It was a cold day in December and 'Very Special' Agent Anthony DiNozzo, otherwise none as Tony, was late for work at NCIS. He paced the elevator that felt as if it were going slower then usual.

DING!

He was about to run out of the elevator, but to his dismay his boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Gibbs for short, was standing in his way.

"Going somewhere, Tony?" Gibbs asked, Timothy 'Tim' McGee and Ziva David standing behind him, smiling at their late teammate.

Tony gulped slightly. "Are we?"

"Dead body in an alley near here," McGee explained to Tony as the three climbed into the silver elevator. "A little late, Tony?" Ziva asked. McGee chuckled. Tony shot him a glare. "Shut it, McGiggle."

A sudden pain hit the back of Tony's head.

"That was for being late," Gibbs told him. Tony rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, Boss."

They arrived at the crime scene moments later. Gibbs went up to the police tape and showed his bag to the officer, who let him and his team through. They walked up to the blood soaked corpses of the Major, his daughter, and a large white dog.

Tony started taking pictures by Gibbs' orders. "Family walk gone wrong," he muttered as Ziva bagged and tagged. McGee was taking interviewing marine's friend that found the family.

"Does he have a wife?" he asked. The man shook his head. "No…Mrs. Tucker died two years ago…" he said. McGee nodded and wrote that down. "I know no death is good, but I'm glad to know that they won't miss each other,' the man said.

Just then Donald 'Ducky' Mallard and Jimmy Palmer drove up to collect the three bodies. Gibbs looked around. Something felt off. He then heard a shuffling in the shadows where the alley way became perpendicular with another and the one they were in ended. He took out his gun and sulked down the alley. He saw a small figure stand from the wall. Gibbs pointed his gun at the shadow. "Stop! NCIS!" he barked out. Then the figure took of down the alley. Ziva quickly followed.

The figure was fast, but Ziva was catching up quick. When they got into the light Ziva saw the shadow turn into a person. They had a black dress shirt on with black leather pants and combat boots rimmed with red. A silver chain hung from the pants and attached to their belt. Their long, blond hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail, following behind them.

Ziva pulled out her gun and took aim. Since the person wouldn't stop, she was going to make them stop. She fired, hitting their left shoulder. A loud gasp and a thud told her that she hit her target. She walked to the body and handcuffed him since he was already facedown. She pulled him up and noticed the height difference. He had to have been only 5 foot. She looked at his face that was framed by the rest of his blond hair. His jaw was clenched, big, golden eyes glaring up at her. She sighed and pulled the injured boy back to the crime scene.

"Gibbs!" she called, stopping next to him. "I got him." Gibbs stood and looked down at the boy. "This…is him?" he asked, pointing at the short, bleeding boy with disbelief. She nodded. "Do you think he's the killer?" McGee asked. The boy twitched slightly.

Gibbs then got an idea and grabbed the teen by the back of the neck. He led his other to the three bodies Ducky was examining and forced him to look. "Do you know them?" he asked.

The blonde's breathing stopped. His face turned as white as the snow surrounding them. Images of his passed felled his mind. Then everything went black for him.