FREEZE FRAME 5: Revenge & Protect.
Summary: AU; How is the death of a French Naval officer on American soil connected to Eli David, and how will Ziva deal with the shocking news her father finally reveals? Will this be goodbye? All members of the NICIS family will be there to help, investigate and play, including Marley, Gill and the Semper Fi gang. Maybe a Tiva pairing… or not, now that she's going… or not…
A.N. Time line in this story is out; big time, as I got this idea back mid season 8. Franks was alive, Eli was alive, and Ziva was a certainty to get a kiss form DiNozzo soon...Huh what do I know. Anyway I've struggled with starting, due to all that, so I've basically gone back to my original scenario... though with some changes. I also, so want to get Richard Parsons, so I may just sic the kids on him.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, just ideas.
Chapter One: Prologue. On American Soil
FREEZE FRAME: FREEZE FRAME Cut to Close-up as two the two medics look at each other and shake their head. Pan to Close-up on the purplish yet pretty face of a woman. Her eyes stare in death. Reflected in them is the image of two young, female naval officers, embracing and in tears. Convert black and white. CUT.
Fade- In to long shot of Interior; a small auditorium. A presentation to young female military personal is being held. A panel of young to middle age female officers from various American allied forces from America, Canada, New Zealand, France, Ireland, Russia, and England have presented lectures and advice on the careers for women in the military forces. A round of applause is heard as a montage of images of women working on all types of jobs in the military is shown.
As the applause receded General Geraldine Stanhope took the podium, smiling happily at the crowd below. "Well, ladies, that was indeed an enlightening and confirming experience. You should be proud of the work you do for this country and consider your careers in the military as not merely a career but a vocation that can take you around the world and to change the lives of so many."
The line of delegates smiled at the General's rousing words and then saluted each other, using the conventional salutation of their respective armed forces.
Lieutenant Colonel Carla Warren of the U.S Air Force leaned over. "Adrienne, it's your turn to receive the flowers and make the thank you speech."
"Quel non, Carla! C'était censé pour être Michelle: What no, Carla! It was supposed to be Michelle. I have not prepared anything."
"Not on your Nellie. I was clearly nominated for the San Diego convention," whispered Michelle, the English representative.
Standing next to Adrienne, Ensign Kate Barton of the New Zealand Royal Navy, nudged her in the arm. "You'll do okay, wing it- A."
"I taught it was I who was down for San Diego," argued Bridget, a young Irish second lieutenant.
"Nyet, Bridget, you did the Bay School of San Francisco at the Presidio," corrected Helga.
The women's whispering got louder, causing General Stanhope to turn and scowl at them. They immediately returned to attention. "So, if you will join with me once more to show our gratitude, " she said addressing the crowd as an assistant walked out with a huge bunch of flowers and a hamper for the girls.
Carla pushed Adrienne forward to accept the gifts.
"Being on the road for months, we thought you may like a few delicacies from home," said the general as she handed the basket over.
Adrienne handed the basket to Carla immediately to her left, before accepting the flowers. She sat them to the side of the podium, while she thanked the crowd. "Once again, the reception of your country has been so welcoming. We hope that we have stirred you to take up the many opportunities our respective military services offer. We know that there are many aspects that are still considered traditionally the male domain. Some for good reason, others not so. But if we have been able to come this far, then you, young women, can only go further again. Women of your calibre are commanding ships, co-ordinating military strikes both in the air and on the ground, flying the latest aircraft, coordinating and running rescue missions, covert operations, and running field hospitals as well as having families, and so much more. Merci, encore une fois, pour votre générosité; Thank you, once again, for your generosity."
Adrienne picked up the flowers and went and stood next to Carla as the applause died down. Carla leaned over. "Good job. See, you can fly by the seat of your pants. I don't see why you get so nervous about making speeches. You have no problem with the speeches and presentations. You have worked in all those different fields, yet get nervous making a simple thank you speech,'' she said shaking her head.
Adrienne smiled, but gritted her teeth. "Because, in all those fields I could be my rank, doing my job. I can talk about my assignments and achievements like they were somebody else's. Making thank you speeches, Je suis moi-même; I am just myselfand moi…I get nervous, especially in front of my peers."
Carla nodded. "Well, at least you won't have to do another one."
"Vous chienne! You set me up," said Adrienne in surprise.
Carla laughed. "Yes, I did. I knew you wouldn't get any sleep if you knew it was your turn."
"Yeah, we all figured we'd just chuck you in the deep end-A?" added Kate with a humorous snort.
All the girls huddled together, as the crowd in the auditorium started to disperse. Adrienne picked up the flowers, and sneezed when the dust from a long stamin brushed her nose. Just then a bee buzzed out from the flower next to it, annoyed at the sudden disruption. Adrienne threw her head back, trying to avoid the insect. Unfortunately, she sneezed again, and the bee hit her face when her sneeze sent her head forward. It's sting had Adrienne immediately drop the bouquet as she held her face in pain.
"Merde, I am allergic!" she announced before kneeling on the floor.
Bridget ran to her side, as Adrienne dropped further to the ground in the throes of an anaphylactic reaction. "Her Epi- pen, it's in her bag. Someone get it," she ordered.
Kate ran and returned in seconds as Adrienne struggled for breath. By this time, there were still a few members of the audience that noticed the commotion.
"Call the medics," ordered Geraldine Stanhope. "Lieutenant Marshal, get the oxygen tank from the first aide."
Kate checked the pen's expiration date and contents before plucking off the lid to the trigger. She immediately stabbed Adrienne in the thigh and held it there for ten seconds. When nothing happed after a couple of minutes, both Bridget and Carla started CPR and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, while Kate searched Adrienne's bag for another Epi-pen. By that time, however, the swelling in Adrienne's throat was making mouth- to- mouth increasingly difficult. The rest of the women watched their friend turning blue in front of them.
Once the medics arrived, Adrienne was completely blue and in respiratory arrest. Her heart had stopped, and her eyes appeared lifeless. Fifteen minutes later the medics called it: Adrienne DeGuille Capitaine de corvette of the Marine Nationale, La Royale was dead.
Gasps were heard around the room. "Please, everybody stay in your seats," ordered General Stanhope. She turned to her aide, and gave the directive. "Call NCIS, ask for Special Agent Jethro Gibbs."
The general turned around on the stage and scanned the younger faces that now stood out in shock and distress. It didn't matter how hard they had fought, in their respective services, the other horrors they had lived through, or the atrocities they'd seen. Losing a friend under these circumstances was as bad as it was in the field. And there was nothing they could do about it. She looked down at the young French officer. Her once neatly pressed uniform was now torn, revealing her very feminine and pretty underwear. General Stanhope looked into Adrienne's eyes as the medics removed the electrodes and oxygen mask. She had seen death too many times.
FREEZE FRAME Cut to Close-up as two the two medics look at each other and shake their head. Pan to close-up on the purplish yet pretty face of a woman. Her eyes stare in death. Reflected in them is the image of two young, female naval officers, embracing and in tears. Convert black and white. CUT.
TBC Chapter 2: Stowaway
A.N. Well here's the prologue to my story I started weeks ago. Bare with me, I am slightly incapacitated at the moment and am finding it hard to write. Big shout out to Harliquinn who once again agreed to be my beta with skill and patience.
I've included a picture of my OC; Gillian in this book cover. Can you tell who it really is?