Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own any of the original characters, stories, concepts etc of NCIS or otherwise, they belong to their respective owners. A/N: Hey, this is all totally brand spanking new to me I thought I'd give writing a fanfic a go and this is my first ever attempt. Please R&R :)
Thoughts are in italics and dreams and flashbacks are underlined. Hope this helps avoid confusion.
"Wow, I thought I'd die before I ever heard…" the sound of a gunshot rattled through his head, as Kate's blood splattered onto his face, leaving the distinct metallic taste of blood on his lips.
Tony woke with a start, the image of Kate's dead body lying on the ground next to him flashed into his mind. He was clammy and was breathing rapidly; a trickle of sweat ran down his forehead and into his eye as he looked around the dimly lit bullpen. Ziva was slouched over her desk snoring quietly, McGee was leaning back in his chair, feet up on his desk with a file hanging precariously on his knee, Gibbs was nowhere in sight but there was a half full coffee cup on his desk so Tony figured he couldn't be far.
The team had been working non-stop the last few days and everyone was beat. They had cracked the case they had been working so tirelessly on earlier in the evening and they had all elected to stay behind to try and finish up on the paper work before calling it a night but fatigue had obviously gotten the better of them, as was evident now as Tony again glanced round at his colleagues.
Tony was still a little shaken from his dream, it had seemed so real, like being back on the rooftop, on that day, the day that Kate had…well he tried not to think about it. Kate had been a big part of his life for two years; his partner, his friend, she was like a sister to him, and she had been stolen from them, he missed her everyday but it had been months since he'd been woken by those images. Months since he had woken up in a cold sweat, trying desperately to rid the pictures from his mind. He looked again at Ziva and McGee and knew that he wouldn't be able to handle loosing either of them, he knew he teased Probie, sometimes to the limit, although McGeek was easy bait and set himself up from some pretty harsh beatings, however he also knew if anything were to happen to him he would be gutted; and Ziva, well Ziva was Ziva and even though he knew that the crazy ninja chick could more than take of herself he still shuddered when he imagined what could happen to her. He glanced at his watch, 0330. Well there was no point in doing anything else now other than go back to sleep and get some shuteye, he folded his arms onto his desk and lay his head down on them. He doubted for a second if he would actually sleep again after the dream but before he knew it he was struggling to keep his eyes open, he surrendered to sleep when his eyelids became too heavy to keep open.
Tony jerked awake for the second time in as many hours. He quickly wiped the saliva from his cheek and ran his hands through his hair. As his eyes focused he noticed Ziva and McGee had also been abruptly and grudgingly woken by the ringing of Gibbs's phone.
Gibbs picked up his phone and squinted at the caller ID which showed a withheld number, he glanced quickly at his watch before answering.
"Gibbs" he answered without a trace of tiredness evident in his voice.
He listened to the speaker on the other end of the phone his face remaining void of any emotion, although the longer the unknown dialer spoke a flash of annoyance and perhaps some disbelief crept into his eyes but still he listened closely and hoped for DiNozzo's sake that this wasn't some crank call. Then the person, as far as he could tell male, admitted to murdering and burying the body of a petty officer in a training ground in Quantico military base. The man tried desperately to explain to Gibbs that it had been years ago and that to this day he was haunted by the image of the dead mans eyes staring blindly back at him, he seemed vague on details as if it had indeed been a long time ago. He pleaded with Gibbs to find the body and give the petty officer a proper burial so that he could at last be respectfully laid to rest. Gibbs glanced round at his team who were all on the edge of their seats waiting patiently for the phone call to end, he felt a momentary flash of pride as he knew no matter how tired his team were they would always be willing to take on a new case, even now as they sat sleepy eyed and hair tousled they were waiting for his word to go. Just as Gibbs was trying to decide if somebody somehow had indeed managed to place a prank phone call to his cell or whether this guy was for real the voice on the other end of the line shakily said goodbye and then there was the resounding noise of a gunshot followed by ringing silence.
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