A/N: Hey, everyone this is my first NCIS Fic. So I'm still trying to get the characters down that why its told from an ocs P.O.V please review and try to help me get the characters voices down. Thank you
Warning: this is a death Fic.
Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine if it was Kate and Jenny would have never died
Prologue
Starr Davenport's P.O.V
Rain pounded the pavement, as I ran as fast as my short legs could carry me. My partner Jemma Bruffy on my heels. My gun was drawn, and I was sure to keep my steeps balanced just as Jemma had taught me. We could see Petty Officer Blake Johnson about 10 feet in front of us; he was wanted for the murder of his shipmate Petty Officer Jack O'Connor. We had just gone to arrest him when he decided to go on a run, lucky for us.
"Where the hell are you Zack?" Jemma gasped into her microphone Zack's voice crackled over my earpiece he too sounded out of breath
"almost there my loyal SFA Jemma" I rolled my eyes and tried to think of a comeback to help Jemma against our "evil team leader" as we lovingly called him when Blake stopped dead in his tracks and whirled around I slowed my pace and raised my gun as I realized his gun was pointed right at me.
"NCIS DROP YOU WEAPON" Jemma yelled from right beside me
"I don't think so my dear Jemma" he said his voice way too calm for him running roughly two miles I quickly aimed and pulled the trigger lodging two in his chest I saw his eyes hardened in anger, as he went down I saw two flashes from his gun instinctively I dropped to the ground.
"Jemma? Starr? Are you two ok?" Zack said from over the earpiece his voice full of concern I sat up and groaned at the pain in my chin from my sudden meeting with the ground, expecting Jemma to respond to Zack I sat stayed quiet, after a second of silence I looked over to where Jemma laid face down on the ground. My blood froze as I crawled over to her "Starr? Was that you? Are you two ok? Jemma? ONE OF YOU BETTER RESPOND!" Zack shouted over the earpiece I knew that I should respond but I was too shocked. I gently rolled Jemma onto her back. I had to stifle a gasp as I saw two bullet holes in her chest. "Special Agents Davenport and Bruffy please respond, I….I…can't lose both of you" Zack voice crackled over the earpiece again I reached a trembling hand to Jemma's neck tears forming in my eyes. I forced my fingers to stop trembling and looked for a pulse. I almost cried in relief as I found a one it was faint but it was there. Suddenly Jemma's eyes fluttered open she looked around quickly before locking her brown eyes with my green ones.
"Starr…" Jemma croaked
"Jemma is that you? Thank god, Is Starr hurt I'm still a few minutes out and an ambulance is on its way just hold on " Zack said his voice filled with relief I pulled off my jacket and pressed it on Jemma's wounds while wanting to hit myself for not doing it sooner.
"Starr," Jemma said again this time her voice stronger. I wanted to respond but I was shocked into silence Jemma shakily reached up to her neck and unclipped the wooden star necklace I knew she always wore. she held out her hand for one of mine her hand was shaking badly and her breathes were coming in short gasps so I quickly complied "Th- This is now yurs" she said struggling to speak then pressed the star into my hand "it's been passed down from…." She drew as deep a breath as she could manage before she continued " from agent to agent in MCRT for longer than Zack's time….before you wear it you need to know who wore it and what they went through" Jemma's eyes glazed over slightly and I saw Zack's car barreling down the ally towards us. Jemma looked like she wanted to say something but quickly changed what it was "goodbye Starry, don't be too mean to the new Probie" she said and drew in another strained breath
"JEMMA! NO!" Zack yelled and jumped out of his car barely putting it into park he dashed to his fallen SFA "no, Jemma come on you know the rules you can't give it away until you leave for good" Zack said who had clearly been listening to our conversation on his dash over here. Jemma's eyes widened like she wanted to say something but her body suddenly jerked and her eyes glazed over my vision got blurry as I saw the oh too familiar spark of humor in Jemma eyes fade.
I was sitting in the waiting room in the hospital. It seemed like a sick joke sticking us in the waiting room as if there was some hope left that Jemma would spring back to life. I knew Jemma was dead the paramedics called it once they got there. However, since our M.E had left for Italy a mere two hours ago and his replacement was unreachable. Zack begrudgingly let them take Jemma to the Bethesda morgue until our M.E could be reached too shocked to think I merely followed Zack into his car and we drove here waiting to hear from our M.E since Zack refused to leave Jemma until she was safely back in our hands.
"Hey, Agent Davenport can I see that please" said an incredulity familiar voice I glanced up and saw Director McGee. He looked at me confused as I just started numbly up at him. Finally, he sighed and crouched down and softly pried my fingers away the necklace I hadn't realized I had been gripping so tight my knuckles turned white. I released my fingers and allowed him to take it from me I saw him peer closely at the edge of the star. The edges were about half an inch wide and I could barely make out what looked like scratches on the side the director was peering at. I saw his eyes soften as he ran his finger over the scratches. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed; "I never did see who Bishop gave it too" the director murmured to himself then gave it back to me and walked away without another word. Confused and needing to focus on anything other than the awful turn of events in front of me I glanced down at the scratches. As I looked, closer I saw they were letters…no not just letters, initials they were carved in to the side all neatly in a line. suddenly Jemma's words echoed in my ears " from agent to agent in MCRT for longer than Zack's time….before you wear it you need to know who wore it and what they went through". I ran my thumb over the initials as I read them
K.T
Z.D
T.D
T.M
E.B
J.B
My thumb hovered over the last one Jemma Bruffy I thought sadly I looked at the other ones trying to force myself to recognize them, two really stuck out to me E.B and T.M I willed myself to remember them when Zack's cellphone's piercing ring shook me from my thoughts I sighed and slipped the necklace in my pocket. I would find out later right now I had to stay in the present for Jemma no matter how much it hurt
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