Special Agent: Edward Elric

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood – NCIS

Genre: Humor, Crime, Drama, Romance, Family, Adventure, Friendship

Pairing: none at the moment.

Warning: sometimes OOC, Grammatical Error, Structure, Un-Beta-ed.

This fanfic muse comes after reads NCIS x FMA fanfics, as well as certain HP x FMA fanfics with 'Mystery Man' as the title. Therefore, I shall write:

Desclaimer: NCIS, FMA nor most of the ideas are mine. But somehow, I'll manage to pull my own style n twist here….I hope.

Chapter 1

============================Memory lane===============================

"This is my payment," Ed slapped his door of Alchemy, which was looming-floating-behind him proudly, "This should be enough as the price of Al's body."

Truth's grin turn downright mischievous than before. "Why, sacrificing the only thing that will make you special. You'll be ordinary human once you give up your door, Mr. Al-che-mist~"

"Don't underestimate us, humans, Truth. I may be an ordinary human who have no alchemy later, but I still can survive in this world," Ed replied casually, "Therefore, I don't feel like I'll on the down side from this deal. Admit it, Truth, I win," He finish with triumphant smirk.

If Truth had eyes, Truth would be blinking owlishly. But since it's truth, It only cackled madly. "You are right, Mr. Alchemist!" It voice boomed in the vast white room.

Edward frowned, he could hear 'but' next.

"BUT!" Truth said happily.

Ed's frown deepened.

"It's my call to choose what payment you shall pay, Mr. Al-che-mist~," Its' grin, if its possible, grew wider than before once he saw his little toy horrid expression.

Ed took a deep breath to hold his anger. With shaky voice, he asked the Truth, "What…do you want…."

Truth's grin dropped slightly, "What? No fighting? Where's your spirit like last time, Mr. Alchemist, hm?" It asked, a bit disappointed…maybe.

"If that means I can get Al back, I'll do it," Ed answered him stiffly.

"Hmm hmm…." Truth tilt his head to its' right, "Ah well, here's the deal~! I'll give your brother back and the flame guy's sight…for some price~"

"Some-?"

"YOU!" It cut Edward's protests, "Will be sent into another dimension, you'll be...let's just say, my avatar."

"But that means-!"

"I'll let you stay in your world for few hours to say goodbye, Mr. Al-che-mist~" with a snap, the door opened, and lots of black hands pull one Edward Elric back to his own world.

"Hey-!" Ed screamed, surprised, "Wait-!" He wiggled furiously. "TRUTH!" he saw Truth waved at him merrily, right before the door closed, he could hear Truth's voice: "See you in 2 hours, Mr. Al-che-mist~"

============================End Memory Lane============================

Washington D.C.

"Sir," someone called.

The person who was called groaned in annoyance. "Go away…," he mumbled lazily.

"Sir, you have meeting with the Director of NCIS in an hour," said the voice again, sharply.

"Ugh, five minutes…" he yawned, "…Garry…"

The man, Garry, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Sir, you wont make it if you don't wake up now, beside…you've said that…five minutes ago." Nothing changes from his superior officer, Garry, a nick name he received from the man in front of him, twitched, "Sir, raise your head from that desk, tidy up, and prepare your meeting. Or I'll shoot you," he said sternly.

The said Man groaned again, "Oh alright, alright…." He raised his head and then rubs his eyes. "Man…you sound like Hawkeye just now," he mumbled.

"Again sir, I really don't know any Hawkeye as your assistant before-"

"Oh, she's not mine, she was that bastard's…," said the Man again.

Garry sweat dropped, "Seriously, Sir, I'm sure we have neither guards nor maids named Hawkeye before. And I don't think a gentle man like you call people such a name," he deadpanned.

The man grinned ruefully, "Of course~," he said happily as he stand up from his seat.

Garry eyes followed his superior officer warily. "Sir, are you really going like that? Your hair is a mess."

Boyish smile adorned the man face, "Silly Garry, of course not. I, for once in my life, do not wish to get my self, court marshaled. Don't get me wrong, I'm in no military, as you can see…but since its NAVY, I guess everything is possible. Beside, I, of course, do not want to ruin my image."

The 38th year old man rolled his eyes. "What image?" Garry said straight faced, trying so hard not to chuckle.

"Why, my manly, bad-ass, and absolutely professional, young, Super Duper Special Multi-talented Agent image~!" he replied good naturedly.

Garry snorted. "You're hardly young." His eyes run up and down toward his superior, "And you're absolutely not manly enough to be a bad ass."

"Hey watch it," the man said humorously, "Even in my old days like this, I'm absolutely stunning and easy to impress lady. Not to mention I can kick asses."

His assistant shook his head. "Whatever you say Sir. You ready to go?" he asked him as the man finish braiding his hair.

"Yes."

"Good."

"Lead the way, Garrison~!" said the special Agent.

Garry smiled. "Of course…"

Gibbs shook his head as Vance said that he had to become tour-guide to one new special agent that will come tomorrow. "Seriously, Leon, can't you…you know?"

"Gibbs, you know how he is," Vance replied without see his subordinate's eyes.

Gibbs sighed in defeat. "He's back. He is seriously, back."

"Uhuh….," was Vance only reply as he signed another documents.

"Damn. Ducky wasn't joking….."

"You better start take the fact now than later," Vance said as he eyed Gibbs' troubled expression, "You know what kind of trouble he can get…well, he get for you and your team, that is."

Gibbs only groaned before start scowling and left Vance alone.

Vance snickered slightly before back to his own business.

Low-braid hair in the color of summer sun, golden eyes shone brightly, skin lightly kissed by the sun adding his handsome feature, as well as his full pinkish lips. No baby-fat present on his face or other body parts. No facial hair too. White short-sleeved-shirt was hugging his fit, slim, swimmer-muscled body perfectly. Black stylish trouser and black combat boots, black-vest and a black tie to complete today's style.

He was pretty handsome. Well, Pretty and Handsome.

On his left hand, he had a brown large envelope while on the other hand he had his coffee, black of course. He hummed a light tune as he walk happily, bouncing on his toes as most people said. He nodded his head and gave a small, happy, smile every time he passed acquaintances of his.

They gave him the same courtesy and then hurriedly away from the man's path, no small talk thought…they knew if he's here that mean one thing: busy days, weeks, months…even years ahead. Well, actually you could say that they're actually run away from one Edward Elric, Special Agent Extraordinaire. Seriously, behind all those laid-back character that he eventually grew after years in this world, he's quite the slave-driver: Finish your work till its done, then you can have your well-earned holiday…whenever it takes to finish them. Well, you get the drill.

Enough about that, lets get back to what Sir Edward Elric doing, as he walked out from the lift into THE bullpen, the infamous Gibbs' Team desks.

Ed smirked as he saw Gibbs massaged his temple as his teams reporting something from a case. Hands inside his pocket, a smirk still hang on his face; he walked silently then sipped his coffee. Then… "HELL-O~!" he said waaaaayyy too cheerful that made those four men and woman (almost) jumped on their shoe, "Gibbs~" finished Ed as he grinned at Gibbs.

The said silver-haired man face-palmed as he groaned, "Oh God…spare me…."

Now Dinozzo, McGee, and Ziva were eyeing their boss and the new comer in confusion.

TBC