A/N: I hope you like this! It was a lot of fun to write. R &R!
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. But I do own a rubber ducky…
Chapter 1: The Invasion
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat at his desk, stroking his facial hair. He enjoyed having the new caterpillar on his lip. It was a shield against cold, which kept his upper lip warm. He was thinking about letting a beard grow out too. Anyway, it made him feel important and in control. Ziva thought it made him look sophisticated, and it did. It made him feel more intimidating when he was interrogating, too. Which, for a man like Gibbs, being intimidating was always enjoyable. He enjoyed watching the little people cower with fear. It made him wonder, Is there something they know about this surprisingly stylish mustache that I don't? He pondered this for a few moments. Nope, that is impossible. I am Leroy Jethro Gibbs. It is me they are afraid of! Not because we are NCIS. It is because of me. All me…
But little did he know, the mustache had a mind of it's own, which was slowing devouring Gibbs's own brain. The mustache was determined to take over the world, and he was using Gibbs as his host.
"Mwa ha ha ha," The mustache laughed evilly. "The invasion is almost complete. Soon I will have his whole brain and my conquest and reign of terror will begin! Mwa ha ha ha!
Gibbs was gazing into a mirror, fantasizing of what he would look like with a handlebar mustache, when Abby appeared on the webcam.
"Gibbs! Gibbs!" She was excited.
"Yeah, Abs?" He spoke grouchily, upset that she interrupted his fantasy.
"You've gotta come see this," She told him.
Gibbs got up from his comfy desk chair and walked to Abby's lab. As he was on his way, he heard Ziva and Tony, standing behind the staircase. They were talking about something, but all he heard was Ziva saying, "I know! He should shave it off. It really isn't right for him…" Gibbs stroked his precious facial hair again and walked in.
"You wouldn't happen to be criticizing my mustache would you?" He asked.
They were surprised to see him there. "We were just saying," Tony began, but Ziva kicked him in the shin. "Ow!"
"Never mind. Abby was looking for you," Ziva interrupted.
"I know." Gibbs walked back out, giving up on them. Tony sat there, staring at Ziva while he was rubbing his shin.
Abby wanted to show him her findings on their case. As soon as she was finished, Gibbs went back to his desk to admire his whiskers, without even a "Good work, Abs."
The mustache began to talk to itself again. Yes! I am so close to success that I can smell it! Just a few more minutes and I will have overrun his entire brain. Then, my plot will begin to unfold. I will be king of the world! Who will I eliminate first? Hmm…Oh, I know! That Johnny Depp idiot will be the first to suffer my wrath. He thinks he is so cool with his mustache/goatee combination. But just wait; I will kill him, and then my plan to conquer the world will commence. The thought of running around killing people for no apparent reason excited him. WEEEE!!! The mustache exclaimed. I can't wait! This is going to be fabulous!
It had been long enough, and the mustache had finally invaded Gibbs's brain. Yes! And now, I will rule the world!
Gibbs looked up from his paper work on his desk. "Who was that?" He asked. The room was empty. "DiNozzo? This isn't funny," He sat and listened, he heard the voice again, Leroy…Leroy…
"Hello? Don't call me that," Gibbs answered, annoyed.
I will call you what ever I please, Jethro.
"Where are you? Who are you?" Gibbs asked as he turned back to the papers on his desk, not showing a hint of fear.
I am inside of your noggin. I am your master.
"I don't have a master."
Yes you do.
Gibbs sighed. "No I don't."
Yes, you DO!
"Leave me alone," Gibbs was frustrated. He got up and began to leave, attempting to leave the strange voice behind.
You can't escape me. I am inside your head, and you will do as I command.
"No," Gibbs answered, determined.
Scratch your head.
Gibbs's hand uncontrollably flew to his head and began to scratch, against his own will.
Stop.
His hand, once again, uncontrollably fell to his side.
"I don't believe this!" Gibbs exclaimed.
I can make you do the hokey pokey if that will suffice.
Gibbs shook his head in disbelief. "What is this?" He asked.
I told you. I am your master. You must obey me. Okey dokey?
Gibbs said nothing.
I'll take that as a yes. Now. Let us begin. First, I would like you to kill Johnny Depp. Do you know Johnny Depp, Leroy?
"Yeah."
Well, then go kill him. I don't mind how. Just do it quickly. What ever it takes.
Gibbs was no longer under his own control, "Yes, Master," His eyes were blank, and empty, with no emotion.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the victim of his own facial hair, walked out into the busy streets of Washington, D.C, on his way to kill a celebrity, with no one in his way that could stop him.
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