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This is going to be a slight crossover with the book series 'Alex Rider' but it is not necessary for this FanFiction to have read these books.
For those who haven't read Alex Rider:
Alex Rider is a 14/15 year old school boy working for MI6. Various times he encounters the criminal organization Scorpia. Scorpia is an Itlalien 'community' and known for organized crimes. The organization (name) 'Scorpia' will reappear in this story but neither one of its members from the original book series or any other character of Alex Rider books will appear (as far as I think).
Therefore it will actually just be about NCIS (and the focus will be on Tony, I think...).
I do not own anything.
Chapter 1
It was a usual drink in the bar, together with Ziva. Unfortunately she was not drunken enough to go over with Tony. She took a Taxi home and Tony decided to walk, as his house was not far away.
He was slightly drunk but still awake enough. He pressed the button at the traffic light and waited it to turn green. He looked around. It was pretty dark. Despite that, he still noticed a person about fifty meters away who he had seen before.
The traffic lights went green and Tony crossed the street. He walked on and ten minutes later he arrived at his house. However, when he turned slightly around while trying to open his front door, he saw that he hadn't lost his shadow yet.
'If you wanna follow me, then follow me', he muttered to himself and entered his house.
His cell phone rang.
Tony woke up by the intro melody of 'Star Trek: The Motion Picture'. God, he thought as he tried to sit up. His head felt like it was going to explode. After being drunk he often had headaches but never that intensive. He felt around for his phone and grabbed it.
'McGee, I'm gonna kill you', he said quite aggressive.
'Yeah?', he answered the phone.
'Tony! We have a body down here in Norfolk.'
'It's Sunday', Tony reminded him in bad mood.
'I know. But remember the dead marine whose case we solved about a week ago?', McGee asked.
'Yeah.'
'Now it's his wife.'
'Great for him', Tony said still dealing with the horrible pain in his head.
'Everything alright?', McGee asked.
'Got a headache.'
'Ziva told me. But she's quite alright. And she told me you drank exactly the same amount.'
'Is there any amusement in your voice, probie?', Tony said nerved.
'Well-'
'Just tell me where I have to go.'
'I'll pick you up in two minutes. Ziva told me you shouldn't drive.'
'I'm okay. I am fit enough to drive, probie.'
'Gibbs also told me to pick you up', McGee added and before Tony could start to argue McGee hang up the phone.
'Probie!', Tony said angrily and stood up. He nearly fell down to his bed again but managed to hold himself on the night table just in time.
'What have we got, boss?', Tony asked when they arrived at the crime scene. Gibbs, Ziva, Ducky and Mr. Palmer were already there.
'Mrs. Collins dead in the car', Gibbs answered shortly.
Tony and McGee had a look inside the cabriolet. The dead wife of the marine who had died a week ago, sat at the driver's seat. Her head was hanging over the chair-back. Her throat was slit open and there were traces of much blood that had flowed down her chest.
'Ugh', Tony said in disgust.
'Too much whiskey yesterday?', Ziva asked him. He hadn't heard her coming. 'So that even this scared hell out of you?', she added.
McGee showed himself impressed by her using a proverb correctly.
'I'm not scared. That just doesn't look very nice', he said.
'Then let us have a look what our dear passenger had to drive through', Ducky said as he went past the three agents. 'You obviously had a quite nice death. Easy and fast. She did not defend herself', he started to examine the body.
'That means she was surprised', Gibbs said.
'No co-driver', Ziva said.
'None we know', McGee reminded her.
'Here a skid marks. There was another car. She stopped, the other person got out and killed her', Tony said still looking not well.
'What's up with you, DiNozzo?', Gibbs asked him.
'Got a headache, boss.'
Gibbs didn't say anything to that. 'Photos. Sketches and evidences', he said.
'How was the body found?', Tony asked. He didn't see any people or witnesses around.
'An anonymous email to Gibbs' computer', Ziva explained.
'He managed to open it?', Tony asked surprised.
'It opened directly and could not be traced back', McGee added.
'Not even you could locate where it came from?', Tony asked ironically.
McGee sighed.
'Time of death?', Gibbs asked while Ziva started to shoot photos.
'About two hours ago', Mr. Palmer said.
'Right, Mr. Palmer. Would you please catch the body bag?', Ducky said.
Palmer smiled and went away.
'He might take your job away one day', Gibbs said to Ducky. He just laughed.
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