Auth Note: Here is my first ever fanfic, actually my first story since high school, which was like ten years ago, so please be gentle!
So this is chapter 1, not sure how far the story will go, depends on what everyone thinks I guess. Oh I do hope people read it, but I hope it doesn't suck... Yes I know it's short, sorry!
Um, I know the Kate not really dead thing's been done a lot already, but I thought for my first story a tried and true theme was best. So if it's not your cup of tea, or if you've already done this kind of story, sorry! I'm not trying to copy, honest! Just inspired by the idea. So thanks!
OK. This is me officially showing my L plates. I'm a beginner, so lots of constructive criticism would be totally loved, especially technical stuff that I could improve on. Thanks.
Um, people here seem to feel the need for a disclaimer, and who am I to question the masses, so here 'tis: I know I don't own any copyrights, I'm just a mega fan of NCIS, and have been inspired to write about it.
And the story begins...
Then Again
They had approached her four days ago, laying out all they had discovered about Ari, including some information that her team at NCIS would never know about. They described the devastation that Ari intended to cause, and it was horrific.
Then they asked her. They asked her to help them catch him. They asked her how far she would be willing to go to stop Ari. Of course she was willing to do almost anything to prevent what he had planned.
She didn't realise they were asking her to end her life.
The day she died was traumatic. To everyone on the team, but especially to her. To see the look of shock and grief on Tony's face when he realised, when he saw the bullet hole in her forehead, was pure agony for her. He would mourn her, he would be immobilised by grief and perhaps even misdirected guilt, and it would be her fault.
Her fault, because she chose this.
She agreed to the plan, the plan that would stop Ari, but would also end her life... And cause her team immense pain. She was starting to have some serious second thoughts about this, but of course it was too late.
The die had been cast, and she was dead.
Only, she wasn't.
Not really. It was fake. The bullet hole, the blood, the autopsy report. In reality, her part in the plan was only a small one, and she wasn't even entirely sure how they had pulled it off, but they had.
Somehow, they had everyone play their parts perfectly, including people who had no idea they were even part of the plan, or that a plan existed. She had no idea how they faked the autopsy, convinced Ducky, she wasn't privy to those kinds of details.
Her job was to die. After that, she was no longer part of the plan.
Although she wasn't truly dead, now she suddenly realised her life really had ended. She could no longer be a part of the NCIS team. She couldn't continue her friendships, or talk to her family, or even continue living in DC.
She had to start over, everything new. New address, new name, new life.
God, what had she done?