I do not own NCIS or any other TV show.

English is foreign language for me (one of the reason I write this is to improve my english), so don't be surprised. Corrections are welcomed.

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Ghost

It was a peaceful night, full of soft wind and happy people, couples in love and guffaws. Wonderful summer night, one of these you always remember with nostalgia.

Not at NCIS office.

Case was moving wrong. No actually it wasn't moving at all. Agent Steven Heugh was missing for six months and NCIS team still had nothing.

Heugh was good man and good agent, he lived alone, had several friends and beautiful girlfriend, his finances were ok, he had no known enemies. His parents were dead, he was only child. Boring.

And missed. Without trace. Like...

„... ghost."

„Interesting idea, DiNozzo. Let's present it to the press. Look, guys, we, educated and trained agents, think that Heugh was a ghost. That kinda explains quite some things, right?" Ziva proposed ironically.

„Funny, Sunshine," Tony answered with angry, „What I ment was..."

„... that you are an idiot, DiNozzo?" inquired Gibbs, who had appeared from nowhere with coffee in has right and case materials in left hand.

„No, that we have spent half a year, interviwing neighbors, co-workers, friends and that-guy-Heugh-met-at-the-train-two-years-ago and we still have no fuc-"

„Language, DiNozzo..."

„Sorry, boss. We still have no idea about what happened. That guy is like ghost, like it you or not."

Gibbs smiled little, forged smile.

„Go home, DiNozzo. All of you," he glanced on Ziva (she was tousled, with dark circles under eyes and very very angry in her own special way) and McGee (he sat on table and stared at computer, pretending that can't see anything around).

„Home?"

„Yes, Ziva, home."

„Not sure I can find that place, boss," Tony muttered, „Haven't been there for quite some time."

Gibbs looked at his senior agent with ice on his eyes.

„Understood, boss. Home. Sleep. Not to act like an idiot anymore."

...

Tony missed his life. Normal life. Ok, work at NCIS had never been office job from 9 to 17 but before Heugh's case he had watched movies, had dates and met friends. Now all he was doing – checking one theory after another. At evenings and weekends. Maybe Heugh run away and maybe he was kidnapped. Maybe he was dead, maybe – at another country. Maybe, maybe...

Tired. He was tired. And angry. Mostly tired.

He left his car at work and went home by foot. A slow walk and fresh air was necessary for his sanity.

Tony had walked for two or three kilometers when he heard a voice.

„Agent DiNozzo?"

He turned. And saw... him. Pale skin, brown eyes, dark hairs. Long and brawny body. Tony had seen this man's photo thousands of times. Just in photo he hadn't had a weapon pointed straight to Tony's chest.

„Well, agent, you are looking like I was ghost," Heugh said.

„You can't even imagine," Tony answered, „You were missing for long time. Where have you been?"

Maybe, if he will say right things, if they will talk long enough...

„You will get to know, agent DiNozzo, believe me, you will..." Heugh answered with little smile on his face, „But now we should talk."

„I cannot disagree. We can go back to the office and..."

„No. I don't think so, agent DiNozzo. What I think is – you should give me your weapon and mobile phone. And then you should turn around and slowly get in my car."

That was a peaceful night, full of soft wind and happy people who didn't notice that one more agent disappeared like ghost.