I do not own NCIS or House MD. The character's are not mine and never will be. I'm 15 years old and have 500 dollars to my name, so please don't sue me.
Chapter 1
The elevator door opened with a bing. Out came special agent Anthony Dinozzo , and special agent Timothy McGee.
"You really need to get a life McGeek," Tony mocked as they headed to the bullpen.
"Tony, just because I haven't seen every movie ever made does not prove that I need a life." McGee protested.
"That among other things..." Tony muttered just loud enough for McGee to hear.
"I think you are perfectly fine McGee," special agent Ziva David said from her desk. Her voice had an Israeli accent as it should.
"Thank you Ziva," McGee said sitting down behind his desk, and throwing his backpack down.
"Do you know what this team would be without my movie knowledge?" asked Tony smugly.
"A whole lot better off Dinozzo," said Special agent Jethro Gibbs walking into the bull pen. Tony's smug smile was immediately washed off his face.
"Grad your gear," Gibbs continued, "we got a dead marine at the base."
The team quickly scrambled to grab badges, guns, and other important items as they jogged to catch up to their boss. They reached him just as they entered the elevator.
"Boss," Tony asked bravely, "you really do enjoy my movie connections don't you?"
Gibbs placed a hard slap on the back of Tony's head. It emitted a loud thump.
"That answer your question Dinozzo?" Gibbs said sternly.
"Yes boss." said Tony rubbing the back of his head.
The elevator doors closed.
The body was surrounded by the usual crime scene tape. It was in a back alley of the base where the murderer thought it would be safe to go about his business. The scene was slightly more bloody then usual, but besides that everything looked like a common case.
"You know," said Tony taking a picture of the victim, "when people ask me what I do, I say professional photographer."
"Then why do your pictures turn out blurry Dinozzo?" Gibbs said approaching the body.
"It's just not your day is it Tony," McGee said with a chuckle.
"It won't be your's either McGee if you don't get this body identified. What have we got Ducky?" The question was asked to the NCIS Doctor, Dr. Mallard.
"Seems rather simple Jethro," Ducky was the only member of NCIS that used Gibb's first name, "This man was killed by multiple stab wounds throughout his body. He obviously put up a fight for their would be much less wounds if he did otherwise."
"Boss," said McGee, "our victim is petty officer John Steward. Served four years, he was to be honorably discharged in two months."
"Not the retirement he was expecting," said Tony, not joking but generally sorry for the man.
Ziva, who had been talking to some of the men who had found Steward's body came to talk to the team.
"Gibbs," she said, "we have a guy that claims he saw the murder."
"Let me talk to him," Gibbs said standing up. Ziva pointed to the man.
"What's your name?" Gibbs asked approaching him.
"Petty officer James Har... Harold, sir." the man said short on breath.
"You feeling okay Petty officer?" Gibbs asked raising his eyebrow.
"Ye, Yes sir, I I I've had a cold, I'll be..." the man didn't finish. He collapsed to the ground and began throwing up blood.