AN: A new story, and this one's an epic. It's also gen, and high on the creep factor — definitely not what I usually write. Updates won't be as regular as my other epics have been, but I do have this all worked out in my head so I can promise it won't die. And it's for an NFA challenge that deadlines on Halloween, so I can promise it will be done by then. But I'm bouncing among this and original fic (revisions on my novel and writing the next short-story collection) so lots of plot bunnies in play.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off of them.
Prologue
I always see him. Sometimes more than once. The almighty Leroy Jethro Gibbs himself, a crime-fighting machine. The most-decorated agent in NCIS history, leader of the team with the highest close rate of all the armed federal agencies. And the man who ended the peace in my life.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He and his team don't know it, but they're already eight steps behind me in this duel. I thought Gibbs was better than this. He doesn't even know he's behind. He doesn't know there's a game. Not that this is a game. No, this is a battle, one his side will lose. Eight casualties so far. Sacrifices on the altar of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the crime-fighting god. This will be his last case. For all of them, their last case. But first, Leroy Jethro Gibbs must determine how much he will suffer along the way. And he will suffer. I've made sure of that.