6 months ago
Anthony DiNozzo walked in from the elevator and whistled while he walked happily over to his desk. But he was faced with a surprise when he got there. A girl with blonde, wavy hair pulled into a ponytail was sitting there in his place. He stood in front of her and glared down his nose at her. She was on his computer. DiNozzo coughed.
"Excuse me." he said staring at her with a smile. DiNozzo was always nice to pretty girls. "That is my desk that you're sitting at. And I also believe that that is my computer that you are on and how did you even get in to it in the first place?" The girl stared at him for a minute evaluating him. Then she shook her head and exited out of whatever she was doing on Tony's computer.
"I'm Emmy Clark and I'm waiting for Special Agent Gibbs." She said matter-o-factly. " Oh and I'm here to pay Abby a visit. Although we'll see if she remembers me." she added with a smile.
"Okay. I'm Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo this is Special Agent Ziva David and Special Agent Timothy McGee." DiNozzo said pointing out Ziva and McGee who were sitting at the other two desks. McGee smiled broadly at her and waved and Ziva nodded. Ziva was slow to trust.
"Yeah I don't need the introductions. I already know you guys. I have worked here ever since Agent McGee got transferred from the nerd branch. That's where I work now and I have to tell you it is SO nice to be around real people for a change. Or at least people who don't stare at me all day long or talk about nothing but computers." Emmy said. DiNozzo and McGee's heads snapped up and Ziva rolled her eyes at them.
Emmy was particularly pretty though. Besides her gorgeous hair her eyes were alarmingly green and shined. Her face was delicate and strong at the same time. She worked with computers too, since she was in the "nerd branch". DiNozzo was surprised but still, pretty AND smart? What could be better?
"Why do you need to see Agent Gibbs?" DiNozzo asked working hard to try and charm Emmy. Emmy was taken aback. She laughed.
"Yeah, first, girls with brains like mine don't date guys with egos like yours. So you can give up trying to flirt with me, Agent DiNozzo." Emmy said. DiNozzo frowned. Most girls were always charmed by him. Ziva chuckled under her breath. " And second of all, Gibbs is going to come storming in here at any second telling you that there is a 13 year old girl who has been attacked and her father is a very important officer of the navy. Any more questions?" Emmy's confidence seemed to be radiating off of her body.
DiNozzo stared at her with a very judgmental look. McGee had his eyebrows raised and his eyes were about as big as tennis balls.
"Listen, Ms. Clark," DiNozzo said staring into Emmys eyes with an angry expression. "I'm Senior Field Agent here and I'm afraid I'm guna' have to tell you to go back to where you came from. And next time you have to deal with Agents you might want to be a little more respectful." Tony wasn't mad. He just found the girl highly annoying and rude and he wanted to put her in her place. Emmy smiled in a very annoyed fashion.
"Well Agent DiNozzo I'm afraid that I am going to stay right here until Agent Gibbs comes and tells you all to get your gear. Then I'm going to be cordially inviting myself to say 'I told you so'. " Tony looked surprised. But Emmy wasn't finished. "And next time you deal with people whose I.Q. is significantly higher than yours, you might want to try treating them as though they're your boss, because chances are, they will be someday." Emmy finished her speech with a huff, put her hands on her hips and walked towards Gibbs desk, leaving Tony standing there with a perplexed look on his face. McGee watched her as she went with a smile on his face. Ziva looked impressed.
The elevator doors opened and Gibbs walked out with his normal angry look. He had his usual black coffee clutched in his hand as well. Emmy was standing there with an expectant look on her face, waiting for the words that knew were going to come out of his mouth at any moment.
"Grab your gear." Gibbs said. DiNozzo was now extremely annoyed, especially after Emmy passed him with an extremely smug smile on her face and whispered 'I told you so' under her breath. His face was now hardened with annoyance and Ziva took one look at him and laughed.
"I hate that girl." he said glaring after her as she was speaking to Gibbs. Ziva chuckled.
"And why would that be Tony?" She said, still with a smile spread across her face. "Because she's smarter than you? Because she's stronger than you?" Tony's lip twitched.
Present Day
Special Agent Emmy Clark was enjoying a restful night off from her job at the Naval Criminal Investigative Services, or NCIS for short. Agent Clark was pretty young to be an agent but her age didn't bother her boss or any of her coworkers. She was only 26 but in her opinion she was a very smart and very capable agent.
Her usually wavy, golden hair was wet and pulled up into a high ponytail. Her beautiful, unbelievably green eyes were drowsy and had sort of glazed look over them. She was in her pajamas and robe and was watching TV on her comfy, plush couch. She yawned and got up from her cozy spot to brew some tea. She walked around her kitchen, grabbing a cup and a tea bag and putting a pot of water on her stove. She started to turn around to make some popcorn as her dinner because she didn't want to cook.
When she did, she saw a black figure in front of her. A man was standing there dressed in all black and wearing a ski mask. He had a gun pointed at her. As soon as Emmy saw it she sprung into action. She kicked the gun out of the man's hand and prepared to fight. He stumbled back and when Emmy saw his hand again there was a knife in it. She wasn't ready for it and he lunged at her. The assailant's knife plunged through her skin and into her side. Emmy stumbled back. When she came to her senses the assailant had sprinted out of her house. Emmy was leaning on the counter. She needed to call Special Agent Timothy McGee. Tim was Emmy's boyfriend but he was also an amazing agent. She desperately needed his help. She scrambled for her phone and shakily dialed his number.
"Hello?" he said when he picked up. Emmy gasped.
"Tim, I've been attacked. Someone stabbed me. I need your help." She said and she could almost hear McGee's worry over the phone. She could hear him gasp.
"Oh God Emmy. I'll call the hospital and I'll be there as quick as I can. Just stay on the phone with me okay?" he was panicking. Emmy knew it. She tried to talk but couldn't. She was seeing white lights in front of her eyes.
"Tim," she whispered to him. "I see light. Please, please hurry Tim." She could hear McGee screaming at her into the phone but she fell on to her kitchen floor anyways.
Special Agent Timothy McGee stared at the phone. His face was etched with worry. McGee was somebody who would remind you of a teddy bear and the instant you saw him you would want to pinch his cheeks and give him a hug. His dirty blonde hair was cut short and his eyes were a dull, but pretty green. He and Agent Clark had been dating for some time and he always worried about her. Right now, Tim knew Emmy was hurt and he was completely panicking. He called Gibbs.
"Gibbs. Emmy's been stabbed and I'm heading to her house. The ambulance is on its way over there. We need a team of agents over there NOW!" he shouted into phone. When he pulled up to Emmy's house his car screeched to a stop. He sprinted out of the car and up her steps. He grabbed the knob and found the door open.
He pulled out his gun. He knew he shouldn't go in without backup but in his point of view this wasn't a time for him to be careful. He went into Emmy's house silently and scanned the whole thing before going to the kitchen. When he saw Emmy lying on the ground in blood soaked pajamas and a knife sticking out of her side he ran to her and bent down.
"Emmy, Emmy!" He was feeling around her neck trying desperately to find her pulse. Emmy stirred and as soon as her eyes opened a look of unbearable pain appeared on her face. She reached for McGee's hand and squeezed it.
"Tim, Tim. It hurts so bad." Emmy said with a tear sliding down her cheek. "Please Tim just get the knife out. Please." She was sobbing now. McGee knew he couldn't do what she wanted. He reached up to Emmy's counter to grab the towel that was sitting on it. He dabbed around the knife trying to soak up some of the blood.
"Emmy, sweetie I can't. You will die. I can't let you die Emmy. I need you to live." McGee said. He heard sirens outside and prayed they were for Emmy, who was still sobbing into his shoulder.