Now, if you read my new story 'You're not alone in this', you would've seen my message about my writers block for 'Slight Miscalculation', and if you read my latest story 'Zak', you would've seen my message about me either writing a Ninjago or a NCIS story to help me get my mojo back.
Decision made.
Warning: Seeing as this is a NCIS story, I don't really have to tell you that there'll be graphical violence. But I'm gonna tell you anyway. Graphical violence in this story.
Disclaimer: I don't, nor will I ever own NCIS. Though let's be honest, if a thirteen was in charge, all ratings would go down the drain.
Chapter 1: Sir?
Karen would've lied if she said that she took the job for the trills-since there were absolutely none. No, ever since she was a child she wanted to help people. Unfortunately, she couldn't handle the pressure of being a cop, and there was too much blood in being a nurse or doctor. So she had settled for answering 911 calls. And there were many, some fake, but the majority true.
In Washington, crime never sleeps
Which was why, at first, the call seemed no different than any other.
"911, please state your emergency."
'Help-please help. They've got me, back of the car, they've got me. They're gonna kill me, I know it, god please help.'
"Hold on sir, please speak clearly, what happened?"
'They came for me at home, I'm in the boot of their car, they're gonna kill me, please help me-please!'
"Sir, calm down, please, you're only going to-"
A scream.
Three gunshots.
The line went dead.
"Sir? Sir?"
Silence
Dead silence.
