So this is a new story. I've been thinking about it for a bit. It is loosely based on the NCIS episode 'SWAK'. You know, the one where Dinozzo almost DIES. I love that episode. As usual, no Percy in this fic. I'm sorry, but I just don't like her. Well I hope you like it.

"Well that's...disgusting." Agent Brody said as she stared down at the body of the dead Marine. The deceased man was laying in a puddle of his own vomit and he looked as if he was choked. The agent also noticed the large amount of blood that trickled out of his mouth and nose.

"You can say that again." LaSalle agreed as he squatted down to take pictures for the files.

"You want to bag the evidence, Brody? Or would you like to get up close and personal with our poor deceased?" He asked as he winked at the female agent. She rolled her eyes playfully and sighed.

"Yeah. I think I'm going to have to go with the evidence." She stated as she began to gather the things surrounding him. After gathering all of the evidence, she leaned up against the counter to wait for LaSalle. Just then they heard someone come through the door.

"Well, well what do we have here?" Loretta asked in her normal cheery tone. She appeared from the doorway and her eyes grew wide when she saw the marine. "Oh wow, everyone get your masks on for God's sake!" Loretta yelled as she pulled on her own mask.

Brody and LaSalle quickly jumped over to the other side of the room to their bags and pulled out the masks that looked similar to what doctors wear. They stretched them over their faces and stared at Loretta in confusion.

"What's going on Doc?" LaSalle asked as he watched the older woman bag the body quickly.

"I don't know. But it doesn't look good. What were you guys thinking? Just going in there with a potentially contagious man who could be deadly!" She scolded, adopting a motherly tone.

"Sorry Loretta." Brody apologized. The two agents hung their heads and waited for the scolding to end.

"Now I don't even know what this is. Go get checked out!" The older woman ordered as she patted the two on the back. "And tell Dwayne not to come in here." She asked.

After warning the senior agent about the body,they both climbed in LaSalle's truck and drove to the hospital.

"I really don't think that this is necessary." Brody sighed, taking the mask off her face and crossing her arms.

"Just to be safe Brody." LaSalle said.

"Still don't think it's necessary. We'll be fine." The female agent mumbled under her breath.

"Yeah, but we won't know for sure until Miss Loretta's tests come back." LaSalle said. "Besides, this does beat the paperwork. Am I right, Brody?" LaSalle joked. Brody scoffed and looked over at him.

"No way LaSalle. I can't stand hospitals..." Brody trailed off and stared out the window. "All the germs and sick people."

"Awe Brody. I didn't know you were a germophobe." LaSalle teased as he nudged her shoulder.

"I am not!" She said defensively.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Brody." LaSalle said as he pulled into the parking lot.

They arrived inside the hospital and were quickly whisked back into the ER. On their way back they noticed several people that looked deathly ill.

"What's going on with all these people, they all seem to be having the same issue." Brody asked LaSalle.

"I have no idea, but it doesn't look good." LaSalle replied, turning his head as someone grabbed a trashcan and vomited. Brody looked away, trying not to gag. The nurse led them to rooms that were right next to each other.

Brody sat down on the paper covered examining table, picking up a magazine and sighing. A few minutes later a doctor arrived and sat down. The woman looked to be about ten years older than her and her hair was starting to grey at the top.

"How are you feeling Miss Brody?" The woman asked.

"I feel great. Just had to get a check up after a...um...case." Brody finished, not wanting to spill their confidential information.

"Well let's get started then." The chipper woman said, snapping on her latex gloves and preparing her medical utensils.

"Oh no no no. That. That won't be necessary Miss." Brody insisted while shifting on the table. "I just need blood work and then if you would just send the results to Jefferson Parish Morgue."

"Oh. Alright." The woman agreed hesitantly as she began to put her things away and pull out a needle and a few test tubes. A few moments later, the doctor was drawing Brody's blood.

"Just out of curiosity." The female agent started "what is wrong with all of the people here. They all seem to have the same symptoms." Brody said as she thought about the dead Marine.

"That is classified ma'am" the woman replied. "I can't tell you."

"Well. I am a federal agent. Special Agent Brody." Brody said as she showed her badge that was previously concealed by her light blazer.

"Well hello Agent Brody. I am sorry, but I can't give you the information."

Brody cleared her throat as a sign of growing impatient.

"I'm going to ask one more time Miss. I need to know." Brody stated, putting emphasis on the last four words.

I hoped you liked it. Please review!