NCIS Fanfiction:

Fleet week Murders of Navy on leave. Admiral McGee is in charge of the mean and takes it personally. Finally having enough after two murders he calls in his son. The very son he hasn't talked to in 7 yrs.

Chapter 0: It started with a bang

"Men, the first Fleet Week night begins in moments and that means there will be a lot of drinking and partying, I am no newbie to this so be safe and cautious" Admiral McGee said staring at the men at ease.

"Be safe and responsible I am not coming down to get anyone you out of jail this time" he pointedly looked at a few. This got a laugh out of several of the men. "Now enjoy your leave" This started a rush of things. Men and women started off the boat and Admiral McGee couldn't help but smile. He remembered being an officer and going out to enjoy fleet week. As an older man he kept to himself and liked to enjoy the peace and quiet rather than the drunken celebrations.

Admiral McGee slipped back into his quarters going over paperwork before putting it away and calling his daughter.

"hello?" a sleepy voice said.

"Sarah sorry I woke you. I can call later on"

"No daddy its ok-yawn-ay. Everything alright?"

"Yea…sweetie. I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine to me." she pushed.

"Your mother contacted me again and it has been rather tough trying to keep her away"

"oh…"

"How is he?"

"Tim, dad, his name is Tim" Sarah started "If you can't say his name maybe you shouldn't-"

"How is Tim?" the Admiral said

"He's doing great. I wish you would call him. I mean isn't that why you call so much half for me and half for Tim?"

"Sarah…"

"No dad listen… you messed up and it broke him, but he still wants to be perfect for you and if you put as much effort into having me talk about him into actually talking to him."

"I have to go"

"Daddy…" The admiral cut Sarah's comment off and hung up exhausted. He rubbed his temple and pinched his nose. It was hard for him to be compassionate to his son. He had never met a boy that seemed so sensitive and it as a Navy man men were meant to be tough. Timothy was not what he called tough.

…

Fleet Week was a busy time for the city it landed in, but the first night was always the busiest. It was a time to party, celebrate, and simply relax. Everyone was out for a good time both military personal and civilians. The navy men and women were going out to celebrate a much needed leave. The men and women were loud nothing could be heard over the groups of people. Everyone was having fun, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement. The clubs were full, but in an alley there lay one of their own. He lay limp his body twitching and groans of pain clear to the suspect, but not to moving traffic.

…

'what happened?' were his first thoughts when he came back from his blackout. He couldn't remember anything except buying himself a drink then being here in this nightmare. The world still slightly blurry but getting slowly clearer. Alarms were going off in his head to get up but his body wouldn't move except for the occasional twitching. A hand stroked his hair bringing him out of his own thoughts. Fear gripped his mind. His heart picking up.

'I shouldn't have gone clubbing. I should have stayed back on the ship.' He regretted his nights plans. The realization hit he was going to die because he wanted to have a little fun.

"Shhh darling don't worry." The sweet voice said. "I'm going to take care of you" For a moment the Navy officer felt a calm. He felt safe at those words. Maybe someone had beaten him up and now she was finding him.

'that has to be it' he thought.

Then he heard the click of a gun and that moment of security was gone.

The navy man watched as men and women walked by the alley. His body and mind unresponsive to the instinctual need to scream for help. He continued to lay on the dirty alley floor his only companion the person about to kill him.

"Are you scared?" she teased caressing the side of his face with the gun. She ignored the fact that the immobile man couldn't even open his mouth or move at all for that matter. "A big strong man like you?" She continued. "They say navy men never cry or show fear." She kicked the other's side several times waiting until she heard a cracking sound. She pulled his hair pulling his head back then smashing him back hard.

'whats going on? This isn't right. Why was I drugged? Why did she attack me?' He tried to remember what had lead up to this but all that came to mind was being on the ship then darkness.

"I hope you're scared like I was. I want you to hope for someone to come get you. All those people are walking by there just around the corner if only they turned their head you could be saved, but this isn't the first time I've done this. So I'll tell you navy boy they never look. So remember no one is going to save you. No one ever does."

-BANG!- the noise of the shot being covered up by cheers and excitement of the first night of fleet week.