Hey there, everyone! So, I haven't written in forever and certainly not about NCIS. I love the show, I love the characters, so why not?
I don't have a beta, but I took my time reading through this so I hope it's all good.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or its characters, only plot and OCs.
Enjoy!
The sun was high in the sky, the air was calm. A woman was making her way up a staircase, whistling the familiar tune of "Back in Black". There was an earpiece lying on her shoulder and a rifle bag in her leather covered arms. Black boots made no sound on the old stairs, her steps light, and dog tags swung lightly. A deadly site if there ever was one.
She opened a door at the top of the stairs, coming onto a rooftop. She looked around, one hand straying to the hidden M9 Beretta under her jacket.
Finding no one, she hunkered down and found a covered position with clear view of wherever her target would be. She took out her M107 high powered rifle, and began assembling it to her liking. As she magazine was clicked into place and her scope attached, she put in the earpiece.
"Can you read me?" she spoke normally. She had that attractive, gentle husk in her voice. A light accent was apparent, Scottish, though it wasn't discernible.
"Loud and clear, Sergeant. Any indication that your target has arrived?" A deep voice responded, one the entire nation knew.
"No sir. Though, a fire fight is starting. He's bound to show up soon." She adjusted her scope, which doubled as a camera for those who gave her the order's she was carrying out now, to show the youngest agent, McGee, setting his tech gear up to scramble a frequency. The other three were making their way through the building.
Looking around once more she caught site of a familiar SUV near a building that was about 600 yards away from the building NCIS was in.
"Suspicious SUV, license plate number 7-2-4-Tango-Juliet-Alpha. I think this is Haswari's vehicle. Do you copy?" She focused on the SUV, seeing no one inside.
"We copy. Stand by for conformation." She kept silent as they looked up the plate. While waiting she began checking nearby rooftops for any movement. The dossier on him mentioned confidence, maybe even overconfidence. If this was true, there were five possibilities for his position.
As she was sweeping over one of those rooftops again she caught movement. Focusing on it, it was movement of rifle adjusting. She found the bastard.
"Target spotted." She spoke surely, adjusting her scope to get a better look. Adjusting her position also, she shuffled her and her rifle over to get a better angle. Once she had a perfect view of him she settled down, awaiting orders.
"The SUV is Haswari's. Do you have a clear shot?" The voice responded as she was adjusting, the time winding down.
"Yes sir," she began, though her attention wasn't on her earpiece as she continued, "No breeze, no obstacle, and 927 yards to clear." She finished lowly.
"I'm in position for a shot, sir." She spoke again, louder, awaiting the go-ahead to end this.
Her crosshairs were on his head, sharply aiming for his forehead. He was still, focused on whatever he was looking at through his own scope. It was clearly him; there would be no confusion or scapegoat this time.
"Take the shot." As soon as he finished speaking, her finger moved from its relaxed position to squeezing the trigger surely. The sound suppressed shot flew through the air and into Haswari's head. Blood painted the brick wall behind him and his head limply fell onto his rifle, screwing its position.
"Target hit," she spoke into the quiet air, "Kill confirmed. Ari Haswari is dead."
"Good job, Sergeant. Report to MTAC in NCIS in an hour." The woman grinned, and nodded despite not being in view. She packed up her rifle and stood, making her way back to the staircase.
"Thank you, Mr. President," She responded easily, the door slamming behind her and her silent footsteps making their way down this time.
A deadly woman indeed.
Whew, okay. I hope it was enjoyable! I guess this means Kate's alive, yeah? I love Kate, and while I like Ziva, I need Kate.
*Nervously wrings hands* So review?
