NCIS Fanfic Chapter 6I leaped off the stool and ran to the elevator, Ducky close behind. I punched down on the panel, and the doors slid shut. It was the lengthiest ascent to Abby's lab I had ever taken, what had been left for me? And where?
The doors opened and I strode out, determined to show no emotion, Ducky kept his distance, not wishing to intrude upon something that could give the case a new lead. Gibbs was waiting with Rose; she looked up and acknowledged me with a slight tilt of her head. The rest of the team appeared behind us.
Gibbs turned to Abby, who was by her computer, her hair in high bunches, an odd look on her face.
"What've ya got Abs?" he asked.
"Well I was going through the Petty Officer's clothes she was found in, and I thought they were unnaturally clean" began Abby.
"Like the rest of her" remarked Ducky.
"Exactly," said Abby pointing a finger, with dark purple varnish at him "But you saw the state of her wounds, there would obviously have been a lot of blood, but they have been clea
NCIS Fanfic Chapter 5I don't think any person has covered 10 miles at that speed. We had hurtled past Ducky and Palmer, even with Ducky testing the upper boundaries of the truck's speed; we were no more than flash of navy blue. I wanted out of that car. The tension was unbearable. Gibbs was playing with his coffee cup again, slowly destroying it. The polystyrene went all over the floor. I looked in the mirror to my friend, she looked very ill.
Her name was Rose Hunt, formerly of the British Secret Service like me. She and I joined at the same time; I had already worked in the forensics side if it, but was asked to become a spy. She had previously worked on the law side of the British Government but we had become firm friends very quickly. We had often been partners on missions, when asked to take out a target she was usually the one to lure them out and I would be concealed with my Sniper rifle, we were one of the most efficient partners in the Government, but refused to partner with anyone else, so when o
NCIS Fanfic Chapter 4When we stepped over the threshold I thought something was different, it may have been because I had entered from a different door and was entering in a less sneaky, but the room felt...different. I couldn't place it, apparently neither could Gibbs. He was looking about, a slightly puzzled expression on his face which was unusual; he looked at me in a quizzical way. I shrugged. He turned away.
"Talk to me Duck" he said in his usual barking manner.
"Well, time of death would be about 3-4 hours ago, which makes that between zero five hundred and zero six hundred this morning."
"Recent?" queried Gibbs
"Very much so" observed Ducky "the body is almost still warm, maybe it was found earlier than intended, but I am no field agent, although I once did serve as a-"
"Duck!" Gibbs butted in.
"Sorry" said Ducky, throwing me a smile. He bent down again and examined the woman. "McGee, you got the fingerprint scanner?"
"Yeah Ducky" replied McGee, he held out the portable scanner, Ducky lifted the fi
NCIS Fanfic Chapter 3"Grab your gear" said the fearless voice of our great leader "dead marine", these few words were so monotonous to us, yet we always reacted as if they were a code for an emergency. "Get Ducky" he finished
I made the quick phone call to Ducky, cutting across his long description of the first phone his family had,
"Ducky we have a dead marine" I interrupted
"Oh...right, I'll be there ASAP.... Mr Palmer!?" was the last thing I heard him say before hanging up.
Gibbs opened his draw and pull out his piece, he then strolled towards the lift, taking long strides, the rest of us were left scrambling to catch up with him, throwing our backpacks over our shoulders, I squeezed in just as the doors were sliding shut. Tony whispered something to Ziva, he sniggered, then lurched forward as he received a Gibbs' Slap to the back of the head.
"Thank you Boss", Gibbs looked down at me and smiled. We had a mutual understanding of each other.
"You're driving the car" he said to me.
"Why?" I asked
NCIS fanfic chapter 2The next day I came in as usual. I sat at Gibbs desk, and logged in, well my computer was broken and I needed to send some emails to people, almost instantly I felt those pale blue eyes boring into the back of my head.
"Hello Gibbs" I said without even turning "what do you want"
"I want to know why you're on my computer" I could sense him smiling, he never did mind, he trusted me and I him.
"I am checking my emails, because my computer had a....accident" I indicated the smashed up bits of plastic in a box, waiting for the bins to be taken out.
"Oh I see, it disagreed with you did it?" he asked casually
"Oh no, it disagreed with an angry murderer I was tracking, he was trying to destroy my files, luckily I was waiting for him before he moved to the others" I logged out and turned when I stood up, I banged straight into Gibbs because he had gotten so close when I wasn't facing him "Oh sorry Jethro"
"It's ok. Did you enjoy the opera last night?" he said it with an sly grin.
"Oh it was exc
NCIS Fanfic Chapter 1I got out of the lift, and walked briskly over to Gibbs' desk. Tony, Ziva and McGee were already there but Gibbs wasn't. That was annoying. I walked to McGee's desk, ignoring the feeling of Tony's eyes burning into my ass, I had been forced to wear my tight jeans today, and knew it was a mistake.
"Loving the jeans, very...flattering" he said with a wry smile. I ignored it. I approached McGee.
"Have you seen Gibbs?"
"I wonder where he is, first he tells me to bring this file, and doesn't say why and now he isn't here." I was angry and riled.
"He may be with Abby" said McGee hopefully, he smiled pleasantly at me, I smiled back and headed for Abby's lab, Tim was sweet, but not my type. God I hated wearing these jeans, every male was staring, mid-sentence, their eyes following the sway of my hips. I wanted my baggy jeans back, but I had left them at a certain someone's house.
I clicked 'down' on the elevator, the doors pinged shut. When they opened the eardrum piercing noise fr
The End of EverythingI looked about, there was nothing left, say for dust and smoke. People and children lay wide eyed and staring in the choking cloud the engulfed us.
I breathed heavily and could feel the particles clogging up my windpipe. My saviour who had protected me from the blast lay limp before me, his glazed, glassy eyes staring into nothingness. The thick smog began to clear revealing the damage, all I could see was the odd tree, stripped of its leaves, standing alone in the barren wasteland that our world had become. The people around me were coming to their senses too, dazed and confused; they made their way to their feet, eyes watering with the accumulating dust.
The buildings had been vaporised along with thousands of people. I heard some children begin to cry, tears carving deep grooves on the thick layer of ash on their faces. Some coughed violently, but what could anyone do? We were doomed to rot away, unable to help ourselves, unable to help others. Then I remembered.....remembered what