Hello! Claudia here (AKA Claws or Clai) me and my friend Ashley (AKA Ashes or Azza) are writing this story chap by chap alternating between authors, so there is no knowing what will happen, even for us!
Here is my introduction....
In my job you get used to the concept of death. You don't like it, or want it, but after seeing it so often it becomes apart of your every day life.
In my job there's a chance you might die, every time you walk through the door; that every day will be your last.
When I first met him I thought I could end him. But I couldn't. I hated him from the beginning and I know I always will.
In my job you learn to live with it. You survive on the adrenaline rush and hope you all make it out alive.
Sometimes you win.
Sometimes you don't.
The last moments of my life were pure. I had the rush in my body I'll never feel again. I jumped out and fell to the ground.
I thought I was safe, I thought I could put my guard down and I did. We all did.
Some might find it ironic that when I felt my life was safest I died; that when I was making a joke about death I was murdered.
My sentence hung half finished. I felt the bullet hit my face and protrude into my scull and brain, the back of my head exploding with force and blood.
I felt my head and neck snap back, and my knees fail. I hit the ground again, to never stand up.
I knew I was dead.
I felt Tony standing frozen, and Gibbs walking around pointing his gun.
I heard something I knew the others couldn't; I heard him. "Sorry Caitlin."
I heard Gibbs, and I knew he knew. "Ari."
I saw Tony bend down next to me, my blood on his face. He whispered my name, he looked so broken. Tears swelled in his eyes and drip down his face to mix with the blood.
We had lost.
I wanted to hold him; to tell him I was alright. But I couldn't. Gibbs turned and looked down at me sadly. He looked at Tony. "Tell her." He spoke, his voice barely audible though I could hear it easily. "Tell her." He said again with more force in his voice.
Tony looked down at me. "I love you, Kate." He whispered. He raised his hand and pressed it to his lips, kissing his fingers. He then lowered them to me. I could feel his fingers pressed to my lips but I couldn't move, though I wanted to.
I sat up and looked down. My body was there, Tony's hand still at my lips. I could see my body and myself. I was transparent. A phantom.
I looked over the way and saw Ari on the roof opposite, slowly walking away; Coward.
I looked at Tony and it sunk in. I was dead. I would never breathe again. I would never be able to tell my family at NCIS goodbye. I would never be able to tell them I loved them.
This is my story…
This is my after life…Please review! ~~Claws