The City of Shadows
Author's Note: I was watching an episode of NCIS, when an idea struck me and I had to give it a try. I don't know how it will turn out, but I'm hoping it will be good. The first chapter will be kind of short, because it's just a prologue, but it will get longer, I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't claim any ownership to the show, the characters-or anything, really-except my character and her alias.
It was a warm summer night (or rather, very early morning) and a young couple was just heading home.
"I had a great time." The girl said, smiling.
"So did I." The boy agreed.
"So," the girl said flirtingly. "What should we do now?" She ran ahead of him.
"I have a few ideas," the boy said, just before the girl screamed. "What? What's wrong?" He asked frantically, as he ran to her side. "Oh my god! Somebody call 911!"
In the alley next to a popular night club, was a man…a dead man. He was wearing a navy uniform that was covered in blood, presumably from his slit throat, but it was also likely to be from the numerous other wounds all over his body.
The rest of the team was already on the scene by the time Ducky arrived. Gibbs was waiting for him, looking impatient.
"You're late." He said immediately after Ducky got out of the autopsy van.
"Yes, well, Mr. Palmer here, needs to learn his left from right."
"I'm sorry doctor," Jimmy Palmer apologized as he hurriedly got the equipment ready. "The GPS said to turn right."
"And I told you to turn left. Next time, dear boy, listen to me."
"Yes doctor. Sorry doctor." He said, nervously. They walked up to the body. "It looks like his throat was cut."
"Really, Palmer?" Gibbs said sarcastically, while still sounding annoyed and demanding (I still don't know how he pulls that off).
"Sorry, sir."
"Is that the cause of death, Ducky?" Gibbs turned his attention away from the clearly frightened assistant and onto the Scottish medical examiner.
"It would appear so, but I can't be certain until I get him to autopsy."
"Time of death?"
"According to his liver temperature, I'd say this poor man met his death at about 02300 last night." Gibbs then lost interest in the body-for now-and turned to his agents, who were currently bickering.
"-and I don't see what that has to do with the case." Ziva was saying. Tony was about to retort when he was suddenly struck on the back of the head.
"Sorry, boss." He said, automatically, even though he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for.
"Where's McGee?" Gibbs asked, ignoring Tony's apology.
"Right here, boss." His head suddenly appeared from behind a dumpster.
"McGee, what are you doing back there?"
"I think I found something." He said, holding up a piece of paper.
"Bag it." Was all Gibbs said before turning back to Tony and Ziva. "Well?"
"I'm…going to…go look over there." Tony said, before rushing in the direction he pointed.
"I'm going to…go help Tony." Ziva quickly followed. Gibbs allowed himself a small smile. He secretly (or maybe not so secretly) loved the fear he instilled in his team.
A/N: And, that's the end. I told you it was going to be a short one. The next chapter will be much longer, definitely over 1000 words, hopefully more. Like my other story, reviews are welcome, but I'm not pushing for them.