Hello everyone :-) This is my new fanfiction and I hope you enjoy reading it. As first chapter, this isn't as good as the following ones are going to be ;-) - I do NOT own NCIS or its characters.

The morning sun came up, turning the color of the heaven bluer and bluer. It was a lovely Tuesday morning in the middle of May. No clouds, no rain. Just the sun. It would be a good day to go to the beach or maybe make a little shopping tour. But for special agent Gibbs, this was not how he would spend his day. Sitting in a bullpen with his colleagues Tony, McGee and Ziva. They didn't have a case to work on at the moment, so they were all stuck with paper work. No one really minded not having a case at the moment, since they ended there last one the day before. Now everyone could write their report. And they had a lot to write, due to the fact that they had been working on the last case for barely three weeks. It was a serial killer and while they were trying to catch him or at least trying to figure out who the murderer was, he had killed three more people, having a total of seven. And now the team had to write about each and every single death because the murderer didn't mean to kill them all the same way. Instead, he had kill them all differently. That was what took them so long anyway. At first they just got the four bodies, one body per day. It was after about five days until they realized that each of the bodies had a similarity - they looked the same. Blond, Blue eyed, tall, female, all in their mid twenties and all worked for the navy. Trying to find their murderer, they got three more. It was just about to change from seven bodies to eight, but the team arrived right on time and could get the guy before it was too late. Now writing a report about those seven victims was a long process, but that came along with the job. But it was so distracting - the entire floor was crowded, and the window showed the beautiful day. Everyone who could think was now wanting to go home and enjoy the day, but there was only one way to get that - finish their report. They started writing when it was eight in the morning, which was about two hours ago.

Even though it was all crowded, in the Gibbs bullpen everyone was silent until Tony broke it, "I think I'm getting cramps in my hands."

"Just type faster and you will be done writing earlier", Ziva offered, gaining an annoyed look from Tony.

"Or I stop writing forever", he continued complaining.

"Or you stop complaining", Gibbs offered.

McGee nodded, "He's right, if you don't think about your pain, you won't feel it anymore."

"Shut up, McGee."

"Just saying."

"Just saying", Tony imitated his colleague.

Gibbs' phone rung, interrupting their argument.

Tony looked at McGee and low-voiced said, "Look outside McGee, it's such a beautiful weather. I would like to get this done now, so how about you just shut up and let me finish this. Because I would love to end this freaking report and get a new case to go outside!"

"Your wish was fulfilled", Gibbs said while getting up and making his weapon ready, "We got a new case."

All of the sudden everyone seemed relieved to not need to write anymore. Writing straight for two hours was a lot, and having something else to do as some kind of break was feeling right. Tony imagined that their new case would be somewhere by the beach so they could somehow combine their job with the good weather. But how lucky would he need to be for that! Still, for Tony everything would now be good and he was almost a hundred percent sure that the others felt the same way. So now it was crime time.

On the drive to the crime scene, Tony got curious, "What is our new case, boss?"

"A petty officer was stabbed to death after being held hostage in an old left factory building in Baltimore."

"A he or a she?" Tony asked, hoping it wasn't another women. After that serial killer who had killed seven women he surprisingly didn't mean to have the next case including a dead woman as well.

Gibbs hesitated for a second, knowing why Tony was asking, "A she."

Hearing that made everyone moan. It wasn't fair at all to be annoyed by the victim's gender. But it was just too many female bodies in the last couple days. Tony, who had said that he wanted a new case, decided not to have that wish anymore.

"As long as she isn't blond..."

Ziva laughed for a second, "Wow, I think Tony just got tired of women."

"Dead women, Ziva, yes. I like seeing women alive. Not dead ones."

And that wasn't because of their last case at all. A lot, yes. But there was another reason. A reason why he preferred cases with dead men instead of cases with dead women. That reason had a name. Caitlin Todd. Sitting in that car filled with his colleagues, he tried not to think of his deceased colleague and friend. It wasn't as if he would start crying everytime he thought of her. But still it hurt thinking about that dark day. But then again, what would this dead women have in common with Kate? Like Gibbs said, that petty officer was stabbed to death while Kate was shot to death. And then again, the two of them did have something in common - both were being held hostage by their murderer. They both had the chance to kill them. But both couldn't for some reason. So maybe this woman had feelings for her murderer? Or maybe she couldn't move so she didn't have a chance to end his life before he could end hers. Maybe her murderer had given her something that made her unable to move. But that was something they could first find out when they had actually arrived at the crime scene. Now comparing the murder of that strange woman with the one of someone who had been close to him was kind of stupid. But even though they didn't die in the same way, they still had things in common, just like all the other murders that had every happen. There was something that connected all murder victims. And thinking of that fact made Tony feel less stupid. Actually, it wasn't stupidity he felt, more hate on himself for still not being all over Kate's death. It had been over seven years, but it still didn't let him go. There were still things he wanted to tell, he had to tell her. But it was too late. If he could go back in time, he would change everything and safe her this time. But how would that be possible? It wasn't, exactly his point. There were nights he couldn't fall asleep, or where he would wake up in the middle of the night, or ones where he would wake up way too early. Those sleepless nights had a reason. And of course that reason was Kate. There was a thought in his head that couldn't let him go, and it would never let him go. A thought that kept all the things Tony still wanted to tell her. A thought which said that he was an idiot for not protecting her. It hadn't been his job to protect her, no, actually it had been her job to protect Gibbs, which she did. And he was mad at himself that he hadn't told her to stay in the NCIS building so that he could have protected Gibbs instead. Then Kate would now sit in that car, maybe having he same thoughts over Tony.

Tony was glad when the car finally stopped, meaning that he could work, thinking about something else than Kate.

The federal agents got out of the car and Gibbs told Ziva and McGee to look outside the factory building for evidence, before he sent Tony inside the building to take pictures of the body and the crime scene. Gibbs himself stayed at the car and waited for Ducky who, again, was late. But he didn't mind since that gave him time talking to the couple that found the petty officer.

The couple was in their thirties. They were visiting the woman's sister, when the couple noticed the beautiful weather, they said they would take a little walk outside. And it was then, when they got lost. They just went straight in one direction in the hope of finding a city or at least people who could tell them where to go. When they saw the factory building they assumed someone was working in there, but all they found was a dead petty officer.

Tony walked into the big factory building to take the photos. No one was in it, except for him and the petty officer who was killed. Every step Tony took resounded in the building because it was so high and almost empty. He took a look around - lots of boxes, no windows, just one big door which was the only light source. Tony took a look at the wooden boxes. Whatever had been in there, no one worked here anymore. So what was in the boxes? Whatever it was, Tony decided to take a closer look on the boxes later. First of all he wanted to take the photos. Even though he would take care of the boxes later, he thought about them. Could the building be a hideout for the murderer? Was he a drug dealer and she found out and wanted to expose him? Tony could already see the lifeless body sitting on a chair in the middle of the building. When he decided that he would take a closer look at the boxes later, he went over to the chair and took a look on the body. Her hands and legs were chained to the chair, her head lay on her chest. She wore her uniform, so she had either just arrived on land or was just about to go on a ship again. The hair of the woman was dark blond and shoulder long, maybe even a little longer. It was hard to tell because her hair was covering her face and her body wasn't straight, of course. Tony took a closer look, there was blood running down her body, and there were a few bloodstains on the ground. Taking a closer look on the blood he figured that she must have been dead for a few days. Whoever killed her hadn't been any kind. She was probably here for a few days before she was killed. Tony took out his camera to take some photos of the petty officer before putting on his gloves and looking for an identity. When he found her wallet he looked in it and the first thing he saw was a picture of her and another girl with long, bright blond hair, green eyes, and a beautiful smile. The petty officer, he now noticed, had brown eyes. The two girls were probably friends or even best friends since they didn't even look a little bit alike.

"Petty Officer Jenna Parker", he read out loud.

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from behind the boxes. Tony let the wallet fall, grabbed his gun, and pointed it into the direction from where they noise came from. He waited, but no one came. Maybe just a mouse? It definitely wasn't Gibbs or any other co-worker of his, because they would have said something already. Tony slowly walked over to the boxes, where the light was worse than in the middle, where petty officer Jenna Parker was.

"NCIS, get out", he shouted, still walking over the boxes. He had almost reached the corner behind which whoever came in there was, when suddenly a person dressed all black, with the face covered, stood in front of him, with a gun as well. Tony was just about to shoot or scream for Gibbs, when the he heard a loud shot. The covered person had shot him. Tony fell on his back. He could feel his side aching. And the room got darker. And darker.

Okay, that was the first chapter! A little mess it is, and you're porbably wondering where Kate is... all in its proper time...