Author's Note: Here is Past Meets Present. This may seem kind of sad or whatever emotions like it but I have been writing it for a while, trying to make it sound good. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I have no ownership over NCIS. Just Sarah, my OC.


The bullpen was unusually quiet. Sarah played on her laptop and listening to her iPod with one ear bud. Beside her, McGee was updating his computer. Tony was playing another one of those movie trivia games on his computer. Ziva was playing with one of her knifes. Gibbs and Fornell walked out of the elevator and into the bullpen, arguing the entire way.

"There is no way that is possible!"

"It is possible." Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the bickering agents. No one was about to get in the way. "I'm sorry Gibbs, but I have no other choice." Fornell ran up the stairs and into the director's office.

"Boss, what's going on?" McGee asked.

Gibbs sighed. "One of FBI's agents was murdered a week ago and Sarah is their prime suspect." Everyone turned and looked at Sarah.

Sarah stared back at them. "I didn't do anything," she stated but she was nervous about what was about to happen.

"How could she kill someone?" McGee said later when Gibbs joined Fornell in the director's office.

"Maybe she got mad at someone and let her instincts take over."

A paper wad sailed through the air and hit Tony in the face. "I can hear you, Tony." He stole a glance at her. "Do you really think I would kill someone, or do anything illegal at all?"

"Good point, but still." He tried to through the wad back and missed.

"Tony, stop it. I think she is capable but I don't think she would kill a federal agent."

"Thank you, Ziva. I'm glad someone is on my side."

"Sarah," Gibbs called from the staircase. She could tell he was serious so she got up and ran over to where he was waiting. "Let's go." She followed him to the elevator.

"Go where?"

"Where do you think?" Sarah let out the breath she didn't know she was holding as they got off the elevator and made their way to the interrogation room in the building. He left her alone in the room. Soon Fornell walked in. He didn't look like he was in a forgiving mood.

Fornell sat down across from her. "How did you do it?" was the first thing out of his mouth.

"How did I do what? You think I killed someone!" Fornell stared down at her. "Look, why would I do that? I love it here and I wouldn't do anything do get myself into trouble! I don't even know who you think I even killed!"

"Does Special Agent Gregg Mortor mean anything to you?"

Sarah just stared at him, wide-eyed. "You mean he's dead?" She buried her face in her arms on the table and kept telling herself it wasn't really happening. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. Fornell sat there and waited. He at first thought it was an act but decided otherwise. He worked with her long enough to know when she was faking it. Soon she wiped her face off with her sleeve. "I've worked with him many times before."

"What were you doing at his house recently?" Fornell pulled out photos and put them in front of her. "We found your prints there."

"That's not his house. It's his sister's." She paused. He looked at her and motioned her to go on. "They asked me to come over; they had some big news. Kristy told me she was pregnant and they both wanted me to be the godmother. I was so happy for them. She left for Pennsylvania to see her in-laws and spend some time with them and her husband. Gregg always offers to feed and walk their dog for them while they are out." She stood up and started pacing. "I have to call her. She needs to hear it from me."

After about a minute or so he asked, "Could you please sit down?" She stopped pacing and took her seat at the table. "We pulled the case file of the last case you and Gregg worked on." Fornell opened the file. Sarah took one look at the folder then looked away, focusing her attention at the mirror behind him. "It says you also worked with a Jessica Strait but we have been unable to find her."

"We never did find the guy," she said quietly. Tears slowly built up in her eyes.

Fornell went on. "We think that this case might be related to the current case."

"It's possible but I don't know how. That was years ago," she answered rather quietly. Gibbs noticed from the other side of the one-way glass the expression she wore on her face. She had also gone quiet, not usual for her. He knew it all too well.

"I need you to tell me what went on during that case," Fornell raised his voice as he leaned in toward her. A tear escaped and she looked down at the floor, trying to hold back.

Gibbs walked in the room. "We're done here," he said to Fornell.

"I'm not done yet." They both took one look at Sarah. "Fine, but I don't want her alone. She's still a suspect."

"Come on, Sarah." Sarah got up and ran downstairs. "Why did you bring that up?" he said when she was out of range.

"How was I supposed to know that I was going to strike a nerve with the case?"

"Obviously some part of that case seems to hurt her to think about it! Did you even read farther than the first page?"

Sarah walked into Autopsy. The tears were threatening to escape, but she was holding them back. Ducky glanced at her then turned to Palmer. "Mr. Palmer, would give us a moment?"

"Of course, Doctor." Palmer stepped out of the room.

"Come here my dear." Sarah leaned on Ducky and buried her face in his shoulder. Tears streamed down her face and onto Ducky's shirt, but he didn't mind. 'Whatever is going on, she needed to let it out,' he thought. Ducky wrapped his arms around her and tried to sooth her.


AN: I hope you like that for the first chapter! It kind of helps to read Young Revenge to know some background on Sarah. I would like to hear what you think so please hit that button at the bottom that says Review.
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