Adrift
Pairing: Some Kibbs later
Disclaimer: NCIS and all the related characters belongs to Donald P. Bellisario, no copyright infringement intended. The same goes for the song-texts.
Claimer: I own my imagination therefore the plot and various more or less important characters.
And when the worrying starts to hurt,
And the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes until you can imagine this place
You´re our secret space at will…
Snow Patrol – Shut Your Eyes
Prologue
"Momma?" the five-year-old called as soon as the scary noises quieted. He didn´t know what had happened downstairs. The heavy steps and hushed voices of unknown people just scared him enough to make him hide in the attic where a few remaining packing cases waited to be unpacked. "Dad?"
When nobody answered him, the fair-haired boy went out of his hiding place and peeked down the stairs. It was quiet downstairs and carefully he walked down the stairs.
"Momma?" he repeated but again he didn´t get an answer. Quietly he opened the door and peeked inside, the sight made him flinch back and run out of the house. Tears were streaming down his face but no sound escaped his lips while he ran over to the neighbor´s house to get some help.
"Brady?" the Private asked surprised and looked at the five-year-old standing in his door. The boy just moved into the house next door with his parents but Sean Morris already knew his name.
"What happened and where are your parents?" the Marine went on and crouched down so he was on the same level with the blond child.
Instead of answering Brady just pointed at his home and Sean furrowed a brow. Usually the boy was pretty talkative though his parents told him stranger danger and his behavior right now really concerned him.
"Okay… You wait here and I go over to see what happened." Private Morris was about to leave but the five-year-old tugged at his sleeve and fresh tears welled up in his blue eyes.
"Hey Brady I need to know what happened otherwise I can´t help you."
"Momma and dad look weird …" he whispered and the Marine glanced from the child in front of him to the house and back.
"Was there someone in your house?" Sean asked and the boy nodded, hanging his head. Morris on the other hand got an idea what was going on in the house next door. "Okay Brady you wait here while I make a call."
The five-year-old went a few steps into the house and sat down on the bottom stair while the Private took his keys and cell phone before he closed the door.
"Dear god…" Sean muttered and retreated from the living room window. He decided not to go inside because he didn´t know what was wrong in there. Finally he snapped out of the shock and dialed the number of the MPs.
They told him to wait at his house for the NCIS team so Sean went back to the boy in his house, but this time Brady didn´t speak at all. It seemed like he retreated into his own world where his body protected his fragile soul from harm.
"And finally we reached our destination…" Anthony mumbled and stretched his arms. At the rear end of the MCRT truck Tim stumbled out and had to lean against the truck to steady himself. This time Gibbs shortened the way from Washington to Norfolk even more and the youngest agent in the back made a squeaking sound every time the car bent in a turn.
"Start moving, DiNozzo." Gibbs grumbled and head-slapped his oldest agent while he walked towards the waiting MPs. Jethro´s mood had been deteriorating since he answered the phone and the MP gave him a brief description of what happened.
"That´s cruel…" Caitlin muttered when they entered the living room. The metallic scent of blood still filled the air, though most of the blood had dried by now.
"Yes it is." Tim stated and sighed. Linda and Oliver Carmichael sat on the two-seater with their hands and feet tied. The man´s body was positioned halfway in front of his wife, but even this protective posture couldn´t stop the murderer from slitting her throat as well.
"Okay, it´s cruel, but it would be even more cruel if we don´t catch this scumbag. Probie bag and tag, Kate you take the pictures and I´ll do the sketching." Anthony stated after a moment and the three started working.
The living room was wide spaced and a mess. Obviously there was a fight, if they were lucky the Gunnery Sergeant made a few hits as well and they could find blood of the attacker.
The agents made a slow progress on the scene due to the various blood stains on the floor and the sofa. Finally Tony stood up and told the MPs to take care that nobody entered the house except for Jimmy who was supposed to pick up the bodies. Ducky was still not at the HQ today was his last day off but surely Gibbs would call him back.
"And I need the lists of who entered the base yesterday." DiNozzo told the CO and he nodded, calling one of his Marines instantly to get the lists.
"Where is Gibbs?" Kate asked while they put their gear back into the truck. They were ready to leave and their boss was still missing.
"He´s in the house next door with the Gunny´s son as far as I know." The Marine replied and the brunette nodded. "I´ll go tell him that you´re ready."
"Thanks Corporal." The Italian said and watched the man turn to get Gibbs. A few moments later the Marine came back, but their boss was still missing.
"He´ll be out in a minute." The man said and the trio nodded. They had already started wondering what their supervisory agent was doing.
"DiNozzo, McGee get in the back we´ve got another passenger." The silver-haired man stated and came towards his agents. He was carrying the five-year-old boy who was now wrapped up in a blanket since he was only wearing his pajamas.
"Uh-hu…" Tony said and eyed the small child in his boss´ arms. He was about to ask another question but Kate´s elbow in his side stopped him. "Ouch…"
She knew he would ask if it was the son of their victims but her profiler training told her that the question was inappropriate at this time.
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