This is my first ever story for NCIS, though I haven't watched many of the newer episodes of the show (I haven't even got up to the point where Ziva leaves..but I have watched the Ep. Where DiNozzo gets a daughter... I really need to watch them all. I have got an OC in this story called Heidi Walters, so I claim her. But everyone else that is in this story will be primarily in NCIS.(Apart from like the Naval officers and people like that)
I do hope you enjoy it, and please do read and review and tell me what you think. I'm very anxious to see how I did in this new area of fanfiction.
It was a night like any other in Washington DC. Although the humid air set the future of an oncoming storm. A storm, that according to the weather reports, would last a couple of hours. Most of the lights in the surrounding houses were turned off, as it was late night. Yet, DiNozzo's house was lit up with a warm orange and a small flickering candle on the window sill.
The brown, perfect haired, man was sat on the sofa. His eyes flickering through a thick case file of old. Many old case files, that were either closed or solved, helped him on nights. The nature of his job as an NCIS special agent has caused recurring nightmares that would come every now and then. Unfortunately tonight was one of those nights that the nightmare would come and cause him to hide away from sleep.
His ice-like blue eyes were blinking tiredly as he read about suspects in the case file. He had tried to stay awake, just so he wouldn't fall asleep on a middle of a sentence, or for that matter, fall asleep on his sofa. He knew if he did so, he would wake up with an ache in his neck. Though his head and eyes jolted awake and alert when a knock came at the door. A knock that was very rushed and kept repeating till DiNozzo opened his door. He only opened it so that his head could peer outside.
A young women stood at the door. Her brown eyes worriedly looking up at him. She wore a darkened outfit, nearly dark enough to not be seen in the dark. Her hair tied back in a neat bun, with a few hair grips holding any stray hair backs.
"Hello?" DiNozzo looked confused, it was an hour passed midnight. Even DiNozzo wouldn't knock on anothers door at this time. Well, unless it was Timothy, or important.
"You need to help me." She whispered, her voice rushed to the point that Tony only just made out what she said. He eyes gazed passed her head as he looked around the street. He was sure that there was nothing out there, but then again, her outfit was perfect enough to blend into the darkness. Who is to say that someone else wouldn't blend perfectly in.
"Help you?" Even though he questioned her, he opened his door wider. Yet still stayed within the door frame. Before she was able to answer the question, she leaned forward. Her hand gripping her side as she let out a pained gasp and fell down to her knees. DiNozzo knew that he could of made a joke but decided against it. It was not the time or the place to be making comments. Without hesitation, he helped the woman back to her feet and brought her into the living room. Once he set her on his sofa, he walked back to the doorway, making sure the front door was locked and bolted. He didn't trust the night at that moment.
"Are you okay?" He walked back in, frowning slightly. Why would someone come to him for help? It was strange, he tried to make friends with those that didn't live close by. He also knew that she wasn't one that he had flirted with, he sometimes remembers them people.
After a few calming breaths, she nodded her head. "I'm fine, I think.. Sorry." A weak smiled peaked on her face, still her hands were wrapped around her side.
"Fine? You don't look fine.." He sighed, staying stood in the doorway. That's when he noticed the slight turn of red on her finger tips. "Let me see.."
"See? There's nothing to see.. "
Tony forced a laugh and took a small step closer to the unknown female. "You're bleeding. On your left side. The black clothes may not show red up that well, but finger tips sure do. Let me look." The brown haired woman just sighed and took her finger tips away from her side, staring down at them. She cleared her throat.
"My name is Heidi.." She mumbled.
"DiNozzo.. Tony DiNozzo." He answered quickly, "Can I look now? You could be seriously injured. " Heidi didn't answer but lifted her shirt up slightly, only enough to show the graze on her skin. Well, a bullet graze. DiNozzo came closer, before leaving the room. He filled up a small bowl with water to bring back to the living room, also taking a first aid kit and a cloth. "You know, not many come knocking on my door then fall for me straight away." He chuckled as he sat down next to her, cleaning the wound. She made a small sound of pain as he dabbed the wet cloth around the scar.
"Its not something that I would usually do." She laughed quietly, "Thank you... You don't even know me and you are helping."
"Well, I don't leave a damsel in distress." He winked plafully, putting a dressing on the wound. "You should go to the doctors with it though, I'm not a qualified one myself.. How, if you don't mind me asking, how did this happen?" Then a silence came over them as Heidi thought to herself. She needed to know what words to say, and what not to say.
"Erm.. I refused to do something for someone." She said in simple terms, not needing to get much information out. "I'm sure it will be fine, its not the worse thing that's ever happened to me." Heidi tried to joke, putting her shirt back down. He smiled faintly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Yes, that may be the case, but if it gets infected I don't want to be the one held responsible." He spoke, "Come, I'll take you? That way you won't have to go alone." He promised, holding his hand out. With a sigh, she stood up, yet didn't take his hand. Before DiNozzo opened the door, his work mobile rang. Immediately, he answered. Usually if his phone rang this late in the night, there was something important at work. After a few seconds on speaking, he knew that he had to go straight to work, even with the argument that he made about having to take a friend to the hospital. Gibbs had just told him that Ducky could help if needed.
"Looks like a change of plans." He laughed awkwardly at the girl. "We have a doctor at my work, he'll be able to help you. "
"You work at the Naval yard.." She mumbled as Tony looked shocked. How would she know? Unless he had met her before. "I can't go there.." Heidi pleaded, shaking her head.
"Why not? Its the safest place I know. Plus, Ducky is a great doctor. Even if his patients don't usually talk back to him."
Her eyes glanced downwards, "I have some bad memories of the Naval yard.." He answered quietly, DiNozzo laughed slightly. Even though she wasn't looking at him at the time but was sure that she had felt that he was rolling his eyes at her. As his hand opened the front door, he thought.
"You could stay here? I mean, don't steal anything, but you could. I will be back as soon as possible.." Or send someone who would be able to keep an eye on her. Maybe Palmer. She simply nodded, sitting back down on his sofa. She wasn't planning on moving anywhere. Heidi could feel the pain warming up in her side, she would much rather stay inside.. away from others. Tony nodded to her as he left, locking the door behind him. He was sure he could trust Palmer in taking his keys off him later.
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A few hours had passed, Heidi had fallen asleep on the sofa. Her head rested on the many pillows that Tony used for his sofa set. She had a white blanket wrapped around her frame, yet where her wound was, the blanket had turned a rose shade of blood. Her face had paled over time, but she was way too far in her dream state to realise.
Palmer sang to himself as he parked his car just outside of DiNozzo's house, swinging the house key on his fingers. Tony had described to him, in detail at that, what he was to do on this special assignment. Just look after her, make sure she's alright and keep her company. Also, he was not to touch his DVD collection. Palmer knew that would be easy. He got to the front door and tried to open the door as quietly as possible, he was aware that this stranger girl may of been asleep. As he entered the living room, his gaze set on the sleeping figure. Well, at least he didn't scare her. He walked closer, only then hearing the faint mumbles and whimpers of the girl. Palmer's eyes gazed down at the turning of colour on the blanket, frowning. DiNozzo had forgotten to mention the wound that she had.
"Heidi?" He whispered, with no answer to her name. Well, that was one way to get her attention. He lightly touched her shoulder, trying to wake her. Again, nothing but a small whimper. Palmer frowned, he wasn't used to breathing injured people. Like Ducky, he was used to the dead. He carefully knelt down next to her, removing the blanket and raising her shirt up ever so slightly. He could see the dressing on her side, frowning when it was no longer white in colour but a dark crimson red.
"Who..?" Heidi whispered as her eyes blinked open but then shut tight once more. Palmer jumped at the sudden voice, he was sure she was asleep.
"I.. er.. I'm a doctor.. Your friend, er, Tony sent me to take care of you." All he got in response was a smile. Palmer was now sure she had gone back to sleep. He took a shaky breath as he undressed the wound, having a medical look at it. From what he saw, he frowned and took out his mobile, dialing Ducky's number.
"Hi. Yes, sorry Ducky. I know its late.. Yeah, I know but there is no body yet, just photos." He spoke down the phone as Ducky's voice was faint. It sounded more as though he was talking to a rabbling mad man. "No, I'm at Tony's. He has a friend over. No.. She's got a bullet wound. "
Heidi opened her eyes once more, seeing the new man talk on his mobile. She was too weak to care about him, he had said that Tony has sent him. She caught his last words of 'I'll bring her to you'.
"Go where?" She asked shakily. Palmer smiled faintly.
"I know a guy that can fix that wound better than I.." He whispered, holding his hand out for her. She, like with Tony, refused his hand. She sat herself up straight before getting onto her feet. The pain seeping through as quick as the bullet wound was caused. A hiss like sound coming out from her mouth as she fell forward, PAlmer just about catching her. "I'll help you." Instead of just shaking him off, like she would usually do with those who offered help, she kept close to him. Heidi knew when she was beaten, and right now, that was it. Palmer helped her to his car, texting Tony that he was bringing her to NCIS.
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"Why didn't you tell me?" Gibbs asked Tony as they sat just outside of Ducky's morgue. Tony just shrugged, he had told Gibbs about his friend but just not about the bullet wound.
"I didn't think it mattered. I could of taken her to the hospital, and she would of been fine. I only met her tonight." Tony spoke, "Yet I'm worried about her? I only know her name.." Gibbs snickered.
"It always matters."
"Usually my patients don't talk or make pained noises." Ducky laughed as he took care of the wound, well, examined it.
"I would be shocked if they did." Heidi replied, looking around the room to keep her mind preoccupied. "I never thought I would be laid in a morgue with a doctor." She admitted with a smile.
"At least your fate isn't the same as those in the freezer." He spoke, "My dear girl, why didn't you go to the hospital?" He asked, only curious to why she had turned up at Tony's house.
"I'm not from around this area, not really this country either. " She admitted, "Though with your accent, Ducky, you aren't from here either?" Ducky nodded.
"Quite observant, no, I'm from Scotland descent." He admitted, "Though I did spend sometime in Britain, which my dear girl, I believe your accent comes from?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for an answer.
"My mother was from Britain, my father is from New York. I lived with my mother, not really seeing my father." She explained, just talking to get her mind off the pain. Ducky nodded his head as he listened closely, he wasn't one to not listen to his 'alive' patients. Well, he talked to all his patients.
"How is she?" Tony walked in, leaving Gibbs outside. Heidi looked back over at him, a small shaky smile on her face.
"Ah, Tony. You see, Heidi, Tony's family is from Long Island. New York." He smiled, standing up to grab some equipment.
"Are you from New York?" Tony asked, a bit confused to why that information about him has been shared to Heidi, unless she was from the same state, or she had asked the question about him. Heidi made a face.
"Well, half.. my father is from there. My mother is from the United Kingdom." She told him, her eyes not leaving Tony's. Before any other person in the room could speak, Gibbs had walked into the room. His eyes stared at the girl for a few seconds before coming closer.
"Ducky?" He questioned, not needing any other words for Ducky to understand what question he was asking.
"She has a bullet in the wound. It wasn't just a graze like Tony had initially thought. But it's not lethal, it can't kill her. I can get the bullet out..then maybe we can see who was the shooter? Just to give Heidi here some closure?" He told Gibbs, who simply nodded in return.
"What are we waiting for then?" He asked, giving the 'Gibbs' stare towards Ducky. The doctor nodded, though before he started any he did give the girl a pain killer. He didn't want to be the cause of more pain for her. Being shot was bad enough.
After a few minutes, well, thirty altogether, Ducky had removed and stitched the wound up. He dropped the bullet in an evidence and sent it upstairs with Palmer.
"Tony, it be best to take her to the conference room, I'm sure she could lay on the sofa in there?" Gibbs spoke as he left the room. DiNozzo nodded.
"Yes boss, right away boss." Tony smiled, and took his time to help her to her feet. Even with the pain medication still in her body, he didn't want to cause any pain. "Thanks Ducky.." He whispered, Ducky smiled.
"It's my job, dear boy. Take care of her."
I hoep this is okay? I feel so nervous about doing stories in a new genre/tv show.. read and review!
