Author's Notes:

As always Highlander belongs to Davis-Panzer Productions, NCIS belongs to CBS. Any misspelling and punctuation errors are all mine. I am Dyslexic and have done my best to make this story as readable as possible. Thanks to my hubby (Steve) and fan-fiction author wajag trying to help me along with Ghotit a writing program for Dyslexics. As I am, sure you will find mistakes with my use of commas. Commas and I have a contemptuous relationship at best. This Fan-Fiction is for entertainment purposes only.

Hide and Seek Chapter 1

Tony DiNozzo looked up at the clock. It was ten minutes after five, the end of another typical day at the Naval Yard. Tony continued to surf the Internet looking for a replacement for his latest car that had been totaled in the line of duty. Earlier in the week, Gibbs had called him when he was driving to work, next thing Tony knew he was involved in a high-speed chase. Subsequently, someone began shooting at him and his classic Mustang became collateral damage. After taking a direct hit to his windshield, Tony swerved and crashed into a brick wall, suddenly his car caught on fire. Gibbs swerved and hastily picked him up while he called 911 to get the fire department to the scene. Tony tried not to look back and watch his car burning. Sadly, his '75 Mustang was beyond repair.

"Tony let it go. It's only a car, just a thing, you're alright, and that's wants important." Gibbs quietly said. So, Very Special Agent DiNozzo grabbed his gun out as he and Gibbs sped up to catch the bad guys. Tonight Tony was wondering if it was possible to write off the rise in his insurance rate on his next expense report. Crap, probably not.

Tony looked over at his partner's desk, hearing Timothy chatting with his girlfriend Delilah, who had moved halfway around the world. They were planning a watch the same movie on Saturday while Skypeing. Tony pitched several suggestions of movies the couple should watch; McGee did his best to ignore Tony and act like Tony wasn't even in the room.

The newest addition to the team, Ellie Bishop, was seated on the floor surrounded by pictures, her laptop perched upon her knees. She was busy doing her thing. Secretly, Tony watched her out of the corner of his eye because he wasn't sure exactly what her thing was… yet. But then again she was just a Probie and Tony was used to Probies exhibiting strange behavior. His mind flashed back to all the people he had trained a while working at NCIS. DiNozzo renumbered how long it took him and Kate to break in Tim, and there were still times Tony didn't understand all the of the technobabble McGee still spilled out. He still smiled at the memories of Ziva and how she misused and murdered the English language. Tony and Tim had decided to call what she said 'Ziva-isms'. Her inability to translate figures of speech was usually hysterical. Like the time when Ziva said - I've learned from Gibbs that in certain cases you can attract far more bees with honey. Tony corrected her, its Flies not bees. Ziva said - What do flies have to do with honey? Tony replied - Flies don't like vinegar. A confused Ziva answered, - Vinegar? In many cases Tony just tossed up his hands and gave up by telling her, It's complicated. The best thing about Ms. Ellie Bishop was that she didn't remind Tony of either of the women who used to sit at that desk. More to the point, that was a wonderful thing considering Tony was still carrying a torch for Ziva.

On this particular autumn day, the team was wrapping up their current case. The reports were now being neatly filed. All that was left to do was to get the green light from Gibbs that all was finished and they could go home.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Gibbs walked up shaking his head and bellowed out, "DiNozzo, McGee, grab your gear we have five dead sailors at the Naval Academy."

Tim asked, "Five midshipmen? Wow!"

Bishop broke in before Tim could finish, "Is this going be an all-nighter?"

Gibbs gave Bishop his signature glare and quickly continued with his original train of thought. "DiNozzo go and gas up the car. McGee call Ducky and Palmer back in. We're off to Annapolis. Tony watched his Boss turn to the newest Probie. "And Bishop I'd rather you stay here and start processing the crime scene information as I send it to you. Also look up these six people. I need as much background information on each of them as possible."

"I can do a field job." The newest probationary NCIS special agent replied. "Gibbs? Why don't you want me to come? Is there something about this crime scene you don't think I can handle? As an NSA analyst, I saw about everything from gang wars to drug kingpins murderous…"

Gibbs held up his index finger for Bishop to stop talking, his face was cold and stoic as he glowered at Bishop, tossing the keys to Tony.

"Gibbs there won't be much too process until the interviews and photos are taken, so please take me along."

"I don't need a probie, this case has the highest clearance, and I hear it's extremely gruesome." Gibbs shot back.

"What happened at the Naval Academy? Gibbs, just think about of all the hazing you'll miss afflicting on me." Bishop implored.

McGee and DiNozzo winced. They knew better than to bombard Gibbs when he already didn't look happy. But Bishop was just a Probie and Tony hadn't yet to fill her in on all the rules, or what number they were or how to avoid the legendary Gibbs glare.

"Bishop, it's our job to find out what happened, that's why we're going, and there is no hazing it's all part of learning the job." Then chuckling to himself in frustration, he smiled, stared at his new Probie saying, "Fine if you're so determined to come along, without breaking his gaze quietly stated, "Don't question my orders again unless you have a damn good reason."

Bishop swallowed, "Thanks, I'm still new but…" then Tony quickly whisked her towards the elevator stopping her for saying anything more before she said something that would make the Boss regret his decision to let her come along.

Then she broke stride and doubled back to her desk remembering she'd needed her NCIS jacket and creds.

"Yep, it's going to be another long night," Tony whispered to Tim as the three men waited for Bishop to get back into the elevator.

At The Naval Academy, Annapolis Maryland

Several spotlights shined on the field breaking the cool darkness of the night. By the time DiNozzo, Gibbs, McGee, and Bishop pulled their car up to the crime scene. They all had missed dinner, and Tony smiled remembering the stash of energy bars he had in his backpack. The team would all thank him later when he passed them out. They parked their car and crossed the yellow tape that the MP's already had put up.

"This looks more like a war zone than the scene of multiple homicides," Gibbs remarked, then took a deep breath as he looked at Tim starting to take photos. There were trees ripped right out of the ground, a small burnt outbuilding with the windows blown out. A telephone pole had also fallen on a car which must have caught on fire. Generally looked like a combination of a lightning bolt, strike, and a small twister had both landed on the practice field. Worst of all were the bodies of four midshipmen plus one of their commanding officers, all decapitated. The strangest thing of all was only two of the bodies showed significant blood loss. The other three seemed as if the beheading had cauterized their wounds. There was one more unsettling fact - all the heads were missing.

Bishop and DiNozzo began bagging evidence as soon as McGee photographed it. Gibbs noticed that a large crowd had gathered outside the yellow tape, so he sent Bishop to interview, cadets, and staff who had observed the so-called lightning storm. Some people thought it was possibly a small tornado, but nothing had appeared on the local weather radar. Then he noticed one familiar face in the crowd. It was of a woman he hadn't seen for a long time. She was tall, very sexy and had beautiful long red hair. Gibbs quickly walked up to the woman, took her hand and guided her away from the others.

"Rebecca you still look the same as last time I saw you, fifteen years ago!"

"Its good to see you, Jethro." The lovely red-head sadly replied.

"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since we had that adventure in Scotland back in 1999." Gibbs whispered with a surprised expression on his face.

Rebecca smiled, "Jethro, I did tell you that I was Immortal that means I don't age."

"Yes. Gibbs smiled down at his old friend but then got serious. "Do you have any idea what happened here? Talk to me Rebecca, who would do such a thing and what do think would cause such a mess? And why is their blood on your dress?" Gibbs asked.

"What you're looking at is the results of a Quickening." Rebecca softly replied.