Author notes: sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

Disclaimer: it is a shame i know but i do not own NCIS

The knock at the door came at 0100. They knew this because the unwelcomed sound had woken them up, and of course they checked their alarm clock.

"who in the world would be so rude as to come here at this hour?" the red headed women mumbled, into her fiancés muscular chest, which was covered by his NIS t-shirt. At that point the well tones man slumped out of his warm comforting bed, to go and let the cold air into their sanctity.

It felt like a lifetime before he managed to even locate the front door in the old George Town property. In that time he hoped that the person may have got the hint and left. When he turned the lights on to move through the house, they burned his eyes, however, now he couldn't pretend no one was in, as now the mystery guest new someone was moving through the house.

The door edging that ever bit nearer. Was it his heavy sleep induced eyes playing tricks on him as he thought he could make out the shape of a slim, mid-height person with a huge bag slung over their shoulder through the pane of glass in the ever so nearing door?

That shimmer of curiosity got the better of him as he picked up the pace, and in no time had reached the door. As he grabbed the door handle and proceeded to turn it, it did not move, of course, his fiancé always locks the doors and windows of her house. He scrambled around looking for a key, he could see the silhouette becoming more and more impatient. Still fumbling around in his jacket pocket, he finally remembered placing his keys on his soon to be wife's desk in her study. He ran, now he really wanted to find out who was causing so much trouble.

Approaching the door again this time with the key, he placed it into the old door and hastily unlocked it, now could this all make sense?

As the heavy wooden door swung open, light was shed upon the situation, or was it?

"Hello?" The perplexed man asked to the young figure standing in front of him.