NCIS FanFiction. Kelly's Song.
So this is the first chapter of my first fanfiction. This version of the chapter you are reading now, is a new and improved chapter. I wasn't satisfied with the 219 words I originally wrote, so I set out to improve the chapter. I realized that this is the first chapter anyone sees, so it is important that I put my best into fixing this chapter. Every word from the old chapter will be in this one, I just set out to be more descriptive, since I am more so in every other chapter. Enjoy!
P.S. The lyrics in the chapter come from A Friend For Life by Rod Stewart. I cannot get over how much I love his music, and him. I am the youngest person I know who listens to his music, which is a dang shame because his music is just... uggh! I scream in frustration at the lack of words to describe this man's beautiful vocal abilities.
P.P.S. Just in case you didn't know, Shannon and Kelly were killed on Febraury 28, 1991. I really hate that we don't know their exact birthdays though. I'll probably make them up if I end up adding something about it in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, but I adore the characters to no end. Wish they had found a way to have Kelly be alive. I would love to see more Gibbs as a dad to Kelly.I suppose that makes the reason for this story kind of transparent. I love seeing the flashbacks and medical delusions. Any changes to the original story are mine. I'm trying to keep it in line with the series, or at least adding things that are familiar, but they may end up being a bit jumbled and I'm sorry if that happens. I don't intend for it to occur. Changes are expected though, seeing as it is a fanfiction. It wouldn't be one if nothing was changed, it would just be a script really. I hope you enjoy my interpretation, and my longing for certain characters to be alive. If I had my way, in a way that made sense, Shannon would be alive too. Perhaps that will happen in another story. Feel free to leave me separate story ideas I can write separately, if you wish. I hope you like the story!
Through a smoke filled glass
on a desperate night
when the sole of my shoe lets in rain
when the heart's tired of running
and the milks gone sour
will your feelings still be the same?
When the match won't light
so the flames don't tremble
and the years are condemning us too
I'll need a soulmate to hold me
and a friend for life
and I'm hoping it might be you
Wooded area near Washington D.C.
February 21, 2007
Headlights appear in the distance, as a truck approaches. The vehicle illuminates the trees and animals as it makes its way deep into the woods. It slowly comes to a halt, and a man exits from the driver's side, heading for the back. He grunts, lifting a heavy figure from the truck and makes his way deeper into the forest. As he is disposing of the body, a young woman in her mid twenty's comes out from under a tarp and slowly descends from the truck. Her dark brown hair is matted and dirty, hanging just below her shoulders. Her hazel eyes burn with determination. She is wearing simple black clothing, the only things distinguishable being the dog tags she wore around her neck. She slowly slides down to the ground and starts moving deeper into the forest as well. She continues to escape from her captor as the man disposes of the body. As he is laying the body on the ground, he hears some branches snap nearby. He looks around with his flashlight and sees the young girl. He starts after her and she begins to run away. He slips on some roots and falls to the ground, giving the girl a small head makes his way to his feet and continues after her, breathing heavily. The young woman starts to run faster as he slowly catches up to her. He soon wrestles her to the ground while she screams and claws at him to get away.
"Stop it you dumb bitch." He mumbles, while trying to get a grip on her wrists. The girl wriggles in his grasp, trying desperately to escape.
"Just let me go!" She screams, fighting for her life. She feels his hot breath on her face and yells in pain as he grasps the back of her neck, attempting to stop her struggling. She reaches up with her right hand and tries to get him to release his grip. In the process of doing so, she accidentally undoes the clasp of her dog tags, causing them to fly off and land near the dead body the man had just dumped.
"Yeah not about to happen." The gruff man says as he stands up with her in his grasp, heading for the car. He opens the passenger door and throws her in, closes it, and makes his way to the other side of the vehicle. He starts up the car and heads back the way they initially came, the girl staring out the window, wishing she could be free from her metaphorical and literal cage.
Flashback
It was March 5th, 1991. Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood alone in a cemetery, looking down at two lone headstones, tears in his eyes. He was both physically and emotionally broken, although the physical wounds were the furthest things from his mind. He couldn't believe that his sweet daughter, and the love of his life, were dead. But here was the proof, in the form of two slabs of stone with names and dates carved into them. His eyes filled with hot, frustrated tears. He would never see either of their faces again. He would never get to see his Kelly grow up and become a woman, or walk her down the aisle. He would never get to grow old with Shannon, or find out how long that fiery red hair would stick around. He would never again see their smiles, or hear them laugh. Two of the most precious lives to him were lost, while he was thousands of miles away trying to keep them safe. How utterly ironic and sad that was. The funeral had been held a few hours before, and it had been beautiful, other than the fact that his dad brought a date that was younger than he was. Or that Joann, Shannon's mother, had screamed at him, blaming him for their deaths, angry that he had the nerve to come to the funeral at all. Gibbs didn't blame her though. He felt plenty damn guilty anyway, so hearing it from someone else was really just confirmation of what he already thought. It was his fault. He shouldn't have left, he should've stayed. He leaned on his crutches as someone approached him from behind.
"Gibbs," someone said, causing him to turn around violently, his crutches swinging around him like pendulums. When he turned around, he came face to face with Special Agent Mike Franks of NIS.
"Hello," Gibbs said, looking at Franks intensely.
Mike Franks stood there for a few moments, taking in Gibbs's state. "Are you sure you want to do this today?" He inquired hesitantly.
Gibbs turned back towards the graves of his wife and daughter for a brief moment, then turned back toward Mike Franks, and nodded. "Yes. I'll lose my nerve if I wait any longer."
Mike nodded, "Alright then, lets get going." He then walked away towards his car, as Gibbs followed. They got into their respective cars, and drove out of the cemetery parking area, and onto the road. About 30 minutes later, they arrived at the NIS headquarters. Agent Franks showed his badge to the security officer, and the two cars headed towards the evidence yard. They got out of their cars and headed towards a badly burned car near where they had parked. It was completely burned to a crisp, nothing much remained. Gibbs stood there listening to Mike tell him all that NIS knew about the accident that took the lives of Kelly and Shannon, as well as Agent Mitchell, the NIS agent who had been driving the car. Gibbs stared at the car, not daring to say anything, for fear that the floodgates would be opened. He didn't want to know, but felt that he needed to. At one point Franks's words faded out, and Gibbs felt he had heard enough. He nodded a thanks to Agent Franks, then walked back towards his car, wishing more than anything, that this was a dream from which he would soon awaken. He drove off, as Mike continued to stand there and stare at Gibbs's departing car.
End Flashback
NCIS Main Headquarters
February 28, 2007
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood in the elevator, tapping his coffee cup with his pointer finger, willing for the doors to open. It was 7:00 in the morning, and already he wanted the day to be over. He was only coming in for paperwork, but it would be just his luck if the team ended up with a case. After what seemed like forever, the doors to the elevator opened, and Gibbs stepped out into the room, heading for his team's bullpen. He strode past Agent Anthony DiNozzo's desk, and frowned at the steaming cup of coffee that sat there. "Just what I need," He muttered under his breath, as he continued to head for his desk. He set his coffee down, and tossed his car keys into the desk drawer next to his badge and gun. He sat heavily in his chair and silently prayed that DiNozzo would see him and notice that today was not the day to act like a 4 year old.
"Morning Boss" Tony said in a chipper voice, entering the room. He smiled at Gibbs as he sat down and took a sip of his coffee. "Having a good day so far?" Gibbs groaned. It was going to be a long day.
"Fine, DiNozzo. Just do your paperwork." Gibbs said in an unhappy voice. Tony looked up from the papers to stare at him.
"Is everything okay Boss?" Tony inquired with a smile.
Gibbs sighed, "Yes. I just want to focus on the paperwork so I can go home and work on my boat." Gibbs looked down and started to write, hoping that Tony would get the hint.
"Oh, how is the boat coming along?" Tony asked, genuinely curious.
Gibbs hung his head. Could this man not understand when someone wants to be left alone? He sighed deeply, trying to maintain control of his frustration, as his phone started to ring. Great, just great, he thought, digging his cell out of his jacket pocket. He flipped open the phone, put it to his ear, and answered with his customary 'Gibbs' response. The voice on the other end of the line told him that there was a dead marine in the woods just south of Washington D.C. "Get your gear DiNozzo," He said, standing up, opening the desk drawer to get his gun, badge, and keys. "Dead marine in the woods just outside D.C. Call Ziva and McGee. Tell them to meet us there." Gibbs headed for the elevator as Tony followed, grabbing his stuff and calling the rest of the team.
When I think of life as a chance not taken
or as a compromise tinged with regret
when the kids leave for breeding
and the TV's king
will you tell me we're not done yet?
Will you think of me
as a distant island
or will you come with me to the moon
I'll need a soulmate to hold me
and a friend for life
and I'm hoping it might be you
Wooded area near Washington D.C.
February 28, 2007
Special Agents Ziva David and Timothy McGee arrive at the crime scene and head towards Gibbs and Tony, who were taking a responding officer's statement.
Gibbs looked up from his notepad as they approached him and said, "Ziva, go check out the scene. Ducky isn't here yet though, so don't bother the body." Ziva nodded and walked away as Gibbs continued, "And McGee, check the perimeter."
"On it, Boss," McGee said, as he too left.
Tony looked at Gibbs for a few moments before saying, "What about me Boss?" Gibbs looked up from his pad and stared at Tony in silence. Tony, realizing he wasn't going to get a verbal answer, narrowed down the rest of the remaining tasks in his mind, before coming to a conclusion. "Right, pictures. On it, Boss." Tony took out his camera and headed towards Ziva who was crouched down on the ground a few feet from the body, looking at something. "Got something, Ziva?" Tony inquired as he bent down next to her. Looking down he saw a pair of dog tags on the ground. "I wonder whose those are. They could be the victim's." Tony stood up slightly and took a picture of them.
"Maybe," Ziva said, reaching down to carefully pick them up. She wiped the dirt of the face of one of them and looked up at Tony with a surprised look on her face. The dog tags read GIBBS LEROY, along with a bunch of numbers. Ziva stared at Tony in bewilderment. "How are Gibbs's dog tags here? He hasn't even come over here yet, has he?"
Tony looked down at the dog tags, just as confused as Ziva. "No. He has been standing in the same place since we got here."
Ziva nodded. "Okay. I'll go ask him about them. There has to be some sort of explanation." Ziva stood up and walked over to Gibbs as Tony took the rest of the crime scene photos. "Gibbs?" Ziva said in a questioning tone, holding out the dog tags as she approached him, "Are these yours?" Gibbs reached into his pocket and pulled out a glove before taking the dog tags in hand and looking at them with a confused look on his face. He handed them back to Ziva and silently reached under his shirt, pulling out the set that he was already wearing.
Gibbs looked from the dog tags Ziva was holding, to the ones around his neck several times before speaking. "Well, I'm kind of at a loss as to how those got here."
Ziva looked at him inquiringly, "Did you have two sets of dog tags?"
Gibbs sighed, "Yes. I was issued one set per deployment. I gave that pair to um..." He trailed off, but Ziva understood. He must have given them to his daughter Kelly. She remembered him mentioning it briefly before when Maddie Tyler came asking for help about a year earlier.
"So, if you gave these to Kelly, how did they end up here?" Ziva asked tentatively, scared to even say Kelly's name out loud.
Gibbs shook his head, "I have no idea. According to Maddie, Kelly put them in the time capsule. And as far as I know, up until Maddie told me about it, she and Kelly were the only ones who knew..." He trailed off, looking at the dog tags in bewilderment.
"So, now we have a murder and a separate, seemingly unrelated mystery involving you dog tags and where they came from. Okay. I am officially intrigued." Ziva said as she grabbed an evidence bag. Just then the Medical Examiner Donald 'Ducky' Mallard, showed up with his assistant, Jimmy Palmer. The crime scene soon became a flurry of activity, and everyone momentarily forgot about the dog tags.
NCIS Main Room
McGee sat at his desk, staring at his computer. He sat back wearily and rubbed his eyes as Ziva stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. He had been working at his computer for so long that everything was fuzzy to him. Ziva looked at him sympathetically. "No connection yet, McGee?"
McGee sighed wearily, "None that I can find, anyway. But there has to be something. This guy, um, Alejandro Martinez, has to know him somehow."
Ziva looked questionally at Tim, "Who is Alejandro Martinez?" Ziva leaned forward slightly and hit a few buttons on McGee's keyboard. She then walked around to the big tv screen and read the words displayed on them. "So," She said, "This Alejandro person used to be high school friends with our victim, Robert Grisi?"
McGee stood up and joined Ziva, "Yep. But I can't find any link between them in the last 20 years. As far as I know, they haven't been in touch since graduation."
"Yes, but Tony said that Abby found Mr. Martinez's fingerprints on our marine's flask. They wouldn't be from 20 years ago. Grisi obviously carried that flask around with him all the time." Just then, DiNozzo and Gibbs came into the bullpen. Tony grabbed his stuff as McGee and Ziva looked to Gibbs questionally.
Gibbs set down some things and turned to face the team. "Go pick up Alejandro. We need to see if he can tell us the last time he saw his friend." Gibbs headed towards the stairs to MTAC as everyone else headed for the elevator.
Ziva turned around. "Where are you going Gibbs?"
"Got a meeting with the director in MTAC, you go on without me," Gibbs said as he ascended the stairs. Ziva and McGee nodded and continued to the elevator where Tony was waiting impatiently. The two of them stepped inside and the doors closed.
MTAC
"Director," Gibbs acknowledged as he walked down the short staircase and came face to face with Jenny Shepherd, director of NCIS.
"Jethro," Jenny said, as she looked warily at Gibbs.
Gibbs sighed, "What is it Jenny? I'm not in the mood for mind games today." Gibbs took a few steps back, then sat down in one of the chairs and waited for whatever the director had called him in for.
"Actually, Jethro, that is the very reason I asked you here." Jenny also sat down as she continued, "I have known you for a very long time, and around this time every single year, you manage to alienate everyone around you, even more that you usually do. Care to tell me why?" Gibbs just stared at her, not saying anything. She scoffed, "Of course not." She sighed and stood up as she faced him, "Jethro, I care about the efficiency of your team, and that does include you, and how you perform. If you don't tell me what's wrong, I will have no choice but to order a meeting with the in house psychiatrist." She stood in front of Gibbs, not budging from her decision. Gibbs stared at her in silence for a few minutes until Jenny sighed, as she gave up and started to walk away.
"Stop." Gibbs said. Jenny stopped and turned around, looking at Gibbs expectantly. He stood up and walked in the opposite direction as he spoke. "Today is not a day that I enjoy and I don't appreciate having to reveal every single little detail of my past just because you have a misjudged worry. But you don't become concerned for no reason, so why are you? What did I do to make you so worried." Gibbs turned back and looked at her with his intense blue eyes, waiting.
Jenny took a long breath before answering, "You have been distracted, and I was just thought that maybe if I knew what was wrong, that perhaps I could help you..." She trailed off under his extreme silence. "Please say something. Tell me. I just want to help."
Gibbs' eyes started to tear up briefly,so fast that she almost missed, before he said, "You can't help me Jen. Unless you can go back in time, or bring people back to life, there isn't anything you can do."
Jenny sighed knowingly, "I am so stupid. This is about Shannon and Kelly, isn't it." She looked at Gibbs, praying that he would just open up for once.
"Perceptive," Gibbs said, jokingly. "But in all seriousness, yes. On today of all days, I just can't help but go back there. But I can assure you that it is not affecting my performance, or my teams abilities in any way. I hope you can trust me on that."
Jenny sighed, "It's not just that Gibbs. I want to be there for you. We are friends. I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me about this, or anything. I'm always here for you." Their conversation was interrupted by Gibbs' cell phone ringing. He answered it, listened for a few moments, then hung up.
"I know," Gibbs said with a small smile, "I know that you have nothing but good intentions. And I greatly appreceate them, but I've lived through this day 17 times before. I know what I need to get through the day. Once I have those things, I'm able to focus on the happy, not the devestating. Let me solve this case, so that I can get there." Just then Gibbs's phone rang. "Duck, you got something?" He listened to Ducky for a few moments, then hung up. "I've got to go, Jen." Gibbs said as he walked towards Jenny and gave her a small hug before heading out of the room and down to autopsy.
House of Alejandro Martinez
"Anybody home?" Tony yelled, after having spent 15 minutes knocking on the front door with no answer.
"I'll try around back," Ziva said, taking out her gun before disappearing around the side of the house. A few minutes later, Ziva came back, "I'm sure someone is in the basement. I heard shuffling and crying.
"Okay, McGee, you go with Ziva around back, and I'll break down the front door." McGee and Ziva nodded and silently went around to the back of the house. Tony lifted his foot up, and kicked down the door, gun drawn. There were no signs of anyone having been there in days. Now that he was inside the house though, he too could hear the noises coming from the basement. He walked slowly towards the door, and met up with Ziva and McGee coming from the back of the house.
"All clear," McGee whispered as the three of them inched towards the door to the basement. Tony tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. They opened the door and started down the stairs.
"NCIS!" Ziva yelled. "Is anyone down here?" They stood waiting for a few seconds. Just as they were about to continue down, a girl in her mid 20s peeked her head from behind the door frame at the bottom of the steps. Ziva slowly approached her. "Are you okay?" A simple nod came from the girl, but nothing else, Ziva continued. "What are you doing down here?" No response.. Ziva looked her up and down and noticed that she looked like she had been beaten. "Are you hurt," Ziva asked in a gentle voice. The girl shook her head. Ziva looked back at McGee who mouthed, 'captivity'. Ziva turned back to the younng girl. "How long have you been here?" The girl stared, still saying nothing. 'She's quieter than Gibbs,' Tony thought as the girl held up one finger with her right hand, and a 5 with the other. " Six years," Ziva inquired, the girl shook her head. Ziva tried again, "Fifteen years?" Ziva asked this question, terrified of the answer. The girl's eyes teared up as she nodded and gave a so-so hand sign. Ziva smiled softly then hugged the girl gently, while guiding her up the stairs. They slowly made their way through the house and outside. "Do you trust me?" Ziva asked the girl. She nodded and let Ziva lead her to the car. Everyone else got in, and they headed off to NCIS.
Give me asylum
and I'll keep the faith
keep me in coffee and so safe
and I'll feed your cats
and I'll paint walls
and I'll be your one night stand.
Will you come with me
in the certain knowledge
that the catch
is there's no catch at all
I'll need a soulmate to hold me
and a friend for life
and I'm hoping it might be you
yes, I'm certain it must be you
NCIS Main Headquarters
Gibbs made his way down to autopsy, just as the rest of the team arrived with the young woman. She still hadn't said a word. Ziva took her down to Abby for a DNA test as Tony and McGee headed up to the bullpen to wait for Gibbs. Ziva and the girl arrived at Abby's lab, stepped off the elevator, and headed towards Abby, who was in the room in the very back.
Abby came out of the room, "Hi, Ziva!" She paused, noticing the young girl, "Who is this?" She asked looking at Ziva questionally.
Ziva sighed, "Well, I don't know. That is why we are here. Could you run a fingerprint and DNA test?" Ziva looked at Abby with worried eyes, telling her something.
Abby smiled at the young girl, "Sure, lets get started." Abby then swabbed her mouth and took her fingerprints, while the girl sat without protest. Abby looked to Ziva with a worried glance, which she returned with an understanding one. "Okay, the results won't be here for a while, so I'll tell Gibbs when I get them. Abby hugged the young girl carefully, mindful of her injuries. "These guys are good people, they will help you. You're safe here," Abby said to the girl, who smiled gratefully. Ziva also gave Abby a hug, then guided the girl back to the elevator. A little bit later, Abby got the results of the DNA test, and called Gibbs urgently. She stared at the results displayed on the computer screen in utter disbelief.