The forest was silent; the trees were barely whispering to each other, all was still, not a bird in the sky, or a bee near a bud.
The silence was then broken, torn as though paper, by crashing and howling. A honey coloured doe burst from the shadows, landing lightly and cantering off springing high and making little noise and leaving little trail.
The sound came not from her but from the pack of baying hounds fighting to reach her first, snarling and snapping they bayed and they barked, howling and whining the barged and bumped and forced and shoved, they too burst from the shadows, bringing most of the vegetation, twigs and leaves sailing sky high, the hounds were cut and bleeding from the prickly bushes they had taken shortcuts through, others had bite marks for getting too far ahead of the rest.
The dark well muscled beasts ran along the trail, all one dark brown mass. Their muscles ripples as the strain for the delicate legs of the doe, their teeth flashed as they lunched for her b
NCIS Fanfic Chapter 8The next few days I took a leaf out of Gibbs' book and stayed awake, solely powered by caffeine, I differentiated by having the odd Caf-Pow but the shop would only sell so many to one person. The reason I wasn't sleeping was because I was trying to find Scara before Gibbs' trip to the Whitehouse next week. I had told Gibbs but he still thought it best to go, after all he had been specially chosen and if he didn't go, Scara regained the element of surprise and may start to kill at random. Rose and I had witnessed the latter, it was....unpleasant to say the least.
I woke up on the third morning, my face plastered to my keyboard and my computer beeping rapidly in protest, I sat bolt upright, feeling the keys peel off my skin, and the small hairs yanked from their pores, I rubbed my cheek and could feel the dents left by the gaps. "Great" I thought. I moved my jaw from side to side, to get rid of the stiffness, and flattened my hair whilst looking around, the office area was devoid of life
NCIS Fanfic Chapter 7The next day, it was my turn to get lunch. I got out of the lifts and began the daily walk to my desk, handing out the food to my co-workers, a high salt, high fat, oozing processed something for DiNozzo, a nice light wrap for Ziva, with her favourite filling, a grilled burger for McGee. Gibbs said he didn't need anything as he was going out for lunch, coincidently I happened to know (happened as in I looked through her stuff while she got coffee) she was going for lunch too, but I didn't know who. I placed my own wrap on the table, and took of my side-arm and placed it in my draw- normal procedure, I locked it up and logged into my computer and began my search, for my old 'acquaintance.'
Scara was a very difficult person to find, she had no electronic equipment- she used older methods of torture- she used no credit cards only cash, and she illegally entered countries, leaving no trace, in fact not much she did was within the law, but on paper she did not exist. It was very
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