In the midst of death
What exactly is it that is different about the MCRT?
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Rating K+
Triggers; Vampires
I do not own, yadda yadda yadda, only the story is mine.
you may remember Tim, as Thom E Gemcity, telling the team about free writing to free writers block, well heres my attempt.
Hope you enjoy.
SJxxx
Gibbs' team was well known throughout NCIS, the MCRT a close knit family, impossible to breach. The dynamic was stable and worked, over the years they'd seen their share of tragedy and loss, what family hadn't, but for the younger Agents working out of the Navy Yard they seemed like a permanent fixture, not just the younger agents.
The original leader of the MCRT had been Mike Franks, a Marine Conscript out of Vietnam, he had stumbled into the NIS office in San Diego covered in blood, with horrendous injuries, carrying the corpse of a murdered Marine. His black cold eyes, and pursuit of the killer had made a lasting impression on the office head. He'd immediately taken to Mike and sent him to Pletsy for his three month Federal Agent training. Mike had quickly formed a clique around him on returning to San Diego he was given control of two younger Agents who had never seen combat.
Within 5 years Franks headed a full team, proud he'd never lost a member. They worked in the darkest, most gruesome areas of Naval Crime, took on cases nobody would ever have solved and brought the perpetrators to justice. They often worked outside the NIS rules, and worked on a set that Franks himself worked to. After 7 years, it was suggested that maybe the team should be split, maybe 7 years working together was too long, maybe a close knit of this kind wasn't healthy for law enforcement. The Human Resources Director of NIS went missing the next day, good natured finger pointing suggested that the MCRT had something to do with it. The whole incident was quickly forgotten, but dark black eyes of the four members of the MRCT clocked those who pointed fingers, and within 3 years not a member of that unfortunate group remained.
In February 1991 disaster happened, one of the team had been tasked with protection of two Marine Dependants from Camp Pendleton. The drug cartel who was the focus of the case murdered the Agent and the dependents. Mike felt the blow physically, his team contracted and what was worse, the agency wouldn't let him pursue the killers. The Marine whose grief was shared with Mike came to the Office 2 months later, he'd been injured in Dessert storm and still walked with a limp. Mikes cold calculating eyes weighed up Gunnery Sergeant LJ Gibbs, a strong man, a sad one, a Marine Sniper, clever and cold. Mike made a snap decision the day the man walked into his office. He gave the man details of his wife's killer, and told him if he ever needed anything let him know.
Gibbs took the folder, killed Pedro Hernandez, then took his truck to a beach near San Diego, he phoned Mike just before that last journey and told him it was over for them both. The man that Gibbs lost was avenged, and he was going to meet his wife and daughter. Gibbs sat on the rocks, staring out at sea remembering the time a year earlier when he'd sat there with Kelly and Shannon. He drank a full bottle of bourbon, then as the sun went down, turned his side arm to his own head and pulled the trigger.
By the time Mike got there, Gibbs was still alive, but fading fast. The bullet had ricochet off the big Marines skull causing an ugly burnt gash but not a fatal wound. The Sergeant was dying of blood loss, having laid down in physical and mental pain letting his life bleed into the sand.
"For Christ's sake Gunny" Mike chided.
The Marine couldn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the faded horizon, as if his girls were there just waiting for him. Mike swore as he felt the heart beat stop, pulling the man up to his lips he bared long sharp fangs and bit deeply into the Marines neck.
When NCIS moved to their new home in DC, it felt like a new start for the MCRT, questions had been asked once again about the closeness of the team, about their Cowboy-esque approach to crime. The move to Washington was aimed at putting them directly under the control of Director NCIS. For Gibbs it meant women. Since his turning he'd had some lovers from a select group of ex-whores and Vamps Mike had introduced him to, now he could hunt for them on his own. Although Mike was very strict on who they could kill, Gibbs realised he could use his supernatural powers to find suitable mates. He heard the women's thoughts, he could smell their blood, knowing if they were clean, fertile or even pregnant. He gained a reputation as a player, and for a young single man it was the perfect life, until he met Dianne.
She smelt heady, it took all the will power he had not to drink her dry the first night. Love sick he had trouble working, trouble chasing down the killers who were his prey. Finally Mike told him to turn her, it was the only thing he claimed to solve the problem. Gibbs took Dianne out to a hut in the woods, the team used as a safe house, they made love for hours, but when Gibbs had her lying sated on his chest her neck deliciously exposed he found he had no desire to kill her. Instead in a moment of madness and weakness, he proposed, and she utterly in his thrall his willing victim of moment earlier, immediately agreed. Mike went from livid to amused, at least it meant the lovesick probie could concentrate on his job again.
When Gibbs came back from a compulsory 6 month tour as Agent Afloat, he came home to find Dianne 2 months pregnant. As a vampire, even if he's been there he knew he couldn't have been the father. Dianne told him she'd fallen in love with an FBI Agent, and she was leaving him. Gibbs left the room in disgust and locked himself in the basement, he went and did something he hadn't considered doing since he'd died, he went and started a wooden project. Something but the danger of a vampire working with wooden stakes appealed to his self-destructive nature.
Ginger was his divorce lawyer, Dr Mallard had introduced them. Ducky had come to NCIS on the pursuit of Mike Franks, the RAMC themselves having had their own vampire troubles over the years had set up a group of hunters. Vampires haunted battle fields, and soldiers were always vulnerable to the seduction of eternal life. However he had found amusement in the fact that the MCRT would only eat violent criminals, that their primary motivator was justice. He'd stayed with them as their medical examiner. Ginger had come from a line of hunters and slayers, she found Gibbs intoxicatingly dangerous. Within weeks of the Degree Absolute, she became Mrs Gibbs number 3.
Unlike his life with Dianne, Gibbs didn't have to pretend to be human, the life before he died was of no interest or consequence to his new wife, or their new acquaintances. He could utterly forget who he was, until the Kyle Boone case. He hunted Boone, relentlessly, night and day. When he came home he couldn't shut it off, the Daemon inside pushed him and plagued him, he fought hard but the beast was overpowering, its blood lust so strong his calm blue eyes turned as black as Franks'. One night he came home, hot and desperate, Ginger had been asleep in bed and awoke to find herself pinned down, the creature that was her husband looming above her teeth bared. A slayer by nature she kept a small bottle of holy water by the bed, and managed to grab it. Throwing it in his face, she grabbed the next thing she found, a golf club and battered him repeatedly.
