"Jeez, cut the crap and get to the point, McGee!" Gibbs said, very irritated. I sighed in exasperation. A serial killer was on the loose, and we're all standing around here like idiots- wait, I stand corrected. My dad IS an idiot! I'm Alexis DiNozzo, daughter of Tony DiNozzo. I'm the youngest on the NCIS team.
"As I was saying, we have no leads. If we-" McGee was interrupted by Gibbs again. "We have another victim! Move, MOVE!" I grabbed my camera, sketch pad, samples kit, and my emergency gun. I ran to the elevator and stood next to dad. "So, ya think it's the same guy? This is the fith kill this week!" Dad was exausted. "Most likely, Dad. This guy can kill in less than 48 hours; it's only Wedsday!" I sighed.
It was definately the same guy. Gunshot wounds to his head, chest, and stab wound to his stomach. I had to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach. It's terrible how people kill for their own pleasure. I shook my head and stood up. Out of the corner of my eye, In saw a flash of gold, red, and black. I quickly took out my gun and followed. "Hey! NCIS! Stop right there!" I yelled. The boy stopped; he looked short. He was probaly 11? 12? The boy continued running once I ran towards him.
I huffed as I continued to chase the kid. How could he be so fast? I gasped as I saw him jump onto a tree. My dad and his crew was surrounding the tree. The kid's golden eyes seemed to be full of fear and hatred. "Hey, come down. We just want to talk to you! We arn't going to hurt you." I reassured him. He seemed to buy it. The kid jumped down from his spot on the tree. My dad quickly put him in handcuffs. "Hey! Lemme go!" The kid screamed. "Alexis, I want you to keep an eye on him." Gibbs said, walking up to me. "Sure thing, Boss!" I said as I climbed into the back of the van with the kid.
The whole ride was silent. Once we got out, though, the kid started struggling to get free. "Calm down, kid. I said we wanted to talk to you, and I said the truth." I told him. "By the way, name's Alexis DiNozzo. Would you tell me your name?" I asked the boy. "Edward. Edward Elric. Call me Ed." The kid said bluntly. "How old are you?" I asked; I was curious. "...16..." Ed mumbled. "Really? But you're so short!" I exclaimed. Bad idea. "WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT I CAN'T BE SEEEN UNDER A MICROSCOPE?!" He screamed. Dad came in at that exact moment. "Woah! Kid, calm down!!" Dad gave me his 'What's you do?' look. I gave him my 'I did nothing!' look.
"Ed, we're going to have to keep you here 'till we rule you out as a suspect." I said to him. "Wait- What?! I have better things to do than sit here! I need to find my little brother!" Ed protested. I then had an idea. "Hey, if you give me your brother's description, I might be able to find him while on this case!" I suggested. Ed seemed to like that idea. "Alphonse is about 5'3, has golden hair like mine, only a bit darker, has a blue coat like mine, and has golden eyes exactly like mine. He's a year younger than me."
"Thank you." I said as I scribbled down the last of the description. "We'll be on the lookout!"
