NCIS
Colors of Paris
Chapter 1: Emerald green
Summary: In January 2013 the whole team has to work at a case in the city of love: Paris. A Petty Officer murders people in D.C and Paris. Now he hides there. The team has to find him before he kills more people. But sometimes Paris has things in store that surprises everyone…
"Never again. I hate flights at that time." Tony whined. McGee only rolled with his eyes. Like the rest of the team did. His complaints were annoying. They all knew that it was 03:41 o'clock in the morning. But they didn't complain. That much. He sat on a white-colored bench next to McGee in a big terminal and waited for the take-off of their airplane. Ducky waited with them too, but the boss and Abby had left them to get some caffeine. Even at that early time people walked around them. Some of them looked happy. Some looked sleepy. Some others looked angry, sad or stressed. Little children cried and their nerveless parents didn't know what to do.
"Anthony, flying at night isn't bad. The time difference between Paris and D.C is 6 hours. And the flight will take about 8 hours. And…" Ducky tried to talk about anything to distract Tony about sleeping too less. But it didn't help very much.
"I have been to Paris once. I know this facts already." he said, put up his sunglasses; although it was January and winter, and closed his eyes. Sleeping was the only thing he wanted. Ducky watched him worriedly. He and McGee exchanged some glances, but Tim only shrugged with his shoulders. Abby turned around the corner with two big cups of Caf-Pow in her hands.
"They won't let you through the security check with them, Abigail." Ducky said. Abby didn't answer and sat on the bench between McGee with his laptop on his knees and Tony with his "trying-to-sleep-but-can't-sleep-so-just-pretend-you-are-sleeping"- face. Ducky sat on the opposite.
"Ducky is right. They won't." McGee answered, without taking a look from his brand-new laptop.
"You think Timmy? Maybe they are empty, when we go to the security check." Abby answered with biting sarcasm. He looked at her and raised his eyebrow. She did the same and they tried to fight each other with looks.
"Where is Jethro?" Ducky asked and interrupted their little battle.
"Behind you." Gibbs answered and took the empty place next to Ducky. He took a sip of his coffee and looked at Tony. Wit each passing minute he got more amused.
"Get up. Our plane will start in an hour." Gibbs said. Abby slurped the last bit in her Caf-Pow cups, McGee shut down his computer and Tony finally stood up. He hated long-distance flights. But he still loved Paris. He still loved the Eiffel Tower. He still loved the little cafés. He still loved everything in this city. Abby was excited. This was her first visit in Paris. She wanted to go sight-seeing. Tony would be a good companion for this. She had heard so much about Paris and now she wanted to see it herself. McGee thought like her. It was his first visit to Paris. But he didn't want to go sight-seeing like Abby. He only wanted to see the natural beauty of this city. Ducky liked Paris. He had been there before, but he wasn't in love with it like Tony. Gibbs remembered Paris. It was still his city.
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Half an hour later they all sat in their seats.
"Have I ever mentioned that we and the NCIS need an own private jet?" Tony asked. He sat at the window and Abby next to him. On the other site of the way between the seats sat Ducky, Gibbs and McGee.
"You did Tony. Often enough. So stop complaining about everything! We are flying to Paris. Be happy and shut up." Gibbs answered him. Tony turned away and looked out of the window. He saw the snow, which fell down the sky. The last time he had been to Paris, he had flown with Ziva. Now Ziva wasn't even a part of the team anymore. He missed her. Not as a lover, but as a friend. They had spent much time together. Not in their free time, but at work.
"What are we really doing in France?" Ducky asked. Tony turned around and was in reality again.
"We have to find a Petty Officer, named Brandon Fernery. He murdered two persons. And now he maybe murdered another woman in Paris. We have to find him. He hides very well. He may works as a doctor in a hospital in Paris. There we will search first." Gibbs explained.
"Why can he pretend that he is a doctor?" Ducky asked.
"He studied medicine."
"And I'm flying with you because…" Abby wanted to know.
"We don't know for sure if he killed them. You have to prove, that he is the killer." he said and put on his glasses to read the case file. Everyone nodded and after some moments they were wrapped in their own thoughts. Everyone thought about different things. Gibbs thought about the case. Ducky thought about Fernery's mind. McGee thought about Paris. Abby thought about helping Tony, so he wasn't so silent and sad anymore. And Tony thought about sleeping. It was 04:48 when their plane took off.
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It was 19:16 in Paris, when they left the terminal and took a taxi to their hotel. It was almost dark and the moon was able to be seen. In the same moment in a hospital on the other side of the city Brianna Taylor, a young 27 year old, pediatric nurse switched of the light on a black table lamp, which stood on the counter next to many patient charts. On the hallway an about 4 year old boy ran up and down.
"Bonne nuit, Henry." she said and looked at him with her strict-funny look. Henry turned around, looked at her, laughed and ran into his room. Brianna often felt sad when she saw the little children. They all were sick. Many of were deathly ill. Henry was one of her favorites. Or better all the children were her favorites. But Henry was really cute. His parents were at his side as often as they were able. Brianna took her coat and two cups of coffee. One was for her. The other one was for a patient's mother. Brianna's job didn't allow it to become friends with the mothers. If the children die… But she was only a nurse and not a doctor. She left the counter and walked down the dark hallway to the right room. Suddenly someone bumped into her. Brianna almost spilled the coffee. The guy who ran into her was the new doctor, Morris Kennedy. He was a young, handsome guy that was what Brianna was thinking about him. And almost every other female worker in the hospital did so too. His emerald green eyes were fascinating. They were almost hypnotizing. He starred at her.
"Je suis dèsolè." Morris answered in French. Brianna knew that his mother tongue was English, like hers.
"No problem." she answered. He gave her his best smile.
"You are Brianna, right? You are the nurse from America. It's nice to have someone to talk about home." he said.
"Yes, I think so too. I speak French, but not very well." she answered. She couldn't say more, that was impossible.
"Do you want to have a coffee with me in the next days? I could teach you some French." he asked. Brianna nodded and Morris laughed. He passed her and went to the stairs. Brianna smiled to herself and went to the right room. It was Isabelle's room. She was a cute girl, who always made her day and Brianna and her mother had become good friends. Brianna opened the door.
"Guess who will drink coffee with the hot new doctor." she said and closed the door. At the same second he, the hot new doctor, had only one thought: She will be a nice new victim
Hope you like the beginning of the story. Please, please review. I'll update after at least 5 reviews. (More are better, because I write faster then, lol) I thought Paris would be a nice setting. The sights, old memories and new one will be made.
I know that many are waiting for an update of my fan-fiction "Life is changing" and I have to admit: I began the 16th chapter, but I have some writing blockades. It may take some time.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, but all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine.