The Trials of an Elevator Repairman
I do not own NCIS, or its characters. I just play in the sandbox.
Not every employee in NCIS is an agent, or works in the lab or autopsy. Some of us are janitors, secretaries, and repairmen. I have worked for over a decade as an elevator repairman, despite my immediate supervisors trying to get me fired.
Turns out that they don't like it when you can't fix an elevator, or keep it running. If it wasn't for an unknown benefactor higher up in the chain of command, I would have been gone long ago. But I swear it wasn't my fault that it won't stay working. I can't explain it. The elevator stops partway through the ride, takes forever to get to the floor, and when I get around to it, there's nothing wrong with it. Not only that, but it's not always the same elevator. Sometimes it's the one to autopsy and the lab, other times it's the elevator to the interrogation rooms. There's no way for me to predict which one is going to break down next.
And that's not the only mystery around NCIS. Every time there is a complaint, or I barely escape being fired, I get a gift. Sometimes it's a box of chocolates, other times a gift card. Once it was tickets to an NHL game. They never have a note with them, or a name. I think it's the same person that keeps me from losing my job. I wish I knew who it was, so that I could thank them. Or kill them, because I'm sure that they are also responsible for the difficulties with the elevator.
Gibbs finished writing up his letter to the leader or Human Resources. His mole in the custodial division had tipped him off to the request for firing the elevator repairman again.
This last case had been a bad one. The feds had been involved, he and Fornell had had to use the conference room multiple time. Which reminded him. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out the peace offering. A season pass for Capital's, in the luxury box. It had been a really bad case.
"Who's that for, boss?" Tony asked.
Gibbs just smiled. "The unsung hero of the case."