Author's Note: (If you haven't seen the episode 'Cover Story', I advice you to watch it first.) Well, this story would make more sense if you did. Anyways, I just hope you enjoy this fic. This is my first try in putting Tim in danger so…*shrugs*
Oh, and I'm not really into research. I don't like them, to be honest. Unless I really want to know about something… Well, anyways, this story would contain fictional places, events, whatsoever, because the writer at your service is lazy. VERY lazy. At the end of each chapter, though, I'll tell you what these fic things are (so I wouldn't get in trouble)..
Disclaimer: NCIS and its characters does not belong to me. It belongs to its producers. All I own is the story's plot and an OC. Or OCs, maybe.
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A pair of feet ran nonstop towards the silent forest. Despite the heavy rain and the muddy trail, the man still raced. He could hear his breath running out. His thighs and knees had been cramping, but he knew he had to go on. The prison's alarm was blaring throughout. If he stopped, they might catch him. They'd bring him back to that horrible place.
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"Find him!" Commander Jared Lake yelled to his men breathlessly, pausing for a bit before heading towards the woods.
It was just a few minutes ago when they were notified of a missing prisoner. Of course, in an administrative prison, it was rare that a detainee would go far from their room. Therefore, they only searched inside the building. But when they heard a loud gunshot rang outside the prison, they knew that someone did escape.
It was dark inside the forest. Commander Lake was not confident that they would find the escapee easily. As the searchers ran farther in, their flashlights in hand, the hope that they had in catching the prisoner grew thinner and thinner. The vast trees made their visual impossible. Still, they knew that they should not give up. If they did, a particular NCIS agent, Commander Lake knew, would not be pleased.
"Did any of you get him yet?" Jared inquired angrily, shouting amid the noisy raindrops.
"No, sir!" Someone yelled back. "Sir, it's impossible to find him with this condition."
Jared gritted his teeth, his face burning with rage. "I didn't ask your opinion, Meyer! What I'm asking all of you IS TO FIND HIM!"
Inside, Jared was anxious. The prisoner that they were looking for had been identified as mentally ill. He killed two people, attempted to kill another, just because he thought that the book he have read was real. He was placed in a medium security prison at first, but his insistence about his belief transferred him to their facility. He never did change.
That was what terrified Officer Jared Lake the most. That the escapee might be out for vengeance.
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The man continued to run. He couldn't stop now; he have just heard their voices. The commander had been barking at the other officers to find him, so he was determined not to stop. He pictured in his mind if ever they caught him. He would be locked up inside that horrible room again. They all thought he was crazy. In his heart, he knew he was not. It might be insanity to them, seeing how he protected someone from being murdered. To him, it was plain valiance.
As he sprinted, he tripped over something, causing him to fall towards the muddy forest floor. Quickly, he tried to get up but found it impossible since a body had his right foot pegged on the ground. He didn't know if it was an animal's or a man's. He continued to stare at it, trying to recognize what it is.
"Landon," a voice silently called. There was a sense of urgency in her tone. "There's no time! They'll find you."
Landon swiveled his head in different directions, searching for the speaker's face. "Who--who are you?" he asked.
A silhouette of woman stepped out from one of the bigger trees in front of him. "Not now," she said. "Come on!"
Landon tried to stand up but could not. Again, he tried. He searched for a leg or a foot to hold on to, using his hands to feel. He found an arm. It was cold and wet, and this fact sent shivers down Landon's spine. Whoever it was, he or she is dead. "There's a…there's a body here," he mentioned, his voice quivering with terror.
"Did you find him yet?" Commander Lake growled at the distance.
"Landon!" the woman called to him.
Without waiting, Landon stood up. Holding onto the arm, he hauled the body to the side. He pulled his foot out successfully, then dashed after the woman who continued running. "Where are we going?" Landon panted.
"Out of here," she answered. "We're close to my car."
After running a mile more, both of them found her car. They got inside as quick as they could. The woman started the engine, then drove off, while Landon breathed feverishly in his seat. He turned to the driver, then recognized who she was. "Why?" he asked her. She just smiled. "Why did you help me escape?"
"Because, Landon. He lied. McGreggor lied."
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Short but sweet! Well, not really sweet…it's just short.
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