This is my first NCIS fanfiction and it is also my first one in english...Review please, so I know I should continue...
This time, she's sure of it! That was a bad idea and Gibbs will have to pay for it. All of this is his fault. If only he hadn't called her, she wouldn't be ready to start an illegal motorcycle race to get close to drugs dealers.
She takes a deep breathe and puts her helmet on her head.
They believed the reasons for participate to the race I gave them, so I think that's a good start.
Some girl is waiting on the start line for the racers to come close. She's wearing really tiny, short clothes which are almost insane to wear with this cold. She's holding one big red flag in each hand.
Breathe, start the engine and run. Nothing more.
She can hear the noise of the others motors through her helmet. The rules are simple. There is no rule. Just run and win.
That seems really simpler than Gibbs 50 rules. Except that I have to win. Damn Gibbs.
The girl is getting exiting. She makes signs to the riders to get ready. Everybody gets in place. She's confident about her bike, she knows it like her own body but it seems like an eternity since she ran for the last time.
One last breathe and the race will start. The girl jumps while the flags fly in the air and a loud GO shout by the others resounds in her ears.
Ok, I'm in.
Ten days before
Director of NCIS office
Jen has called Gibbs and his team in her office to give them information about a joined investigation FBI and NCIS are going to do.
J- Four weeks from now, I received information from the FBI about a group of Americans buying cocaine from Colombia and selling it in the D.C. area. They have collected information recently that can lead them to the seller in Colombia.
T- Why the FBI would share information with us?
Taking a remote on her desk, Jen activates the screen on her wall.
J- This guy is a marine officer. Major David Cline. He has been reported missing eight days after he came back from the Golf War, in 1991. He was in the Naval Hospital in D.C. when he disappeared. Six months after that, he reappeared on the US territory as the leader of a band of motorcycle racers. But he never had been apprehended. Every time, the police got close to get him into custody, he escaped. This guy is fast. He was a great rider of super bike in the AMA pro racing before he went in the corps.
T- That doesn't really explain why the FBI gets us in.
MG- I guess they need our help in some way, otherwise they would have never tell us about the drug dealing.
J- McGee is right. They want to infiltrate Cline's band and they need someone to send there.
Z- That's a long term mission. The one who's going is gone for at least six months.
J- Well, the FBI has a plan. They band has this ritual. It's some kind of initiating race. The winner gets in the band and they're having it in ten days. They question the identity of the racers and the reasons why they want to become one of them but apparently winning the race is a reason for them to trust you.
G-Hey, so all you need is someone good enough to win.
J- That is when you come into the game, Jethro.
G- I'm many things but not a rider.
J- The FBI knows the person they need, but she doesn't want to talk to them. They think you can…
G- Convince her to get back…, interrupting Jen's sentence. With a small smile he adds, there is no way, she's going to do it.
J- So you know who it is?
G- You're talking about Andrea Carlson, isn't it?
Jen nods to give him her answer.
G- Hey, I know her. But she quitted the FBI for good reasons and she's not coming back.
T- Who is she?
Gibbs turns to Tony, the look in is eyes saying to not engage further the question.
G- She was a FBI agent until she quitted, didn't you get that Dinozzo.
Z- I think Tony meant, how do you know her?
G- You don't need to know that.
J- Ok, can you leave us, please?
Tony, McGee and Ziva left the office. Gibbs sits in front of Jen's desk and she slowly goes back to sit on her chair.
J- So, how did you meet her, Jethro?
G- She's Diane's sister.
TBC.
