Helloooooooooooooo people!
Yes, I am still alive here! I was hoping to post this story like, weeks ago, but my computer broke (again), I lost all my notes for this story (got em now though!), and I've just been busy, but it's here now!
I have the ENTIRE story planned, but just gotta do that writing thing…so once I update, hopefully I will update regularly. (Let's say once a week)
So before you read, this is just the prologue, and as you probably figured out, the title Tick Tock won! Yay for those who voted for it!
PLEASE READ BOTTOM AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Prologue
A man in camouflage pants, combat boots, and a black t-shirt walked leisurely down a long, dirty hallway. Door after door passed him, but he didn't stop to enter any of the concealed rooms behind them. He walked until he was at the very last door, a wooden one, before unlocking the plethora of bolts and locks and stepping inside.
The door closed with a bang, blocking all light from the hall, submerging the room in near darkness. The man sauntered to the center of the square-shaped room, only a few feet from the door, to a man tied in a chair.
The man in the chair looked up, a brave face permanently plastered on his young face.
"What do you want?" the tied up man asked, making his voice as fierce and strong as possible. The other man just laughed though, and leaned in uncomfortably close, his smoky breathe puffing annoyingly into the other man's eyes.
"I do not want much. Just information." He informed the man, a sarcastically humorous smile gracing his lips.
"What kind of information?" the sitting man asked, already sure he knew the answer.
The standing man unexpectedly grabbed the sitting man's shirt collar, pulling him as far out of his wooden chair as his restraints would allow. "Just tell me everything you know about NCIS, and you and the other will go free."
"Others? You mean I'm not the only one getting the royal treatment here?"
The standing man chuckled and pulled a photo out of his pants pocket, holding it out to the man, who barely had enough light to decipher the image. What he saw made his blood run cold, and he swallowed dryly before turning away from the photo, towards his captor.
"What do you want to know?"
I think you know who the man in the chair is…
Now that you have a little taste of this story, REVIEW! Or that's all you're tasting!
In your review, please tell me what ships you want! I can do Tiva, McAbby, or Gensi/Callensi (whatever G/Kensi is), so please tell me what you want, if you want any!
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