AN: GAH! Just started watching Season 9 and, well, I got this idea from one of the earlier seasons, maybe Season 2? I have no clue. But, anyhow, here is my new story!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS unfortunately. Bummer, but it is owned by some other lucky chap.
In My Time of Darkness
AlexisHuang101
Prologue
"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?" The girl whispers as the large, black van drives down a quite lane, over thirty minutes away from town in which she lived.
"Silence!" She hears a gun click and feels her mother's cold hand tighten around hers.
"She is trying to calm herself, please let her finish." Her mother's musical voice pleads.
The girl hears two men muttering, trying to figure out what they were saying.
"Louder." The other male orders. "So we can be sure." The girl swallows before reciting the rest of the poem.
"In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?" At the first line, her mother tries to hide a sob and at the last, tightens her hold even more.
"And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?" She feels two; freezing drops of water falling onto her wrist, the salty smell of tears reaching her nose. "Mama." She whispers before she continues.
"What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?"
'Tigers, these men. Created by God to destroy those who are loved by many, yet beautiful and agile.' She thinks.
She takes a deep breath, trying to remember the rest of the poem, but failing.
"When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears," She hears her mother start before two shots, feeling the warm splatter of a thick liquid, the salty, rusting smell touching her nose. Blood.
"Mama?" She squeezes her mother's hand, which didn't return the comfort. "Mama?"
"Shut up!" The girl starts to hyperventilate. She tries to stop herself so she could listen to the men's argument. Suddenly, she feels the car turn and park. The door opens as the sun blasts down on her skin. Her mother's body is lugged out of the car, and she is picked up into a man's arms. He seems soft as he holds her close, whispering apologies and rocking her gently, kissing her forehead, as if he didn't want to do this. When he puts her down, he cups her face and whispers the last part of the fifth stanza.
"Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?" His voice is rough, but beautiful. He kisses her palm before pressing a cold metal object into her hand and a square piece of cloth. Then, he walks off, into the van and starts to drive off. The girl feels the metal object, accidently pressing a button. The ringing of a phone is heard.
She puts it to her ear as a man picks it up. "NCIS Agent McGee." She hears a man answer.
"Sir?" Her voice trembles. "I think….I think two men killed my Mum."
Meanwhile…
The men are driving away, the driver commenting on how well this job was, while the passenger holds onto his cross whispering the last stanza of the poem the girl whispered only moments before.
"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"