I don't own NCIS. But the plot is something I always thought they should have done instead.


Author's note: The title, you ask? *sigh* I've always had trouble with those. If anybody has a better idea, (think hidden, deception) please let me know.

Let's play guess-the-point-of-view. That's why this is in first person; the rest of the story will be in third, as the muse seems to prefer.


I crouched on the rooftop, the scene unfolding before me. The three NCIS agents, Gibbs, DiNozzo, and Todd, were engaged in a fierce firefight with the terrorists, trying to stop them from launching a missile at the navy ship.

I pulled out my rifle, watching as the team shot down the drone. They would just shoot the transmitter. Typical NCIS behavior. Suddenly, Agent Todd jumped in front of a bullet, stopping it from hitting Agent Gibbs. That, too.

Agents DiNozzo and Gibbs let loose several shots at the shooter, killing him. They ran over to Agent Todd, who was, amazingly, fine. Bullet-proof vest.

Suddenly I noticed a glint, as if from a sniper rifle, on the far side of the roof. I pointed my rifle at it-

It can't be him. He wouldn't-

But it was.

I knew I should kill him. But there was always the chance I was mistaken about why he was there, and anyway, I couldn't kill my own-

A shot rang out. Agent Todd collapsed, dead.

I recoiled, shocked. For once in my life, I had hesitated to make the shot. And a wonderful person had died because of it.


Author's note: No, don't worry; I haven't abandoned Repechage. I just got kind of stuck, and decided to be insane and start writing another story. Please review!