I wrote this story before watching Series 2, so just some words.
Yes, Sunny is Ginger.
Yes, Sunny is basically doing Nell's job in series 1 (I think. I still haven't seen Series 2 as I'm English and it is rarely on in the U.K [or at least where I am] and I'm watching on my laptop. I only know about her due to my friend going "So she's basically Nell")
Yea, I'm English so I will mess up a few things that come down to wording and names (Like Sofa and couch, flat and apartment. Stuff like that).
And yes, I'm still in school so updates might be slow.
I Don't Own Anything. Except Katherine (Sunny).
Sighing I left Hetty's office, where I had been since I had come in this morning. I had just convinced Hetty of two things: first, that I don't want to be put in the field but stick in OPS with Eric; secondly that $120 that was missing from the under cover op Sam went on was really $61 and a nickel. It was only fair considering he helped me out a few times. Walking towards the stairs I passed Sam walking with an unknown agent.
"Morning Sam." I as I reached them.
"Morning Sunny." he replied.
Turning around to walk backwards as I passed him I said, "You can thank me later." leaving him and the unknown agent in confusion. Walking up the stairs I entered MTAC Eric appeared in front of me.
"Well?" he asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly. I sighed and looked down slightly before looking up, with a grin on my face.
"I'm all yours." he gave a small whoop and hugged me. Eric was my best friend, despite only working here for 4 months. I had originally been hired for a computer tech, but when Agent Callen got shot, Hetty asked me, as a favor to go into the field. I use to do both when I worked for the FBI but I just wanted to do one so a move to NCIS was just right for that goal.
"That's brilliant Kat." I laughed at his enthusiasm. I guess I should explain the nicknames. My names Katherine. My parents use to call me Sunny and my best friends called me Kat or Kitty, when I was growing up. I was called Sunny due to the fact I use to smile constantly and my middle name ends in son. Since then it's got to the point that everyone calls me Sunny, except Hetty and Eric who call me Kat and Miss Summer. Well apart from Kensi who calls me Sunshine. Guess I should explain that one as well. We met each other growing up when her dad was put on a navy base in Washington, where I was born and raised. Quite quickly she realized I like looking at the bright sides of things and the names stuck all these years later. But yea, my parents thought it would be cool to call me Sunny Summer. Full name, Katherine Alison Summer. You wouldn't believe how many people made fun of me because my name was Sunny Summer. But that's what you get for having Hippies for parents. They aren't as bad as my grandmother Penny though.
I was brought out of my thoughts as our tablets started beeping. Pulling mine out of my leather bag, while Eric got his of the table, we noticed we had a call coming from Director Vance's office. Eric went to get the team while I pulled up the call. I heard Eric's shrill whistle
"Heads up! Director's coming online." I heard him call, there was a few seconds silence before I heard "Hey, Callen."
Eric came back in just as the screen lit up.
"Director Vance." we nodded, before looking at each other and shrugging from our synchronization.
"Eric, Sunny." see told you it was everyone but Hetty and Eric. I heard faint talking as the team came in.
"Morning Sunshine." Kensi said as she walked passed us over to the far edge of the table. I nodded to her as I sat in Eric's chair, as Eric pressed a few buttons and had the blinds closed. Note to self. Ask Hetty for another chair on this side of the den. I watched the same unknown agent as before, the one I guess is Agent Callen, look around the room in awe. Nate and Dom walked behind the table as Agent Callen and Sam walked in front of the table.
"Agent Callen. I didn't think you were due back from sick leave till next month." Vance said.
"I guess you didn't get the email." Agent Callen replied.
"I guess you haven't sent it yet. Your case is still active, Callen. We will find them." Vance promised
"Yes, sir. We will." Agent Callen replied
"Here's the reason I'm calling. It's Commander Frank McGuire," Vance pressed a button on his keyboard and a picture appeared on our screens, no doubt on his to. "Works for the office of Naval Intelligence. Or did, until two hours ago." he pressed another button and several video clips appeared around the bottom of the screen. "He was kidnapped and subsequently killed in a shootout with LAPD. Routine traffic stop, his kidnappers sped off, LAPD went after them. McGuire got caught in the crossfire."
"What do we know about the kidnappers?" Agent Callen asked
"Mexican Nationals. That's what's got us worried. In less than 12 hours, there's going to be a coordinated military operation on both sides of the Mexican border against the drug cartels. Operation Dakota. McGuire had detailed knowledge of this plan. We need to find out if it's been compromised. Files' on its way, Sunny." he said, I looked at my tablet to see I had received the file.
"Got it sir." I said. It was I talked that Agent Callen first noticed me in the room.
Vance nodded "Keep me in the loop." he nodded again but this time to some one off screen, jested a cut motion with his hand and the connection was cut.
Seeing Agent Callen looking at me I decided to introduce my self.
"So you're the famous Agent Callen I've heard so much about. I'm Katherine Summer, but call me Sunny or Kitty, everyone does." I held up my hand as I stepped forward slightly. He copied my movements, but I could tell he was confused about my nickname. I was glad I chose the outfit I did know. I hate it when people think I'm incapable of doing my job due to the clothes I wear. Today I was wearing a large denim shirt, black leggings and black buckle up sandals. My ginger hair was just falling down my shoulders. Normally I just wear denim shorts and some sort of t-shirt. This looked slightly professional. It also covered most of my tattoos. The only one it didn't cover was the five birds on the inside of my middle finger.
"Nice to meet you Katherine, call me Callen." I nodded to him before sending the file to Eric so we both had it.
"Footage, Sunny." Sam asked as I flicked the clips forward to the big screen so they could see it. "Eric, slide it back." he asked
"Hold it. Dom? What do you see?" Callen asked. It was a screen shot of the second kidnapper trying to get back in the car. It was blurry but I think...
"Um, the second guy's been hit and he's trying to get back in the SUV." Dom said, poor boy. First week on the job.
"Okay. Why?" they were going hard on him, but in this line of work, there is no time for going soft.
"Uh... Cover?" he guessed, well it was a valid point. But I could see Sam and Callen were finding this funny.
"Zoom and enhance, Eric." Callen asked.
"Passenger side window just exploded." Sam said
"Yeah, but that's not a surprise. Lots of incoming from the LAPD." Kensi countered.
"Tighter, Eric." Callen asked and I did as he asked. "Advance three frames." he asked, me and Eric shred a look, but we did what we were asked.
"The window's blowing into the car, not out. Kidnapper fired the shot." I said, much to Kensi's amusement. She often told me that I could give up going into the field but the things I learned stay with me. I often said things, a normal tech wouldn't know. Kensi's favorite is the fact I'm a black belt in 3 different types of martial arts, and know how to build a fully functioning car from scrap car parts.
"McGuire wasn't killed in the crossfire. He was executed." Callen said there was silence for a moment before Callen spoke again, "Sam and I'll go check out McGuire's flat. Katherine, Eric, you check out McGuire's past." he ordered before leaving the room. I turned around and was about to start typing when I heard a 'Ah-hem' behind me. I turned to see Eric standing behind me. Sighing I stood up and walked over to the other side of the room (they were only the big tables width away from each other but it was a big thing for Eric) and sat in one of the chairs there. Once sat down I stuck my tongue out at Eric, who just laughed as he started working.
The duo hadn't been gone long when Eric received a phone call.
"I'll run a check on McGuire's phone log, see what we turn up." he said.
"Okay, McGuire graduated top 1% from the Navel Academy. Wow. Look at this." I said and Kensi came over and looked at the screen
"Stellar career. Specialized in satellite image analysis and spent time in the San Nicolas Navy Base." Kensi read over my shoulder.
"Where is that?" Eric asked.
"75 miles off the coast of L. A. It was discovered by Spanish explorer Sebastian Vizcaino. He actually charted the entire California coast. And his ship was called the San Diego, which is where the bay gets its name, of course. I think it was back in... 1602?" the three of us stared at Dom. He looked between us "I read a lot" he said shrugging his shoulders.
"Reading's good." Eric said, Kensi just nodded.
"Finally some one who shares my passion of reading." I smiled at the man, only for him to blush slightly.
Sam and Callen had just finished filling us in about what happened in McGuire's apartment. We were all stood in front of the screen. Callen was on the far right, then Dom, Nate, Sam, Eric, Kensi then me. Use to be a lot easier when Callen and Dom weren't here.
"It looks like a kidnapping, but it's not. So why the hood and the nylon ties?" Kensi asked.
"They don't want him to see where they're taking him, so they tie his hands so he's not tempted to lift the hood and peek. It's common practice in the Middle East." I noticed that the group were staring at me. "What? I've had to use it once or twice in... past missions." I said, trailing off at the end. Kensi, Eric, Nate and Sam were looking at me amused while Callen and Dom sent me confused, and slightly scared on Dom's behalf, looks. Right, they didn't know about my back ground did they.
"I've used the technique a few times myself." Sam agreed, shaking his head a little at me. Kensi jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow and smirked at me. Well that's one way to scare the newbie, I thought.
Sam stepped forward to the board. "Now, McGuire used to get to the office around 8:30" he enlarged the time schedule me and Eric had got from the base. "Give or take five or ten minutes. But, as you can see, he was late every day this week." he said enlarging this weeks time schedule.
"The gardener said they picked him up at 7:30." Callen said pointing at the screen
"And three hours later they drop him back at home and then he goes to work." Kensi sounded slightly mystified behind this.
"A lot you can do in three hours." Nate pointed out.
"Yeah, especially if you have top-secret security clearance." Kensi said, sharing a look with me.
"How much time do we have, Eric?" Callen asked after looking at his watch
"Uh, Operation Dakota against the drug cartels kicks off in seven hours and 33 minutes." he replied as Dom took steps forward till he reached the board.
"What about the call to McGuire's apartment to erase his voice mail?" he asked
"I'm still working on it." Eric replied sheepishly.
"Finances?" Callen asked once again
"Nothing out of the ordinary." I said, taking pity on the man
"Travel?"
"Nothing in his name or any of his known credit cards." I said pulling the card history up as I talked.
"Family, relatives?" Callen sure was persistent.
"Parents are deceased. He's got one sister-Helen McGuire." Dom said pulling up the sisters driving license. "Lives in West Hollywood. Divorced, one kid. A girl..."
"Emma." Callen cut in. We all turned to look at him "Photo at the apartment. Her favorite uncle." he said turning to stare at Sam. He then moved his look to Kensi. So did the rest of the men. I noticed that Sam's, Eric's and Nate's looks switched from Kensi to me.
"All right, enough with the look already. Ill go. And I will take our trained expert operational psychologist for backup."
"I love field work. Do I get to carry a gun?" Nate asked.
"Yeah, no, I don't think we're expecting a lot of trouble from a grieving family, Nate." she said exasperatedly
"Can I still carry a gun?" Kensi started walking out the door "Wear one of those ankle holsters?" here Nate started to follow her "Maybe that would make me walk funny."
"You already walk funny, Nate." Kensi called.
"Where are we with friends or lovers?" Callen asked
"There's one stand out - a guy." Dom said
"Friend or lover?" Callen asked. And I can't see why he would ask.
"Not really the question that had jumped out at me." Dom said
"Yea, me neither." I said
"Informed guess." Callen said in a questioning tone
"He's a six-foot, three 200 pound special forces paratrooper, guys. I'm leaning towards a friend." Dom finished with an awkward chuckle.
"Good call, Dom." Sam praised
"Got a hit on that phone number. Detail's coming up." Eric said walking over to where we stood, from his desk(I hadn't even notice him sit down and I call him my best friend) "Same phone number used to call in and erase McGuire's voice mail, also called him 15 times in the last four days." he pulled the list up on the screen as he talked and scrolled through the highlighted list.
"Somebody's trying to cover their tracks. Distance themselves from the investigation. Who is he? Who made those calls?" Callen asked
"That's him. The special forces paratrooper guy. He runs a private security firm." Dom said pulling up the photo of the man who made the calls.
"Bobby J. Jenlow & Associates." I read.
"Thanks guys." Callen said as he ans Sam left.
5 minutes later Dom, Eric and I were sat talking.
"Miss Summer. A moment please." Hetty said coming into MTAC, before leaving shortly after.
"Sure Hetty." I got up and followed her down to her office.
"Mr. Callen needs new gadgets. If you'll be so kind."
"Sure Hetty. Whole lot of just biometrics and phone?" I asked as she sat down.
"And a car if you wouldn't mind." she may have phrased it like a question, but I could tell it was a demand.
"Sure." I said before spinning on my heel, making my way to the garage.