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Hello there, friends! It's SomedayonBroadway here, posting the very first story on my joined account "NewsgirlsInNeverland". I share this account with my good friend bexlynne and we both have some crazy weird crossover ideas, haha!
Apparently, we can just make a crossover out of any two things. But we're both obsessed with Newsies, so most things we write will be with our boys ;).
This story is going to be a lot of fun for two very evil writers. I really hope you guys enjoy this!
Please enjoy!
Harsh footsteps echoed through the streets in the cold morning. The fog was enough to barely mask bodies rushing through the alleys and streets of DC. A boy was running, frustration clear on his features and two shadows rushed behind him, ready for a fight, clear by the maniacal laughs in their voices as they screamed at him to stop and take it like a man.
The boy didn't stop. He breathed hard and shoved his dark hair out of his face, blinking away the sweat that threatened to cloud his vision as he turned into yet another alleyway. He heard shouting still behind him and he felt his body shaking. If he didn't get away soon, he might as well just give himself up for dead.
"C'mon kid, ya can't run foreva'!" the smaller of the two men called, giving the other man a quick pat on the back as they split. There was a wink exchanged as one of them ran down the street and the other followed the kid through his attempt at an escape. They knew their way around possibly a little too well. And to think this all started over two bucks stolen out of the bigger man's pocket.
The men with similar features probably planned on cutting the child off completely and tackling him until he was begging for them to just give him up to the cops instead of beating him to a bloody pulp. The smaller, younger man laughed as he thought about it, no sympathy catching him for the boy who'd probably not had a proper meal in weeks. And he turned a corner after the kid, ready to spring as he knew the older man would immediately cut him off so they could give the boy a piece of their minds.
That's when it happened.
Something caught the man's foot. The fog was thick enough for him to have missed some homeless man trying to find warmth in the garbage behind some crappy diner. The guy growled and pushed himself up on his ass, ready to give the man a piece of his mind. He didn't get the chance as someone had obviously gotten there first.
"Morris!" he screamed, terror wracking his voice as he tried to convince himself that what his eyes were seeing was not what was in front of him. His heart began beating too fast for him to comprehend as he screamed out for the other man. He could hear the boy getting away, but at that moment, he truly didn't care.
As he scrambled back a bit, the other man rushed up to him. "Os? What is it? Are ya okay?" he asked in a hurry, quickly kneeling down beside the other man and checking for some kind of injury. When he didn't find one, he looked up at the suddenly frightened young man and saw that his eyes were trained on something behind him. Carefully, he followed the terrified gaze his identical brown eyes widened at the sight he found.
There, leaning up against a garbage bin, was a boy. His clothes were torn up, leaving him exposed to the frozen, morning air. His skin was pale and cold, though as one's eyes traveled down his torso, moving past cuts, scars and far too many bruises, they'd find his hands laying in his lap, fingerless with dried blood that had once run over his palms and the back of his hands. His mouth hung open, revealing too many missing teeth and even more blood that had once been dripping from his now blue lips. His curly blond hair had been cut in places, leaving bits and pieces of it shorter than others. But the most daunting thing that might haunt the men forever were the crystal blue eyes, staring helplessly at them, unseeing and unmoving, silently crying out for help in their lifeless state.
"Holy hell..." Morris breathed out at the pitiful sight. The man beneath him was shaken and had frightened tears in his eyes. "Who the hell would do somethin' like that?" he asked, brokenly. As he knew he himself was cruel, that boy wasn't just beaten and left to pick himself up. The torture was clear all over him. But he didn't even have the chance to take out his phone before the smaller boy pointed to something that Morris himself had missed.
Laying crumpled underneath the child's leg was a piece of cloth. But, not just any little meaningless piece of cloth. It was a small, deep red, beautifully decorated bandana.
The look the men shared was a knowing one. And as the looked back at the kid, they couldn't believe their own thoughts. "Call the cops... tell 'em everythin'..."
And that's exactly what Oscar did.
"Well, well, well," Tony said, glancing up from his monitor with a grin. "Little miss perfect, coming into work late. Never thought I'd see the day." He smugly rested his chin on top of his hand, gazing at the female agent who just walked in.
"Shut up, DiNozzo," Kate muttered, sitting down in her chair gingerly. She adjusted her sunglasses, rubbing her temples with a wince before taking a swig of the water bottle in her hand and placing it down on her desk.
"Hmm," Tony said, standing up and rounding his own desk, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the thing. "Headache, careful movements, light sensitivity..." He smirked. "You're hungover."
Kate rolled her eyes. "I am not, Tony," she deadpanned.
Raising an eyebrow, Tony pushed himself up, quietly walking closer to his teammate before he suddenly snatched the glasses off her face.
Kate screwed her eyes closed, massaging her temples. "DiNozzo!" she complained. "You're just trying to pick a fight because you're in a crappy mood after going home alone last night!"
"Wh-o-a!" Tony protested, stretching out the word whilst dangling the sunglasses in his hand. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Anthony DiNozzo does not 'go home alone.'" He put air quotes around the words. "I'm not McGee."
"Not McGee what?" the youngest agent asked, coming through the door of the elevator.
Tony laughed, spinning away from the desk. "Kate's hu... probie, what happened to you?"
McGee glanced up, setting down his briefcase. "What do you mean?"
Tony snorted, and Kate sent him a glare. "McGee," she said tactfully. "You might want to look in a mirror."
McGee sent the pair of them a strange look, accepting the compact mirror she handed him. Flipping it open, he squinted at his reflection. A half dozen hickeys were visible above his collar, creeping up the side of his neck. "Oh, God. Oh, no, no, no. This... this is not okay. I didn't… Will Gibbs notice?" he stuttered, suddenly terrified.
"Probie, relax," Tony said, taking the mirror out of his hands and tossing it behind him.
"Tony!" Kate protested, barely catching the small item before it hit the ground.
"It's not a big deal," the Italian continued. "Be a man, wear it proud," he smirked, taking the probie by the shoulders. "Show the whole world you're dating a vampire," he deepened his voice, almost growling at the last word before a laugh met his lips.
"Pretty close," McGee muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "C'mon guys, do you have something I can cover up with?"
"Yeah, yeah, hold on," Tony said, leaning over and grabbing a scarf off one of the desks. "Try this."
"Ah, yes," Kate said sarcastically. "Gray wool scarf with a gray suit. Classy, Tony."
"Don't listen to her, man," the senior agent said, adjusting the younger man's collar and straightening his tie. "See? No one'll know."
McGee let out a breath, rolling his shoulders. "Okay. No one'll know. No one'll know, I can do this."
Gibbs nodded a greeting as he strode into the room, nursing his second cup of coffee. "McGee," he said, fixing the younger man with a steely gaze. "Is there a reason you're wearing my scarf?"
McGee panicked. "I... well, you see sir..."
Gibbs jerked his head for the door. "Save it for the road. DiNozzo, start the truck. Kate, call Ducky and have him meet us down there. We have a dead kid in an alleyway."
"Navy?" Kate inquired, standing and grabbing her gear.
Gibbs shook his head. "But our suspect is, and that's good enough for me. Let's just hope the FBI doesn't get there first."
"Works for me, boss," Tony said, clapping McGee on the shoulder. "Probie, you gonna give Gibbs back his scarf?"
"Y-yes, sir," McGee stammered, unwinding the strip of fabric and bunching it up.
"Oh, there's no need to call be so formal," Tony said with a grin. "I mean, it's probably a force of habit from last night. I feel like you're the kind of guy who likes being called 'sir' in the bedroom. Makes a man feel like he's in control-"
"You're disgusting," Kate cut in as they made their way to the elevator.
"I thought I gave you all jobs to do," Gibbs said, sounding irritated. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No, sir. I mean… Gibbs," McGee hastened to say. Shoving the scarf into his hands, he whirled around to the door.
Gibbs took a sip of coffee with a sigh, tossing the empty cup in the trash. It's gonna be a long day.
"Ouch…" Tony muttered, snapping pictures of the victim on the ground.
"'Ouch' indeed, Anthony…" Ducky agreed as he knelt beside the dead boy. The medical examiner gave the child a heartbroken look. "He looks like he had so much more to live for…" he sighed as he began his first predictions over the poor child. He grabbed a thermometer from his kit and jabbed the device into the boy's abdomen, holding it while it did its own job. "Did I ever tell you about the time-"
"Not now, Duck," Gibbs interrupted easily, staring down at the body like if he looked hard enough, the thing would just spill out all the answers. He wished it would. The child could've been no more than seventeen years old. But he didn't have long to let his mind wander as a local LEO pointed him in the direction of the two shaken witnesses. With a jerk of his head to Kate, the two made their way over to the men.
They were navy men, that much was clear to Gibbs. What else was clear is that they were both very disturbed by whatever they knew and the investigator was going to get to the bottom of it.
"Agent Gibbs, this is Oscar and Morris Delancey," the local cop informed before walking away, continuing in his haste to fully secure the crime scene. Gibbs nodded and stuck out his hand.
"Gibbs," he introduced himself, not missing how the older man was gripping onto the arm of the younger one. "And this is special agent Todd," he introduced his agent.
They both shook his hand and then hers, Oscar not even daring to take his eyes off the body. "Did either of you touch the body before we got here?" he asked, knowingly. No way they were this shaken up without knowing something that he didn't. And when the older one reached back into his pocket, the agent could guess as to what they were looking for.
"We just had to make sure it was him…" Oscar muttered out quietly, like he was afraid to speak. And when Gibbs narrowed his eyes at them, the young man continued as his brother held out the wallet he'd taken from the boy. "Anthony Kelly…"
Kate's eyes widened just slightly. "Did you know him?" she asked calmly, gesturing back towards the body.
With a quick nod of the head, the older man took a shaky breath. "We know his older brother," he explained, feeling a nausea take over him as he tried to convince himself that this couldn't be real. "Real pain in the ass," he spat out bitterly as he recalled the guy.
"You said you knew who'd done this," the female agent commented, taking out her notepad and scribbling some things down. She glanced back at the poor victim before turning back to the witnesses. "How?"
Before either one of them answered, something seemed to catch Oscar's eye. Suddenly, his gaze was harsh and angry. "That!" he yelled, pointing over to where McGee was bagging a very distinct red bandana. No one, not even the man's brother could stop him from jogging over to the thing, and taking the bag in his hands. "It's his! And he don't eva' take the damn thing outta his pocket," the man explained with ease as he stared the piece of cloth down.
"They's was always fightin' too! Goin' at it. No one eva' thought that the idiot would ever-" Morris cut himself off. He knew he wasn't the best guy out there. But this was a whole new level of evil.
Gibbs stared down the two men for a moment, as if he was trying to pick out their lies. But it seemed as though they were telling the cold hard truth. "Duck!" he called. "Do we have a time of death?"
The ME got to his feet, brushing off his hands. "Difficult to pinpoint the exact time, what with the exposure to the cold. But if I had to be precise-"
"You do," Gibbs interrupted.
The older man sighed. "Just a few hours ago. Last night, at the earliest," he confirmed, placing his hands over the child's eyelids and closing them as gently as he could. "Don't you worry, lad… we'll get to the bottom of this," he promised in a hushed whisper.
"So… do we have a name for our suspect?" Caitlyn asked, her eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.
One of the men, the older one- Morris Delancey- nodded, a sort of sadness washing over him as he wrapped an arm around his little brother. "His name's Kelly… Petty Officer Jack Kelly…"
And there you have it! Our very first chapter of a joined evil. It was far too much fun to co-write.
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