Ghosts Chapter 1: Prologue, a NCIS + Sherlock Crossover fanfic

My memory plays through my head about my life, as well as my favorite song by Ellie Goulding…yes, I even remember things that aren't relevant, but I'll explain why later. Beggars can't be choosers…here's my life story…my autobiography…the introduction…my supposed epitaph…I'm dying…

"You trembled like you'd seen a ghost
And I gave in
I lack the things you need the most, you said where have you been"

This morning I woke up thinking about my dead friends…wondering if I would ever get over their absence. I would even see their "ghosts" and talk to them. Don't worry, I have a good therapist. I always go through the memory roster and end up with Sherlock Holmes. He was a…I'm trying to figure out what we were to each other…In London, where I met Sherlock, I knew I was friends with John Watson. I knew I wanted to protect Molly from the assassins. I knew Mrs. Hudson worried over the frail girl who was framed for her friend's murder…I knew Lestrade thought I was the culprit…I knew Mycroft thought I was a idiot…Long story.

I was Sherlock's client and he was my private detective. I've end up mulling over his suicide and tried to figure out why he jumped off a building…

"You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide
I wonder why
I remind you of the days you poured your heart into
But you never tried
I've fallen from grace
Took a blow to my face
I've loved and I've lost
I've loved and I've lost"

I know what you're thinking; what a dark and obsessive woman. Well, I use to be cheerful and innocent. I used to be a top-notch NCIS agent. I was great. My twin brother and I were the best and youngest interns. We got into NCIS mostly on luck. Thank God, because it was the best and worst thing I've done. I've been shot at, tortured, and going through emotional breakdowns because of it. I also found my irreplaceable surrogate family. I loved the job because my boss was—is my God father Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I usually call him "Uncle Jethro", "sir", or "Gibbs" for short.

My brother and I were inspired as old teens to join when he and his team investigated our grandfather's murder which I've witnessed. Luckily, we managed to get into NCIS. Even saw some old faces like agent Tony DiNozzio and Kate Todd. Tony is the big goofy one in my team. He's a womanizer, but a damn good man. He's also my surrogate big brother; teaching and teasing me to no end. Kate Todd, is the rational and perfect older sister to me. She always tried to teach me everything, even though she had to learn a thing or two with us. But she would never admit she's wrong. She one of the friends I lost.

"Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same
It will never be the same"

Ziva David came along…at first I despised her for defending Ari Haswari. Ari held Kate captive twice, and killed her when he was trying to kill Gibbs. He shot poor Gerald when he held him and Ducky hostage along with Kate. He tried killing my team, even Abby. He tried killing me in my own apartment as he taunted me—

I'm getting off topic. Ari was not the last monster I had to deal with or had been affected by.

I came to love Ziva. She became a big, protective sister to me. I used to fear her, but then I overcame that fear and found a partner. We were opposites, to be honest, but we fit together in the team so well. She is my friend…just like the others. She helps me with my problems of learning how to be a better agent, as I help her understand her own skeletons in the closet. We all have them you know. Everything changed when Kate died…I thought I would hate it…like when someone tries to clean my desk and I freak out because…this is the worst metaphor ever. But I have another sister now…I also lost one…

"You left my soul bleeding in the dark
So you could be king
The rules you set are still untold to me and I lost my faith in everything
The nights you could cope, your intentions were gold
But the mountains will shake
I need to know I can still make"

Wow…I have so many issues…I'm broken. Damaged. I'm too emotional to witness and investigate murders. But I do it. I go through too much that I want to forget, but I can't forget. My foundation is shaken multiple times…I'm not the innocent young woman I once was…I still cling to that but...it's hard. It's easier when I'm not alone. My friends remind me of who I am.

"Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same"

Tim McGee. He is sweet, and if I didn't love him so much as a friend and partner, I would probably have married him. We're writers and we are the innocent kids trying to learn the ropes. I met him through Abby first. She is my best friend. I love like a sister and try to protect her. Why the family terms…Gibbs's team is a family. I knew Abby before NCIS. Long story that included bowling and shoes. Don't ask. She was my roommate in an apartment. I moved out after…Sherlock…It was a stupid way to cope.

"And as the floods move in
And your body starts to sink
I was the last thing on your mind
I know you better than you think"

Dr. Mallard. I could listen to him all day. He has hundreds of amazing stories and great memory like me. I'm hyperthymestic. I have a highly superior autobiographical memory. It's a psychological burden and gift. That's why you've been hearing about so many memories. Lately, it's been hell…it's the reason I first left NCIS because…this is hard to say…image a movie reel playing all your memories throughout your mind 24/7 and it changes to connect with a current focus…like if you talk about art I will remember all of the times I've painted, all the art I've witnessed, etc. Well, this sometimes causes me to be lost in memories…I space out—freeze up—"faz out". It happened when Mike Franks, old family friend, my Uncle Jethro's mentor was attacked by the port-to-port killer…I wasn't able to shoot the attacker…I spaced out and Mike was killed. I still carry that guilt…only one person knows about it. Not even my therapist, Dr. Cranston, who was Kate's sister, knows. Sherlock knew. He figured it out…I miss him. I'm falling into a depression again…Let's keep moving.

"'Cause it's simple darling, I gave you a warning
Now everything you own is falling from the sky in pieces
So watch them fall with you, in slow motion
I pray that you will find peace of mind
And I'll find you another time
I'll love you, another time"

Jimmy Palmer…he's sweet too. Awkward, and so naïve. I try to protect him like Abby, I'm the big to sister to them…it's his wedding today…I wish I was there…good luck Jimmy.

My family…my mom had me and my brother when she was young. She was friends with Shannon and she knew Gibbs. Same old story; my biological father didn't want my brother and me…I found out he mainly didn't want a daughter. Yes, just like my co-workers, I have father issues. Go figure. My father, step-father, is a great man…but he didn't come along till later. I have three little half-siblings—Allie, Armondo, and Rosie…I love them so much…Gibbs was my father figure for my earliest years along with my grandfather. Gibbs is still my father figure, especially in NCIS.

My twin…Trent is my opposite…he's perfect. He's sarcastically hilarious, a genius, and strong…Yang. I'm Yin…I'm scared right now, you have no idea. I just thought you wanted to know. I'm going through my life story so quickly, that me running down some stairs seems like I'm traveling in slow motion…confused? Keep listening. I don't even know who I'm relaying this too…myself? A God? Maybe this is a coping mechanism. I make no sense. My mind is cluttered like an over-filled hard drive…Sherlock explained this to me when we texted.

"Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same"

You see, right now, I'm running out of NCIS because there's a bomb that's going to go off. As I'm running my hyperthymestic syndrome is hard at work remembering everything about myself, my job; the important aspects. Even that song is so important because it summarizes everything. Told you I was a writer/artist—okay I write journals about my memories and use art as an emotional outlet. Oh yeah, I play the violin and love to read too. Just thought you wanted to know everything.

I run down the stairs as quickly as I could. I felt fear propel me over each step with dangerous speed. I went against the urge to run back up and make sure everyone was out. I was running down the third flight of stairs when I was about to turn around and make sure Trent and the others were out—then there was a loud explosion as the building shook. I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs as pieces of the ceiling rained down on me. When the torturous rolling ended, my head smacked against the floor and I blacked out…

I'm Baaack! I know I said I wouldn't make a sequel. This is more of a one-shot like ff. Not a sequel. I will never call it a sequel because of the sequel curse. If you're new to this story, you should probably read Seeds of Murder, which will explain a lot. Looks like Angel is back at NCIS. Yay! I'm so nervous, I hope no one hates me for posting this when I said Seeds of Murder wouldn't be continued...ahh!

Sorry for not adding these bits of info in, but my laptop was going insane. At least I can tell you now, that this scene is based at the exciting end of the NCIS episode "Till Death Do Us Part". I love that episode. If the grammar is bad I do apologize, but again, this laptop is possessed by an evil spirit.

Please r&r. Again, if you're new to this. Reading my other ff will help. I hope you all like this.