Title: Messenger or not?

Rating: T

Summary: Yet again someone is out to kill all the women in Gibbs' life. The team find a young girl half dead in an alleyway. In her hand is a note for Gibbs. Is she the messenger or something more?

Characters: Tony, Ziva, Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Palmer, Jenny, Lizzie, Agent Sacs, Fornell and lots of other people who I haven't thought up names for.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own NCIS or any of the characters in it or Cote de Pablo's hair (dang it). I do own Lizzie and all the other people who I haven't thought up names for yet.

8th march:
Sorry, I am really tired but I need to write. This is another one on the sly - mum stole my computer! (n my ipod n my ds)I'm listening to Sometime around Midnight by Airborne Toxic Event. They sing on the NCIS album n their song 'I don't wanna be on TV' is played on the ep called Deliverance. Abby is well cool dancing to it! This is probably really bad and I need at spirit boost n reviews will help that. I can't believe I've hit 70 reviews! (I'm really bad at getting reviews) plus this has been C2'd!!!!!!! (thnxs penny) Please review!

Abby was hysterically jumping up and down in the lab. She had three empty caf-pows sitting by her. Lizzie's last caf-pow was still sitting on the edge of the table, untouched.

"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!!!" cried Abby. "I got something! I got something!"

Gibbs sighed and set down the fresh caf-pow he had brought for her on the table. He put his hands on her shoulders and tried to calm her down.

"Abs." He warned.

Abby stood still. She took deep breathes. Fornell stared at her curiously.

"Emotion control course." She smiled at him.

"Ah." Said Fornell. This girl was weird.

"What do you have Abs?" demanded Gibbs.

"Be still oh impatient one and I will show you." Declared Abby.

Gibbs glared at her. "Don't make me start slapping you like I do Dinozzo." He scowled.

"You wouldn't!" gasped Abby. She saw the look on Gibbs' face. "You would!"

"Can we get on?" interrupted Fornell. Gibbs nodded in agreement.

"I found out the other guy's name." Smiled Abby proudly.

"Jack Porter." Sighed Gibbs.

Abby scowled. "Are you magic and mysterious or something?" she demanded.

"Lizzie told me." Sighed Gibbs.

"SHE'S AWAKE!" gasped Abby.

"Yeah." Said Fornell. Something weird was going on.

"WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME!" screeched Abby.

"Room 106." Gibbs told her as she ran out of the lab.

As soon as Abby had left Fornell stared at Gibbs. He knew the forensic scientist was strange – but not that strange.

Fornell watched one of his oldest friends circle around the cluttered lab. He stopped every so often to fiddle with something. Fornell could see the anger, the sadness and the impatientness on his face. Gibbs never showed his emotions but this time they showed through. Fornell knew Gibbs was centered around his daughter now. He knew this meant a lot.

Gibbs walked around the table. An object caught his eye. He picked up a paper receipt with Bruce's signature on the back. He stared at the address on it before reaslising something.

"I know this bar!" he exclaimed.

"Really." said Fornell.

"I'll get Ziva and Dinozzo to check it out." said Gibbs.

He almost ran up to the bullpen before chucking the receipt at Tony. "GO." he told them. Obediantly they scrambled to the lift, packing their bags as they went.

"I am driving." smirked Ziva.

"No you are not." smiled Tony.

"Yes I am." said Ziva, "I have the keys."

"So." said Tony.

"And I have a knife." smiled Ziva.

"Your driving." sighed Tony.

About ten minutes later Tony and Ziva arrived at the bar. They had been pulled over by the police once. Ziva had flashed her badge, fluttered her eyelashes and drove off. Tony had slunk low in the passenger seat and pretended he wasn't there. As they stepped out of the bar they saw the sun was just disappearing over the horizon. To Ziva it was beautiful and symbolic. To Tony it didn't really mean anything.

Inside the bar it was murky and crowded. Cigarette smoke lingered in the air and you could smell the alcohol. Several people stared at Tony and Ziva. Some were worried. It was pretty obvious they were cops, by the three guns in Ziva's belt, the sly grin on her face and Tony's suit and the badge at his hip.

They walked up to the bar and stood up in front of the bartender. He was an old, fat guy with a balding head. There was a grubby air about him which probably had something to do with the horrible collection of stains on his shirt. He took one look at them and walked away.

"How rude." scowled Ziva.

"Yeah." said Tony. He was a bit miffed - what happened to cute female bar tenders?

Tony's aggravation was lifted when a young girl with a miniskirt and sleeveless top walked up to them.

"Hey." she said, "Sorry my dad doesn't understand that much American."

Tony smiled widely at her. Ziva elbowed him in the stomach. "Have you seen these men?" she asked the girl as she showed her the mug shots of Bruce and Jack he had permanently with her.

"Yeah." smiled the girl. "They are regulars."

"Anything unusual about them?" asked Tony.

"Kinda." said the girl.

"And you meant...?" asked Ziva.

"Real quiet. Always plotting in the corner. Met another guy here but he never showed his face or drunk anything." she said.

"Can we have your CCTV tapes?" asked Tony.

"Sure." smiled the girl. She was just walking off when Tony's phone rang - playing the mission impossible theme tune.

Ziva sighed as Tony picked up the phone. He always had to attract soo much attention to himself!

"Gibbs?" asked Tony into the phone.

9th march:
Tnxs 4 readin this! I'm still listenin 2 somtime around midnight and also Where I stood by Missy HIggins (played at the end of the ep called recoil) I've also got hayfever n my eyes are all awful n my throats scratchy. I need some spirit boost so pls review!!!!

Bye :)