What if McGee and Palmer had decided one night that the Real Life Super Heroes was something they wanted to get involved in? Idea from the S9E15 "Secrets". Here's a prologue to their adventures. I own nothing recognisable from NCIS.
The moon shone its pearly light down on Washington D.C., illuminating the puddles of rain gathering in the streets as the rain pounded down. In the various alleyways, rats and tramps scavenged for food or shelter from the weather – partaking in any activity that would help them cling onto their miserable lives for another night.
Andrew McCall was one of these unfortunates. His scraggly red hair lay plastered to his scalp while raindrops snaked through his dirty beard, the closest thing it had had to a wash since the last big storm, as he searched frantically through the nearest dumpster. Droplets of water dripped from the end of his hooked nose as he muttered, "Come on, must be something in here…"
Far above in the building behind him, a loud smash made Andrew jump and yelp as glass showered onto him. He had seconds to react as a large object fell from the third storey, the screams making him realise it was a person, and landed with a crash in the dumpster.
"Dark Sword, you okay?" came a panicked yell from the broken window above.
Crouching in the shadows, Andrew heard a groan emanating from the trash.
"Yeah… McGee, I think-"
"No, it's Warrior King!" The Voice yelled.
"Right… sorry… Warrior King, I'm a lot of pain down here…"
A few minutes later, one of the strangest sights Andrew had ever seen in his alley came running towards him. He watched, slack-jawed, as the strange man, presumably the owner of The Voice, dashed to the dumpster and leaned over the side.
"Just … grab my arm!"
"I'm trying, I think my leg's stuck in… I don't even want to think about what it's stuck in."
"Okay, just put your arms around my neck and I'll try and drag you out. Ow!"
"Sorry! I think I've got a hold."
"Ready?"
The first man heaved the injured one out and he collapsed on the street before staggering to his feet.
"I think my wrist is broken," he groaned.
The Voice sighed. "Okay, I'll drive you to the Emergency Room… we'd better stop at your apartment and pick up some clothes first."
"Ahh.. okay."
The two strange men hobbled away back down the alleyway, the moon shining down on their colourful Lycra costumes and glinting off of the injured man's glasses. Andrew blinked. It was times like these he wished he hadn't gone sober.
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