I do not own any of the characters in this story, only the ones that I made up. N.C.I.S belongs to CBS.
"When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline,
And we fought to believe the impossible.
When I thought that I fought this war alone,
We were one with our destinies intertwined,
When I thought that I fought without a cause,
You gave me a reason why."
-Poets of the Fall.
Wrong Revenge
Chapter One
Special Agent Timothy McGee rubbed his eyes and glared at the computer screen, watching a series of numbers scroll down the page, hoping to find a pattern of some sort in the old bank records. The team had gotten a tough case a couple of weeks ago and it was taking its toll on every member. A young petty-officer by the name of Jane Snow had been found dead by her apartment building raped and her throat slit from ear to ear by a hunting knife. Whoever had done this had done it before.
Sighing, McGee shut off the lights on his desk, leaving the computer on. Maybe the search that he'd run would come up with a match to the license plate number that a witness had said that was on a car fleeing the scene in the morning. Grabbing his bag, he headed towards the elevator.
"Night Tony!" he called behind him, not excepting an answer from his sleeping partner.
"Night." Came a strangled yawn from Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo's desk as Tony awoke with a start at the sound of the elevator doors opening. Groaning, Tony looked at his computer, wishing that, by some sort of miracle, new information had appeared on the screen. Checking his watch, the senior agent realized that it one in the morning and time to head home. Grabbing his bag, he took the stairs, not feeling like waiting for the elevator to come back up.
The man in the black 2007 Ford Explorer peered out of the car window, watching the man come out of the N.C.I.S building, walking towards his car. There was his target. At least, he thought so, he didn't have a picture of the agent that he was sent to abduct but the man looked like a computer geek. Stepping out of the car, hiding the crow bar in his coat, the mysterious man made his way towards the N.C.I.S agent who was trying to find his keys.
McGee turned around; sensing that something or someone was behind him. Finding nothing but blackness and a broken street lamp, Tim shrugged and continued to rummage through his pockets for his car keys.
"Hey! Mister!" Tony turned around to see a man jogging towards him, waving at him.
"Yeah?" he asked, casually moving his hand towards his hip where his gun was concealed.
"Listen, do you have a flashlight? I got a flat tire and I can't find mine." The stranger said, nodding towards Tony's trunk.
"Sure, I think so. Do you need help changing the tire by any chance? It's not good being alone on the streets at this time of night. If you know what I mean." Laughed DiNozzo, finding his keys at last and popping the truck.
"Yeah." The man laughed along; pulling out the crow bar while Tony had his back turned and swung it above his head.
"Here it is!" grunted the field agent, turning around to hand the instrument to the stranger. His green eyes opened wide in shock as the crow bar came swinging towards his head. DiNozzo tried to leap back but it was too late. The iron bar collided with the side of his skull with a sickening crack. He fell, feeling his grip on conciseness loosening.
With the darkness closing in, Tony could hear the man growling, "Not fast enough Agent McGee?"
"I just got hit with a crow bar because of McGeek?" thought Tony as the lights went out. "He's going to pay in the morning."
