"Restless"- An NCIS Fan-Fic
Summary: While Tony is still Agent Afloat on the Seahawk, Gibbs, McGee, and Ziva investigate the death of a Petty Officer, and encounter the last person to see him alive- his best friend, a Yale journalism major named Logan Cale. Sort of a NCIS/ "Dark Angel" crossover, but hopefully, an enjoyable story! Takes place between "Last Man Standing" and "Agent Afloat" (September 2008).
Characters: Tim M., Ziva D., Logan
Rating: K+ (Nothing too crazy in this story)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the NCIS characters, or Logan Cale of "Dark Angel". (Just Season 3,4, and 6 of NCIS, and Season 1 of "Dark Angel".)
Chapter 1
NCIS Special Agent Timothy McGee sat at his desk, sipping his coffee. Ziva David, a former Mossad liaison officer, and currently, Tim's partner, sat at her desk, sipping her favorite Berry Mango Madness smoothie.
"So…," Tim started to say.
"So," Ziva replied. "That was a bad thunderstorm we had last night."
"Yeah, it was," Tim agreed.
"It rained like…," Ziva paused, searching for the correct metaphor, "Like cats and dogs, yes?"
"Hey, you got one right," Special Agent-In-Charge Leroy Jethro Gibbs exclaimed as he came into the squad room. "Tony would be proud."
Tim and Ziva looked at each other. When NCIS Director Leon Vance had disbanded the team a few months back, he had assigned Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, whom everyone called Tony, as Agent Afloat on the Ronald Reagan. However, Vance had brought back McGee and Ziva, but had left Tony on the USS Seahawk. No one wanted to admit it, but they all missed the Senior Field Agent, and were looking forward to when- if- he would come home.
"Gear up," Gibbs ordered, shaking them out of their Tony- related thoughts. "We've got a dead Petty Officer in Manassas."
The team pulled up to an older-looking apartment complex, with local law enforcement parked every which way. "Who's in charge here?" Gibbs called out.
"I am," an Asian man in his mid- 30's answered as he walked toward them. "Lieutenant Aaron Karr, Manassas Police Department." He held his hand out to Agent Gibbs.
"Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, NCIS," Gibbs replied as he shook the young man's hand. "What do you got?"
"Neighbors heard gunshots go off in one of the fourth-floor apartments," Lieutenant Karr explained. "Identification in the living room confirmed that the victim was Petty Officer Second Class Simon Clemens. Which, at that point, we called you in."
"Ziva, photos," Gibbs ordered. "McGee, bag and tag."
"On it, Boss," McGee replied obediently.
"We have someone in custody," Karr added. "A young man that says he was staying with the deceased, but was out of the apartment at the time of the shooting. He says his name is Logan Cale."
"Where is he?" Gibbs asked. "Can we speak to him?"
"Certainly," Karr replied. "He's right over here, in the hallway."
Gibbs, McGee, and Ziva turned to look at the young man in custody. He appeared to be roughly over six feet tall. He had straight brown hair, spiked on top, intense green eyes, framed by silver wire-rimmed glasses, and a slight five o'clock shadow. Other than the fact that he was a little leaner, and more awkward in his movements, Cale strongly resembled someone familiar to Gibbs, and his team. Someone they were missing greatly.
"Gibbs," Ziva finally spoke up. "Is it just me, or does Logan Cale look a lot like…"
"DiNozzo," Gibbs finished, raising an eyebrow at the young doppelganger, then turned to him. "Mr. Cale?"
"Logan, please," the young man responded. "And you would be…"
"Special Agent Jethro Gibbs," the gray-haired man answered. "NCIS. This is Special Agent Timothy McGee, and Officer Ziva David. We would like to talk to you."
"I already told these guys, I wasn't home when Simon was shot," Logan said.
"We would like to know what your relationship to Petty Officer Clemens is," Ziva told him.
The young closed his eyes, as if reminiscing about the dead man. "He was my best friend. I came down from school to visit him while he was on liberty this weekend. Didn't count on this being the last time I would see him." A single tear slid down his cheek.
"Nevertheless, we would like to ask you a few questions," the young Israeli said.
"Fine," he agreed. "I'll try to help you in anyway I can." Gibbs led him to the car, as his agents finished processing the scene.