Author's Note: Please note that characters may seem like they are out of character and that this story does not follow the Season 16 timeline. This story takes place about three years after Season 13. This work is considered rated M (to be on the safe side) due to violence and suggestive themes. A warning will be included at the beginning of a chapter that contains suggestive themes. Also, all mistakes are my own. I do not have a Beta Reader.
Disclaimer: I do not own the NCIS universe or its characters.
Chapter One: 2018 July 7-Washington D.C.
"Okay, I can do this," Alex mutters to herself, "I can do this."
Ding! The elevator doors open to reveal the orange room of the NCIS bullpen. Alex steps out of the elevator and straightens her tie and sports coat as she searches the room for someone.
"Hello, can I help you," a blonde woman, taller than Alex, asks?
Alex jumps a little before hesitantly replying, "I am looking for Special Agent Gibbs."
The woman smiles, "Gibbs isn't here yet but why don't I show you to his desk. I'm Jack Sloane."
"Alex."
The woman now identified as Jack Sloane walks Alex over to a cluster of empty desks.
"Well, Alex here is Agent Gibbs desk," Sloane jesters to the desk in front of her, "He should be here any minute. You have an interesting accent. Where are you from, Alex? If you don't mind me asking."
"Alabama."
"That's nice. What part?"
"Do you need something, Jack," a tall man with silver/white hair and a coffee cup asks as he passes Sloane.
"No, I am actually just waiting with your visitor. Agent Gibbs this is Alex," Sloane says introducing the two.
Gibbs looks at the visitor before saying, "Gibbs."
"Alex."
"What do you want?"
Alex eyes Sloane out of the corner of her eye.
"Excuse me, I need to go take care of somethings in my office," Sloane says before leaving.
"Is there somewhere we can talk in private," Alex asks?
Gibbs brushes past Alex, "Come on," to the elevator.
Alex follows Gibbs and once the elevators doors were securely shut, Gibbs flipped the emergency stop switch.
"Talk."
Alex takes out a black wallet and flips it open to show her credentials.
"Alex Covington, CIA Officer."
Gibbs eyes Alex warily.
"I need some help," Alex says.
"What does the CIA want with me," Gibbs asks?
"Not the CIA. Me. I need your help. I have some information pertaining to a case from a few years ago."
"What case?"
"I can't tell you, not yet anyway."
"And why the hell not?"
"I know this is asking a lot of you Agent Gibbs but please trust me."
"I don't know you."
"I know and with my agency's track record, I don't blame you," Alex takes a folded piece of paper out of her jacket and hands it to Gibbs, "Can you get these people?"
Anthony DiNozzo
Timothy McGee
Abby Scuito
"DiNozzo and Abby don't work here anymore."
"I know. Just-can you get them?"
"I want to know more."
"Look I can't tell you at the moment."
"For all I know, you could want to kill me. I want to know more."
Alex grits her teeth, "Kort. You remember him?"
"He's dead."
"He wasn't working alone."
"Why come to me?"
"I don't know how far up this goes."
"My team and I can handle it if you just tell me everything."
"No, we do it my way, Gibbs."
Gibbs stares hard at Alex hoping she will give in but finally he says, "Fine," and he switches the elevator back on.
"Two weeks from now," Alex says as the elevator doors open, "We will meet at your house."
Gibbs doesn't reply as he shoves the list of people into his pocket and he gets off the elevator.
"You okay boss," McGee asks?
"I'm fine," Gibbs grunts as he flips open his phone to dial a number.
Mcgee, Bishop, and Torres look at each other trying to figure out is going on.
The phone rings three times before a familiar voice is heard, "Boss?"
"I haven't been your boss for almost three years, DiNozzo."
Mcgee looks up and glances at Gibbs when he hears Tony's name.
"Old habits die hard. What do you need?"
"I need some help. I can't talk about it over the phone. Can you come on the 20th?"
"This serious, boss? Senior is out of town and I don't have anyone to watch Tali."
"Bring her with you."
"Okay, we will be there."
"I'll fill you in then," Gibbs says before he hangs up.
Gibbs sit there for a moment staring down at his desk before announcing, "I'm going to go get a refill."
Torres waits until the elevator doors shut behind Gibbs before asking, "What's wrong with him?"
"With Gibbs, who knows," McGee says as Sloane walks back into the bullpen.
"Have you seen Gibbs," she asks?
"He just left. He's not in a good mood," Bishop says.
"Do you know what Alex wanted," Sloane asks?
"Alex," McGee asks?
"Who's Alex," Torres asks?
"She was here five minutes ago. Asking for Gibbs," Sloane says, "You didn't see her?"
"All we saw was Gibbs exiting the Elevator, pissed," Torres says.
"No. Alex who, Jack," McGee asks?
"I don't know. She just said her name was Alex. She is about 5'2"/5'3", choppy short brown hair, green eyes, and she had a slight southern accent," Sloane describes.
"I'll look through security footage," McGee says as he pulls up the footage on the plasma.
"There," Sloane says, "Her."
"You sure that's a her, Jack? It looks like a he to me," Torres says.
"It's a her, Nick."
"You sure? The hair is really short and that's a men's suit."
"It's a her."
"You sure-"
"Nick," Bishop yells!
"Fine, its a her," Torres mumbles.
"Running facial recognition now," McGee says and soon after his computer dings, "I got a hit."
"Well, who is She," Torres says with the emphasis on she.
"I don't know. I don't have high enough security clearance," McGee says.
"It could be someone from witness protection or the FBI or the CIA," Bishop says.
"It's probably not someone from witness protection," Sloane says.
"So, that leaves the FBI or the CIA," Torres says.
"Neither one of them are good options," McGee says.
Mcgee clears the plasma of the security footage.
"What now," Bishop says?
"Grab your gear! We've got a dead Petty Officer in Norfolk," Gibbs says as he reenters the bullpen.
