudly.
"Um…" Jimmy said.

"Guys." I finished
"Something wrong?" Ducky asked before tuning around to see McGee standing next to us "I'm sorry, McGee. That wasn't meant for your ears."
"Not a problem, Ducky." Tim said walking forwards to stand next to Abby and Ducky. "I was hoping when I woke up this morning it was all a nightmare." you weren't the only one Timmy. I had woke this morning alone in my apartment, on the sofa, dressed in a large gray jumper and a pair of my old jeans and for a moment I thought I had reamed it all. Till I Palmer text me asking if I was coming in or not and realized it had been real. I had changed in to a newer pair of skinny jeans and a black and white shirt, tied my hair up in a messy bun, put on my old black chucks and came to work. I had been in for an hour before Gibbs agreed to let me work with Ducky on a profile.
"Somebody needs a hug." Abby said snapping me out of my thoughts. She stepped to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled away and put her hands on either side of his face before stepping away completely.
"I was trained for last night, but…" Tim said trailing off, coming and leaning on the table next to me.
"Well, shooting a human cut-out is not quite the same, Timothy. No one is prepared for their first kill." Ducky said before turning back to the body. I know I should be like that, like Tim. But after Edward left me I promised my self nothing would make me feel like that again.

Tim body looked at the body sadly before tuning to Abby, "Abby, I'm going to need you to run his prints. The driver's license was phony."

Abby nodded before turning to the body and taking the prints

I was on my way up to the bullpen, me and Ducky had run through what had happened and had put together a rather different view on what happened. I just got past the wall that stopped the elevators from overlooking the bullpen and I could see Ziva and Tony arguing again.
"Is something bothering you, Tony?" I could faintly hear so I walked forward slightly so I could hear his reply, but not be in eye vision. I thought that Tony would not doubt me but I guess I was wrong.
"Ah…" Tony started
"He doesn't want to say what we're all thinking." Ziva said
"Spit it out." Gibbs ordered
"They both says they were shot at, but we can't seem to find the slug, shell casing or a weapon." Ziva said.

"Actually I never said he shot at us. And I don't think he did." I said walking closer, making the three turn towards me. I stopped and leaned on Tim's desk.

"Bells?" Tony asked.

"I said he turned to us and raised a weapon, then I heard gunfire. I never said he was the one to shot. And after going over the incident with Ducky I don't think he did. He hesitated for at least 10 seconds. Shooters who do that either, are looking for a clear shot or are being forced to do it. I just don't think he did it."

Gibbs looked at me for a moment before his phone rang.
"Yeah, Gibbs. Be right up." Gibbs said moving over and whispering something in Ziva's ear, before moving over to the stairs that lead to the Director's office.
"What'd he say?" Tony asked sitting at his desk.
"To go back to work." Ziva said moving back to her desk. It was silent for about 30 seconds before Tony turned to me.

"What's with the outfit Bells?" he gestured to my jeans. I had never wore jeans to work before. I noticed that, being the youngest, I tended to get funny looks when they introduced me in my title. Probationary Agent Isabella Swan. Apparently I looked to young to be an agent. Probationary or not.

"I'm no longer in the field, I no longer see the point of dressing smartly, so casual it was." 'but I would rather be at home in my sweats.' I mentally added.

"Oh. I thought that was your casual. Skirts and what not." Tony rubbed the back of his neck.

I scoffed. "I hate skirts."

"But you always wear them." Tony said in clear shock.

"I'm the youngest. Do you honestly think I would get the same respect as I do now is I wore outfits like Ziva's. I don't even get the same amount as you guys as it is. First impressions last." I said turning around and walking out of the bullpen, heading down to Abby's lab.
Arriving at Abby's lab I found Tim sitting on one side of Abby's computer, Abby on the other. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Sighing, I moved over to where Abby stood and rested my head on her shoulder. She sighed and put her head on mine.

"What's up, buttercup?" she asked, not stopping her typing.

Tim scrunched up his eyebrows, "Buttercup?"

My head moved as she shrugged her shoulders, "It rhymed." was her reply.

"Ziva's doubting us. Arguing that we're making it up." I said looking a Tim, watching his face turn to one of sadness as he looked away. At that my phone rung.

Seeing as it wasn't a work number I walked away from Abby, stopping just outside the lab door.

"Swan."

"Bellsie." a female voice shrieked at me down the line.

"Karen."

"So nice to speak to you again. Hows Jimmy?" Karen asked in a very bubbly voice.

"Just fine, hows Dave?" I asked. Karen and Dave. The reason me and Jimmy met. Last I had heard Both of them had head to J.A.G and were the ones to suggest that I apply for N.C.I.S

"He's fine. J.A.G's hard work you know. What about N.C.I.S?"

"Fine, Jimmy works here actually. Look is this going to take long. We're in the middle of a case." I said hoping she would understand. Gibbs wouldn't be happy if he caught me on the phone.

"I know. That's why I suggested it." great, she didn't get the hint, "Okay, so you know I run those charity concerts. Well one of my girls recently fell of stage and broke her leg and I was hoping you would step in."

"Oh no Karen, I don't dance. I can barely walk across the floor without falling over. You know that."

"Good job it isn't dancing. I need a singer. And what luck. I still have your number."

"I can't sing eith-"

"Nonsense your one of the best singers I know." there was a few moments of silence before she spoke again. "Please Bella. It's for charity." I knew I was going to regret this.

"Fine."

"Brilliant. I'll text you rehearsal times." she said before hanging up. What did I just sign up to.

Walking back into the lab, I noticed Tim looking at my with questioning eyes. I shook my head at him. We were in silence for a few minutes before the computer dinged with results. Tim came around the computer and the three of us just stared at the screen. Abby printed it off and made her way to the elevators. I grabbed Tim's hand and dragged him with me as I followed her. Letting go as we reached the elevator so Abby wouldn't be suspicious. The whole elevator journey and the walk to the bullpen was done in silence.

"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked when we arrived.
""I ran the fingerprint through AFIS." Abby said. Gibbs raised his eyebrows in an unasked question.

"The victim's real name is John Benedict." I told him, from my place in-between Tim and Abby.
"Has he got a record?" Gibbs asked.
"He was a Metro detective. He was working undercover. I killed a cop, Boss."

After getting in touch with Metro, Gibbs, Tim and I were sitting outside the Director's office.

"Can I get you three anything?" the Director's assistant, Sumner, asked us.
"No, thanks." Gibbs answered for us. We were in silence for a few minutes before Sumner's phone beeped.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll send them in." she said and nodded to the door, gesturing that we should go in.
"Special Agent Gibbs, Swan and McGee, this is Metro Police Captain Dan Karzin and Sergeant Keith Archer, the dead officer's partner." the Director said standing next to an older man with once brown hair that was now turning gray. Next to him was a younger man with brown hair.
"I'm sorry about-" Tim started
"Director Shepard already gave us the official NCIS condolences, Special Agent McGee. We're here to find out what happened." the older man, Captain Karzin, said.
"Please sit." the Director said gesturing to the table. Gibbs and the Director sat at opposite heads of the table. Captain Karzin and Sargent Archer sat on one side of the table, me and Tim on the other.
"I'd like to ask Sergeant Archer some questions. Do you know why your partner was behind the hotel last night?" Gibbs said to the man sitting on his immediate left.
"No. We were off duty." Sergeant Archer replied
"When did you last see him?"
"Yesterday about noon."
"They were working undercover Narcotics." Captain Karzin added in, "Just got off a thirty-six hour shift." here he turned to McGee "I read your report. I've got some questions. You say you identified yourself?"
"Yes, Sir." Tim said, with a nod of his head.
"Loud enough to be heard?" Captain Karzin, picking up on how quite Tim was speaking.
"Definitely." he said in a stronger voice
"And you contend that Lieutenant Benedict then turned and fired at you."
"Yes, Sir."
"So why can't you find a bullet or a weapon?" Captain Karzin asked.
"Agent Swan believes she has an answer to that." Gibbs said nodding in my direction, Captain Karzin ignored him though.
"Are you sure it happened like that, son?" he asked Tim. Please say he isn't one of those people who believe women can't do the same job as men.
"It happened the way that I reported it, Captain." Tim said after a moment's silence.
"Because I knew Lieutenant John Benedict maybe twenty years. He was a highly decorated officer. A great cop. And if Agent McGee had properly identified himself the way that he claims, there's no way that Bennie would have acted threateningly."
"Like I said Agent Swan has a theory."

"Ah yes. The newest probie." Sergeant Archer said mockingly.

"I read your report young woman. Basically the same as Agent McGee's, yet the way you word it makes it sound like two different events." Captain Karzin said, raising an eyebrow. "But please do tell us the 'new' theory."

"Lieutenant Benedict tuned to us and did raise his arm to firing level. But I don't think he was the one to shoot. In my report I said that I returned fire at the sound of a gunshot, I never said I thought he was the one to shoot." I saw Tim look at me from the corner of my eyes. "There was a gap between him turning and the gunfire we heard. The amount of time he hesitated for would suggest, normally, that he was looking for a clean shoot, had no intention of shooting or being forced to do it. We were in the open so that means it couldn't be the first. I first thought it was the third, but after seeing the journey the bullet took, I think it was the second, and he was shoot by someone else in the SUV first."

The metro officers looked at me in shook.

"Did I mention that Agent Swan is NCIS's only profiler?" Director Sheppard said with a hint of proudness.
"I don't believe it." Sergeant Archer scoffed.
"Special Agent McGee, Swan, why don't you return to the squad room? We'll call you if we need you." Director Sheppard said.

We stood up and tucked in our chairs, I looked one more time at the metro officers before turning and leaving. I felt Tim catch up with me.

"What was that?" he demanded.

"Me telling the truth, so we can catch a dead man's killer." I said, brushing off the harsh tone, knowing that he was under stress.

"By making me look like an idiot in an interrogation." he said

"It wasn't an interrogation, Gibbs and the Director were there." I said before heading down the stairs and to my desk.

"How was it?" Tony asked. I shot him a look before tuning back to my computer.

"DiNozzo, look at this." Tony, who was standing behind me looking in files he had got out of the draws, beneath the screen behind me, jumped at Ziva's voice. "I've got a possible. Robert Gershon. Thirty-two year old white male. Lives in Alexandria. Drives a two thousand three black Ford Expedition. First two digits of license plate…. eight nine." as Ziva talked Tony walked to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder.
"McGee, was the SUV as big as an Expedition?" Tony asked
"Uh, maybe. I don't know. I'm not sure." Tim stuttered

Sighing I stood up and walked over to Ziva's desk. Leaning over Tony's shoulder I look at the man's record.

"There is no 'E' in the license plate." I said making my way back to the desk.
"This guy belongs to a protest group called 'CACA.'" Ziva said, I sighed, still being ignored.
"You're making that up." Tony said, flashing me a look through the corners of his eyes.
"'Citizens Against Criminal Abuse.' He was arrested last May for defacing the main entrance of the Pentagon with horse manure." Ziva said, pausing before the last word.
"Call me crazy, but a guy that belongs to a group called CACA, and smears horse pucky on a government building, doesn't make death threats." Tony said, eyes once again returning to me.
"DiNozzo! David!" Gibbs shouted scaring all four of us. "Get back in that alley. Find that damn bullet! Do it now!" Gibbs continued shouting, as he made his way down the stairs that lead to the Director office.
"Boss, we spent hours. We covered every inch of where McGee was standing when he…" Tony trailed off as Gibbs glared at him, as he walked past him to his desk, "We'll maybe find something in daylight."
"We're working the protester angle." Ziva said.

"I don't think that cop being there had anything to do with the threat against that CNO." Gibbs told her, bending down to type at his computer. Tim slowly made his way to Gibbs desk. Suddenly Gibbs stood up straight "Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?!" he exclaimed, making a few stray agents turn to him. "First, Abby's lab nerd frames DiNozzo for murder, not to mention he kidnapped Bella, and then McGee kills a cop! Did somebody break a mirror?" he asked.

"Probably Bells." I heard Ziva say to Tony as they left. Normally I wouldn't mind but then again she would normally say it jokingly. Not today.
"Boss, can I go with Tony and Ziva? An extra set of eyes might help." Tim asked, as Gibbs sat down.
"No! Metro P.D. is out to get you. You find the bullet, it's compromised evidence." Gibbs stood up and turned towards the elevator, "Hey, DiNozzo! While you're there, see if anyone saw Benedict in the area last night." he said before sitting down.
"Got it." Tony shouted back.
"What should I do?" Tim asked
"Find that SUV." Gibbs replied. There was silence for a moment before Gibbs hit his keyboard.

Placing the bag of food on the floor to the right I leaned on the door frame. I had turned up at rehearsals tonight to find out that the show was tomorrow. 'Panicking much?' a voice in my head asked. The girl who had fallen off stage was there and she offered me her dress and shoes to wear. The dress had fit but the shoes hadn't so I would bring my own ones with me. I took a deep breath, before knocking. There was a moment before the door opened.

"What you doing here Bells?" he asked, crossing his arms. I could hear the sound of Jazz in the background. I guessed he was writing.

"I was on my way back from rehearsals, when I thought 'Hey! Why not stop by Tim's place and..." I bent down and picked up the bag of food, "Cook us dinner!' I bet you haven't eaten." I said sending him a disappointed look when a guilty look came on to his face.

"Rehearsals?" he asked, stepping back to let me in.

"That phone call I got this morning at Abby's lab, was my friend asking me to take the place of one of her singers. I said yes and now I'm all panicky." I said putting the bag on the counter and pulling the food out. I had decided to make pasta in a home-made cheese sauce, with bite size chicken pieces. Cook it in the oven with grated cheese on top and volia! A lovely meal.

"Oh when is it?" he asked, the voice that would once hold excitement, now held a false polite tone.

"Tomorrow." I answered simply, putting a pan of water on to boil.

Tim went back to his writing whilst I finished cooking. Once I had put it in the oven I came over to him, reading over his shoulder.

"What are you singing?" he asked me. To be honest I had no idea.

"Some song about death and a Beetles song. Cheery mix right?" I asked nudging his shoulder.

Tim let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

"Come on. As you have no sofa, we'll eat on the floor." I said bumping his shoulder.

I went into his bedroom and grabbed the cushions and brought them into the living room. I threw them on the floor. I served two plates of food, and brought them over to Tim who had sat down and arranged the cushions. We sat eating in silence, the only sound that filled the room was the soft Jazz that was still playing.

"Why did you come Bells?" Tim asked putting his plate on the floor and pushing it away.

"Honestly. You shouldn't be alone. Gibbs wouldn't show he cares in any other way then a Gibbs-slap, Ziva wouldn't bother. Tony would try to take you clubbing. Jimmy would but mess it up and leave. Abby would fill the evening with boring facts. And Ducky... well Ducky would tell stories of his first, second and third kill." Tim started laughing, probably at how well I know my team-mates.

We were leaning closer when suddenly we were interrupted by lots knocking and a few scratches on the door.

"Open up, McGee!" wide eyes we stared at each other.
"Tony, I'm really not in the mood." Tim called back. Grabbing the pillows and my plate I was pushed into the bedroom.
"Let me in." I heard Tony say, I guess Tim had opened the door.
"Okay, you're in. What do you want?"
"We're going out."
"Where?"

"When the going gets tough, the tough go clubbing." where did Tony learn that? "We have got to get you dressed."
"Tony, I really want to be alone tonight, okay?" Tim said, though I could detect a bit of amusement at what I had said earlier probably.
"No, you don't. Still working on the novel, I see, huh?" hearing his voice getting louder I panicked and ran in to the bathroom, and into the shower.
"DiNozzo, I'm begging you. Do not rag on me tonight, okay?" Tim begged, his voice also coming closer. I saw the bedroom light getting flicked on.
"Well, I wouldn't be DiNozzo if I didn't." 'Damn right Tony.' I thought fondly. He's like a child really. "The wardrobe." I heard before I heard doors opening.
"You got any party clothes, McGee?"
"Tony!"
"Baby, you are not going to be scoring in any of this stuff." the sound of coat hangers moving, muffling the sound.
"Hey, would you stop!" Tim shouted, there was a seconds pause before he started again, voice not as loud but still harsh, "I'm not going anywhere!"
"Hey listen, man, I'm sorry." the fact that his voice was very quite told me they were back in the living area, "I just wanted to…"
"I know. I know." Tim cut him off, "I know you're just trying to help. Tony, I'm not like you guys. You were trained as a cop. Gibbs was a Marine sniper. Kate protected the President of the United States. God only knows what Ziva did for Mossad. Even Bella grew up with a cop. My background is biomedical engineering and computer forensics. I don't think I'm cut out to be a field agent."
"The first time I shot at someone…. I wet my pants." Tony said, 'What?' that voice in my heard shrieked. It was only then I realized that the voice sounded like Rosalie.
"Really?
"Really. If you tell anyone that I will slap you silly." whoops.

"Tony. It's a little late for that." Tim said there was a moment's silence before he called out, "You can come out now. Sighing I walked out the bathroom, leaving the plate in the bath for now. Tony's face looked like one of shock. Obviously he wasn't expecting me to be the person hiding.

"Bella?" he asked standing up and walking backwards.

"Wet your pants really Tony?" I asked him, taken the seat he recently left.

"Oh yea. Lets hear about your fist shot." Tony challenged.

"I don't know what you're talking about." before taking a good look at Tim.

"Tim. Where are your trousers?"

Tim looked down before blushing and making his way to his bedroom. He appeared 10 second later with the same sweats as before I went into the bathroom on.

"I took them off when I answered the door hoping Tony would leave."

"You undressed for Tony?"

"Oh I feel so special." Tony joked, "Now that's sorted, Miss Swan. Why don't you tell us about your first shot."

"Maybe another time." I said looking down.

"Ooh, do you have anything to eat?" Tony burst out suddenly walking into the kitchen, "I know it's bad. I've been where you are. But a week from now this will all be behind you. Just a bad memory." he said as he opened the fridge and rummaged through it. All I can say is, my first shot was 5 years ago. And I can still remember it today.