As you might have guessed I fell right behind but I was helping my mum do house work then I struggled to get my third earing in. So I'm writing this while getting ready for a party. The next chapter might be up tonight, might not.

Disclaimer: If I owned either Twilight or NCIS I wouldn't be writing for Fanfiction.

"The next award to be presented is the Meritorious Civilian Service Medal." Cynthia said into the microphone, fake smile on her face. I loved this. I get a chance to 'read' the other agents in NCIS. Almost everyone didn't want to be here, a few were disappointed they didn't get an award and there was those who were judging the others by there appearance. We were all dressed slightly nicer then normal, Ziva being the only female not in a skirt. I was wearing a gray pencil skirt that came down to my knees and a white blouse. I had black heels on, making me roughly Tim's height but I had gray flats in my bag encase we got a case.

"Would Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs please step forward." Director Shepard asked, taking a medal off of Cynthia.

"She went with the elf cut?" Ziva asked

"It's called the 'pixie.'" I corrected

"I think she looks terrific." Ducky said. Even he had put his best bow-tie on.

"Where's Gibbs?" I asked looking around

"All the years I've known him, he's never once turned up for an awards ceremony." Ducky said

"Even if he's the one receiving, Ducky?" Ziva asked looking at him, I was more preoccupied watching Tony memorize lines.

"Especially if he's the one receiving it." Ducky said

"Special Agent Gibbs?" Cynthia asked again

"Told you he wouldn't show. Pay up." I heard Abby say from her place behind me, as Tony started his way to the stage.

"You got change for a 20?" Tim muttered

"No." I almost laughed at Abby's smug tone.

"Accepting for Special Agent Gibbs Is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." Cynthia said after Jenny and Tony had a little chat.

"She's pretty. I'd like to think I'm the Michael Douglas to his Karl Malden on the streets of D.C... Thank you." Tony said into the microphone Cynthia had been using.

"And thank you, everybody. That concludes our awards ceremony." Jenny said, over him. Everybody started to leave

"Gibbs...Gibbs thanks you...thank you. Is this on? I have a speech. I didn't... I wrote a whole... whole thing." Tony stuttered. Ziva and I laughed before turning and walking back to the Bullpen.

"Break out the gear." Gibbs said as we opened the van

"Boot Camp Babes is a real TV show?" Ziva asked, putting her bag on her back.

"Unfortunately." I replied, zipping up my NCIS jacket and changing my shoes.

"Reality TV at its finest." Tony disagreed as Tim took my shoes and passed me my bag. "Three hot, rich babes learning what's truly important in life."

"Defending their country." Ziva said.

"No, firing machine guns while wearing bikinis." Tony countered as Tim and I shut the back doors and followed them as they lead us to the scene

"I think I like your reason better, Ziva." Tim said

"Your Marine Corps would actually allow these models to serve?" Ziva asked.

"They're not joining for real." I reassured Ziva

"It's a stunt. Kind of like The Simple Life." Tim explained

"The Simple Life?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah, that show about Paris Hilton?" Tim said.

"I never heard of it. But I've been there a few times." Ziva said. I snapped my head up at that.

"I wouldn't mind spending a night there myself." Tony said.

"Oh, you have no idea. I often dream about it." I think that Ziva has confused Paris and Paris Hilton.

"Really?" Tim asked, Similar smirks on their faces.

"What?" Ziva asked

"Just trying to picture Paris and you together." Tony said honestly.

"Don't get your hopes up. I'm not attracted to blondes." Whoa! Okay!

"What about brunettes?" I said, flicking my pony from the right shoulder, to the left.

The boys stopped short but Ziva laughed. Which stopped when we saw the massive group of reporters standing there.

"Whoa. This is bad." Tim said, stating the obvious.

"Gibbs is going to go completely and utterly ape..." Tony said, stopping when I hit him on the shoulder.

We watched as Gibbs made his way through the group, them all asking questions. Then they stopped and everyone looked down. There goes the coffee. We sighed then started to make our way through the group. A few were asking us questions but we ignored them. We walked into see Gibbs talking to a marine.

"That doesn't make any sense, sir. If she wanted off the show, all she had to do was ask. It's not like this is a real boot camp." well that's nice to know.

"McGee, photos. Ziva, interview the rest of the models. DiNozzo..." Gibbs was cut off by Tony

"Boss, I'm pretty familiar with the show. Maybe I should interview them."

"That would work for me. I hate models." Ziva stated.

"Is that so?" Gibbs asked. Well I don't like where this is going. "Bella... Help Ziva... interview them. Any other suggestions, DiNozzo?" damn. I knew I wouldn't like this. Gibbs had taken the camera off of Tim and gave it to Tony.

"No, I think I got it."

"Good. McGee. With me." Gibbs said, turning and leaving.

"Do you want me to get their autographs, Tony?" Ziva asked, then turned and left.

"Hey, Probie... See if you can get them to sign it to the 'Big D.'" he said, I sent him a disgusted look and followed Ziva

"Think about it, Nat, the big escape. Would have made some great TV." one of the girls said, as we entered.

"Unfortunately, it did." Ziva said.

"Special Agent Swan, and Officer David, NCIS. We would like to ask you a few questions." I said showing them my badge.

"In private, please." Ziva said, looking at the cameraman

"Okay, let's go." the man said and the crew left.

"When was the last time you saw Ms. Shane?" I asked, wanting to get out of here quickly.

"Lights out." 'Nat' said.

"Time?" Ziva demanded

"Around 10:30." the other girl said.

"Do you really believe she did this as a stunt?" I asked.

"I don't know. I mean... Taylor would do anything for more camera time." the girl said

"Hannah, she's dead, okay? Stop being a bitch." Nat said

"The cameras are off, Natalie. You can stop pretending you cared about her." Hannah replied

"Hmm, you didn't get along." Ziva commented.

"We're supermodels, honey. We don't have to get along." Hannah said, very patronizing to Ziva

"On the show you three seem like such good friends." I commented, looking to see there reactions

"They shoot us 24 hours a day, Agent Swan. You only get to see 23 minutes of it."

"Anything else I n help you with? Like maybe some hair tips for you and your friend here?" Natalie asked me, as Ziva went through Taylor's trunk.

"No, I think that about covers it. But if you can remember anything else that might help, please give us a call." I said taking a business card out off my pocket.

"It's called a business card. Maybe you can have one of the marines read it to you." Ziva said. I gave a small laugh that I passed off as a cough.

"There's Ducky. Ducky looks good. Here's the autopsy gremlin. There it is! Right there. That's my jacket." Tony and Ziva were around Tony's desk, watching video clips from the news.

"That's McGee's jacket." Ziva exclaimed, flicking Tony's ear.

"I didn't make a single broadcast." Tony cried as him and Ziva made their way to stand near Tim's desk

"I wish I could say the same." Tim said sorrowfully. "Camera must have added about ten pounds to me."

"Actually, that was your refrigerator, Probie." Tim sent Tony a short glare. "You think Gibbs watched the news last night?"

"I know the director did. He's been up in her office for the past half an hour." Ziva said. I didn't even want to know she knew that.

"Anyone else think they were more than just partners back in the day?" Tony said as Gibbs walked in behind them. "Hi, boss. We're just talking about Cagney and Lacey. It was a real good show." Gibbs Gibbs-slapped Tony then walked to his desk.

"What we got?" Gibbs ordered.

"Taylor Shane checked into the Los Angeles Better Health Center in August of '02 and then again in May of '03." Ziva said moving to stand in front of Gibbs desk.

"Publicist said it was an eating disorder, but..." I started, standing up from my desk and shuffling round to the front.

"The truth is it was heroin, cocaine and..." Tony cut me off.

"PCP." Gibbs cut Tony off like he had cut me off.

"Bingo, boss." Tony said

"Friends have given several interviews over the years. They blame her drug problem mostly on the boyfriend, Noah Keller, son of Marshall Keller." Tim said joining the group in front of Gibbs' desk and used the remote to bring up a picture of Noah.

"Ooh, that guy owns half of Manhattan. His kids are loaded, too." Tony said. I stepped forward and punched him in the arm. Resulting with one back.

"Well, this kid was arrested for possession of illegal narcotics three times in the last five years. Twice for cocaine, once for PCP." Tim explained.

"Find him." Gibbs ordered, not even taking his eyes off of the screen.

"Already on it." Tim said turning and going back to his desk.

"That executive show guy, Crawley? He got back last night?" Gibbs asked bending down at his computer.

"The term is 'executive producer.'" Ziva said.

"Whatever. Interview him. I want to know how this girl did a fistful of PCP in the middle of his reality show." Gibbs said walking off.

"That guy dates super models?" Tony asked as him and Ziva picked up their guns and clipped them to their belts. They continued their conversation as they walked to the elevator leaving me and Tim alone.

"I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant tonight?" Tim muttered my way, eyes scanning the room for people who might hear. I got up and went and pretended to read something over Tim's shoulder.

"Sounds nice." I muttered back.

"I'll pick you up at 8." he said as I turned and walked back to my desk.

"Sure." I said, eyes darting around the room.

"When was the last time you heard from Mr. Keller?" Tim asked the person on the other end of the line.

"Hang up the phone, McGee." Gibbs ordered walking and walking over to him.

"Boss, I'm on the phone with Noah Keller's accountant." Tim said putting his hand over the receiver. Gibbs just took the phone out if his hand and put it down.

"He's at the Cranston Motel in Triangle, Virginia right outside the main gate at Quantico." Gibbs said, going to his desk and getting his gun out if his draw.

"How'd you track him down?" Tim asked as Tim and I stood up and picked up our guns.

"I got an urgent call from the President. His AMEX records were in the fax machine, McGee. Come on." he said as he left, picking up the records as he left..

"I specifically told her to e-mail those." he said as we left.

"Millions of dollars, supermodel girlfriend, this is where he stays?" Tim asked as we got out the car.

"Well, he showed up in style." Gibbs said as we saw his shiny new car outside the house

"I think I would have rather slept in the car." I said, scrunching my nose up.

"That one." Gibbs said pointing to an apartment as his phone rang."Yeah, Gibbs?" Tim jumped up the stairs and knocked on the door, while I stayed on the flat ground.

"Yeah, I see him now, DiNozzo. Don't bother, McGee." Gibbs said looking into the apartment. I frowned and walked over to him and looked in to see Noah lying upside down on the bed. Unmoving and dead.

"A young person's death is never easy, McGee, but two in 24 hours, and both self-afflicted, well, that's... tragic." Ducky said as we stood around Noah's body taking photos of everything.

"He got off easy, Duck drugs he gave his girlfriend had her thrashing herself to death in a barbed-wire fence." Gibbs pointed out.

"These people can have everything, and this is how they end up?" I said shaking my head.

"Well, wealth and fame have often gone hand in hand with fatal addiction. Edgar Allan Poe, Keith Moon." Ducky said

"Kurt Cobain." Jimmy chipped in.

"Yeah, the list goes on and on. This one's been dead about 24 hours, Jethro." Ducky added checking the liver temp.

"Yeah, well, that means he offed himself the same night his girlfriend O.D.'d." Gibbs said

"Well, the froth around the mouth suggests a breakdown of the nervous system." ducky said. I stood up and looked round the room, looking for more evidence.

"PCP?" Gibbs asked

"Yeah, possible, but not probable. Look. Pinpoint pupils, blue discoloration around the fingernails. No, I'd say his death was the result of diacetylmorphine."

"Heroin." Gibbs said as I pulled a small bag from the Night stand.

"Yeah.

"I believe you're correct Ducky." I said as I turned round holding the bag to see Gibbs holding an identical one.

"That a suicide note?" Gibbs asked as Tim held up a letter

"Not exactly." he said.