A/N: One of my friends and me are both writing a story with roughly the same plotlines, only she's writing it in first person, and I'm writing in third.
This is my first fanfic ever, so please don't flame. Not that anybody's reading this, probably, but still worth asking.
I know it's a bit short, but it's only the prologue after all. Anyway, enjoy!
Gibbs walked in to the bullpen. "So what have we got?"
"Two suspects, boss. One of them is called Neil Haynes. Age 32, came back only a few days ago from visiting his parents in Florida. He lived next to the murdered Petty Officer, and they didn't get on very well with each other. He claims to have been at home watching television on the evening of the murder." Answered McGee.
"The other guy says his name is Jack, but he doesn't show up in any database. He refuses to say anything else about himself, boss." Tony added.
Gibbs glared at him. "Bring him in. You two are with me. McGee, keep searching." With that, he walked away, Tony and Ziva following suit.
Gwen was pacing around the Hub. Tosh and Ianto were out Weevil hunting, Owen was examining an alien corpse, and she should actually be monerating the Rift, while at the same time doing Jack's paper work. Because Jack was gone. He'd said that he was going to Amerika, no further details explained.
But he also said that he'd be back a week ago. One whole bloody week! And Gwen was worried. Sure, she knew that Jack could take care of himself, but that still didn't make her feel any better. Tosh and Owen weren't worried at all, saying he'd come back eventually. Ianto hadn't said anything on the matter. In fact, now Gwen thought about it, he hadn't said very much at all. He was worried too.
God knows into what kind of trouble Jack could have gotten himself into.