No POV for the whole story
In the woods
Three girls, all high-schoolers and dressed in jeans and t-shirts for their hike through the woods.
The youngest and shortest, with black hair tied back in a high pony tail, whines at the next tallest and oldest, "Kristi, please let us take a breather! This is supposed to be relaxing, not a freaking workout!"
The oldest, a brunette with highlighted hair cut down at her shoulders, glares half-heartedly at her friend. "We need to find that camera, and those tracks, before the sun goes down, Soph. If you were going to whine about it, then you should've stayed back at my house like I told you to."
The last one, and the tallest with blonde hair in a low pony tail down to her waist sighs. "Guys, just drop it. Soph, you agreed to this, so you shouldn't be complaining."
Sophia, with an annoyed grumble, leans up against the nearest tree. "You guys are ganging up on me!"
"No, we're giving you a life lesson," Kristi growls, before turning around to walk almost silently down the path once more. "Stay there if you want, I'm gonna keep going. If you don't want to follow along, then follow the path back to my house. I have my phone and a weapon, so I'll be fine."
Without them following her, she travels on for another twenty minutes through the woods, following the path before she comes to a barbed wire fence, where a stench alerts her to something horribly wrong. Covering her nose and mouth with one hand, she pulls out her mother's nine millimeter handgun and takes another, more careful look at her surroundings. The coppery undertone is an unfamiliar one to her, but she can take a wild guess that it shouldn't be there, and then recalls a stench from the butcher shop.
Spying the old trash heap, with an unfamiliar brown stain that hadn't been there before, she pads over carefully, realizing the smell is getting stronger the closer she gets. When she gets within a few yards of the heap, she wants to be sick, but feels utterly numb, like always.
A body, dressed in a formal uniform, covered in blood several days old, eyes staring directly into hers, his throat slashed, lies there on her property. She pulls out her phone, and dials for the police.
"911, what's you're emergency?"
"I've found a body on my property, dressed in a navy uniform," she answers numbly.
Clicking on the other end alerts her to some sort of action taking place. "Alright, miss, what's your name and address, and where is the body?"
"My name is Kristiana Anderson, I live-"
A gasp from the operator interrupts her. "Miss, it's alright, we know where that is, authorities are on their way now. Is there anyone else with you?"
"Two of my friends, they are either farther back on the trail, or they went back to the house."
"Okay, just stay on the line with me," she orders Kristi.
At NCIS
Taking careful aim, Tony throws another paper ball at Bishop, deep in thought until his distraction. "DiNozzo!" she yells in frustration, sending a glare his way across the office.
He smiles in what he would call a 'winning' manner at her. "You were thinking too hard, Bishop."
She picks up the paper ball off her desk and throws it back at him. "Well, DiNozzo, I was thinking of a recently wrapped up case by the FBI, about a girl who was recently orphaned. It was just after her eighteenth birthday, and she was the prime suspect the entire time, did you know that?"
McGee perks up at the mention of the case. "You mean the Double Anderson Homicide that Fornell investigated last month?"
She nods. "That one. I just finished reading the news reports, and apparently the daughter had an alibi he hadn't been paying attention to the entire time. Apparently, she seems to be a bit detached from reality, almost like she's… the perfect psychopath. It's no wonder Fornell was so focused on her as the killer, I mean, just look at her picture," she comments as she puts up a picture on the plasma.
A girl with dark brown hair, highlighted with blonde, nearly white streaks, down to her shoulders, bangs nearly covering one of her eyes, a dark hazel, haunted and cold. Tony, rising out of his seat to look, gets a shiver simply looking at her. "Yeesh, I wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley without my sidearm. Girl looks like she could kill just with a glance."
Bishop glares at the back of his head. "Yeah, which makes it no wonder that Fornell made her the prime suspect of his investigation. Not to mention she had everything to gain, since she was an only child, and was conveniently eighteen just before the murders of her parents took place."
Gibbs walks into the squad room, flipping his phone shut as he passes between Bishop's and DiNozzo's desks. "Gear up, dead navy Lieutenant in Northern Virginia at the Anderson house," he informs them, pulling his gun out of his desk, and walking over to Bishop. "And Bishop?"
"Yeah Gibbs?" she asks as she grabs her bag.
He gives her a stern look. "She would give up all that she has now if she could have her parents back for even another day."
She stares at him, gaping open-mouthed for a moment, before realizing that the rest of the team is already at the elevator. Rushing to make it to join them, she stands next to Gibbs, staring at him again, as she notices Tony and McGee doing the same. "How do you know that, Boss?" McGee asks, although hesitant.
He glances around at each of them, then shakes his head. "Because when I interrogated her for Fornell, that's what she told me, multiple times."
"And you believe her?" Tony asks, incredulous. "There's no way."
"Well, DiNozzo, considering that the person came back and nearly killed her a few days later right in front of me, yeah, I believe her." He sighs as the elevator doors open. "And just so you know, you wouldn't even stand a chance in a fight against her, if it's to the death."
They all trade looks. "Is that from experience?" McGee finally asks.
Gibbs sets his shoulders stiffly. "I had to testify in her favor to prove that she fought and killed in self-defense against her parents' murderer for Fornell and to exonerate her. At least she'll be on familiar territory with me this time around."
Okay, rough start, but what the hey, I love the series, and wanted to get into writing for it. So here goes nothing!
I do not own NCIS.