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Summary: When a Marine who was part of a top-secret operation is killed, the Major Case Response Team investigates. Quickly, the case becomes complicated and larger than anyone had expected. Set after Sea8 Epi17 but with elements from Epi20. T for minor violence later on.
A man in a Marine uniform pushed hurriedly through the crowd, leaving a trail of agitated bystanders behind him. He bowled over a small child, got pick pocketed, and had obscenities yelled at him, and yet he didn't stop. He held nothing but a cell phone, and kept glancing over his shoulder as if he thought someone was following him. Suddenly, he turned into a small alley and picked up his pace. Again glancing over his shoulder, he began to turn out of the alley onto a quiet, house-lined street. Then, there was a sound not unlike a cough, and a bullet whizzed by the man's face.
The man stumbled, his ear ringing. He righted himself, and continued running at a frenzied pace until he stopped at a small house. He dashed up the steps leading to its door, and pounded on the bell, almost sobbing, "Please, please, please!"
As tears started to pour out of the man's eyes, the door opened; then his eyes widened as they fell upon an unfamiliar face, and glazed over when a bullet tore through his brain.
The elevator door dinged open, and Special Agent Tony DiNozzo stepped out into the NCIS bullpen. His gaze first went to the desk where the new girl, EJ, already sat, busy working. She was wearing her typical black leather outfit, her golden locks spilling down her back. She seemed to sense Tony's gaze on her, and turned around, a suggestive smile playing with her features. Tony smiled back, remembering their last meeting.
THWACK! Tony's eyes crossed as he was roughly slapped by Gibbs, who was walking out of the elevator. "Get moving, DiNozzo. We've got a dead Marine."
"On your six, boss," Tony said quickly, following Gibbs into the bullpen, where McGee was typing intently on his computer's keyboard. Looking over at Ziva's desk, he saw that it was empty. He wasn't too worried, as this had started to become a habit of hers.
Tony sat at his desk, looking over at his partner's and, seeing that there was no one behind it, assumed that she was late. With McGee down in the lab and Ziva late to work, he had no one to tease, and so began replaying the previous day's events in his mind.
EJ wrapped in a short towel, leaning against the shower wall as they discussed the Rota, Spain position…then, at his house, how she was constantly within six inches of him as he whipped up some dinner, popped a movie in the player, and then fell asleep within the first five minutes of the classic…once unconscious, her head and shoulders had fallen into his lap, rendering him unable to move without waking her…
"Daysleeping, my little hairy butt?" A lightly accented voice whispered softly in his ear, jerking Tony from his reverie. He turned his head to see that she had suddenly appeared right behind him and was now leaning over his shoulder, with her face only an inch from his. "Jeez, David! Don't DO that! And it's daydreaming, not daysleeping! And I was not-"
"Oh, so you were having dream sex!" she said, laughing as she pulled away and returned to her desk.
"I was not-"
"Gear up, we've got a dead petty officer!" And Tony was interrupted for the third time that day.
"Where's David?" Gibbs asked him. "We've got a dead Marine on our hands!"
"I'm not sure, boss…you know, she's been late a lot lately," McGee replied, pausing in his work. "Should I call her?" Gibbs just looked at him. Even Tony, who had gone over to his own desk to check his e-mail, gave McGee a quizzical glance.
"Right, boss," McGee muttered, picking up his phone. He had just begun to dial Ziva's number when a voice piped up from across the room.
"I can go with you guys today," EJ said, standing up and looking over the short wall separating them.
With a raised eyebrow, Gibbs queried, "Don't you have your own team, Agent…"
"EJ, EJ Barret. My team has the day off, and I really have nothing to do. Plus, I would like the opportunity to observe the best NCIS team at work."
Gibbs just shrugged, and, shifting his backpack to his other shoulder, briskly walked towards the elevator. "Coming?" he asked, seeing that no one had moved.
"On it, Boss!"
This is my first fanfiction piece, so constructive criticism and other feedback would be appreciated, but hate would not. And please tell me if you like the story so far! I have a couple more chapters ready to be posted, so if you like the story, you will not have to wait long for it to continue.