Biohazard
Welcome to an NCIS story. This is set in the seasons when Jenny is alive. Contains JIBBS and TIVA. Hope you enjoy and please review.
Chapter 1- quarantine
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was down in his basement, drinking whiskey and working on his boat. He was in his old NCIS jumper and some old pants. He sat on his work bench, covered in saw dust, sipping his drink. His boat was halfway complete. This was his fourth boat her was working on. He swallowed his whiskey and stood back up again. He picked up a piece of sand paper and moved closer to his boat. He began to sand with the grain and dust particles began to fall. He was thinking about his latest case where some NAVY kids had gone rogue and had stolen a virus that could kill millions.
He heard footsteps descending his stairs basement stairs and he looked up. His eyes narrowed and he turned to face them.
"Who the hell are you?" Gibbs demanded as they descended his stairs. There was seven men, all dressed in suits and ties. The first man down was tall, lean with dark hair that was slightly ruffled. He looked slightly older than Tony and his slightly ruffled look did not suit him at all.
"Nick O'Dell, VIDC," O'Dell introduced himself once he was standing in front of Gibbs.
"VIDC?" Gibbs asked, confused.
"Virus Infections Disease Control," O'Dell said, holding out his badge for Gibbs to see.
Deciding it was legit, Gibbs looked back to O'Dell.
"What's this about?" Gibbs demanded, unhappy that strangers came wondering into his home.
"Your latest case involved a stolen Virus, correct?" O'Dell said, looking around the basement.
"Yeah, so what?" Gibbs asked, throwing down his sandpaper.
"We believe you may of become infected," O'Dell said, finishing his observation of Gibbs basement and his attention was now back on Gibbs.
"Infected?" Gibbs repeated.
"Yes. We are going to have to put you into quarantine. Your to come with us immediately," O'Dell said, reaching for some cuffs.
"What are the cuffs for?" Gibbs asked.
"for precaution," O'Dell said. Gibbs glared at him and O'Dell faltered. Gibbs continued to glare at O'Dell and O'Dell coughed uneasily.
"Let's go," O'Dell said uneasily and Gibbs followed the other men out of his home, glaring the whole time.
Director Jenny Shepard sat on her bed with a book and folders. Her glasses were perched on her nose and her red hair was out and fell to her shoulders. She was wearing her pink night dress with lace trimming and he fell just above her knees. Sighing she dropped one of her folders and took her glasses off. She rubbed her eyes and sighed again. She couldn't concentrate, not when a certain Special Agent with graying hair was on her mind.
Her doorbell rang and she sat up. She heard the door open and close. Jenny jumped up, grabbed her silk dressing gown and grabbed a gun. Slowly she mad her way out of the room and down the hall. Checking each room she made it to the stairs and found around seven men in suits and ties.
Jenny raised her gun.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded, cocking her gun.
"Director Shepard, put the gun down," one man said, while everyone else raised their guns.
"I'll ask again. Who the hell are you?" Jenny demanded once again.
"Mitchell Harper, VIDC," Harper said, showing his badge. Jenny, satisfied that it was not a hoax lowered her gun as did everyone else.
"VIDC?" Jenny asked.
"Virus Infection-" Harper began but Jenny cut him off.
"I know what it stands for, why are you here?" Jenny snapped, none to pleased that people were in her house.
"The latest case you were involved in with the stolen virus. We need to quarantine you," Harper explained.
"Quarantine me?" Jenny said, shocked.
"We need to make sure you weren't infected," Harper explained. "We need you to come with us now."
An agent close to Jenny took her gun and led her down the stairs. She shook him off her and followed them out to the car.
Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David where in a local bar, not far from their home. Loud music filled the bar as they drunk. They were sitting at the bar, laughing and having a good time. Over the years they had grown really close, becoming good friends and both, not knowing that the other had, had fallen for each other. Both were in love with each other but to afraid to tell the other.
They were both had come from work. Ziva was wearing a black skirt and a white shirt. Tony was wearing his suit, his tie loose around his neck.
"I do not understand," Ziva finally admitted."Awe, does the big bad assassin not get it?" Tony teased and Ziva punched his arm. He whimpered and coughed.
"Ouch," he cried and Ziva smirked and drank the last of her drink. Tony gave a sarcastic 'ha ha' and drank the last of his drink too.
"Ready to go?" Ziva asked. Tony wasn't ready but nodded all the same.
Ziva grabbed her bag and the left the bar.
"Want to come back to my place and watch a movie?" Tony asked.
Ziva smiled to herself.
"Yes, I would like that," Ziva answered and Tony grinned.
As they were walking to the car a van pulled up with a skid. Ziva and Tony turned to each other. About six men and women jumped out of the van and raced towards them. Ziva slowly bended down and extracted a knife from her thigh. She stood back up straight and Tony looked to her.
"Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David," a women called running up them. She reached them and Ziva attacked. She kicked the women in the stomach, grabbed her hand, spun around and flung the women on to her back. Another man came running up, gun drawn but Ziva kicked the gun out of his hand, brandished her knife. The other four people came running up, gun drawn and surrounded them.
"Drop the knife, Agent David," said the women that Ziva flipped to the ground. Ziva scowled and did so. One nervous looking men came forward and took the knife.
"Michelle Heart, VIDC," the women introduced.
"VIDC?" Tony asked, confused and looking to Ziva. She shrugged in return.
"Virus Infection Disease Control," Heart explained. "We are here about you latest case." she said, turning to Ziva and giving her a look. Ziva shrugged.
"She should of introduced herself earlier," Ziva muttered to Tony who chuckled. Michelle looked Tony up and down and smiled slightly.
"What about our latest case?" Tony asked, shifting the conversation along.
"The stolen Virus. We believe you may of been infected," Michelle said. Tony looked to Ziva, shocked.
"What?" Tony managed to choke out. "I've already had the plague, I don't need another life threatening disease."
"Aren't you a lucky one, yes?" Ziva chuckled. Tony made a face at her.
"We need to Quarantine you. You need to come with us now," Michelle said. Tony nodded and Ziva huffed.
"Come on along sweet cheeks," Tony said, nudging Ziva. Michelle's eyes went wide.
"I want my knife back," Ziva said. "It was gift for my third birthday."
The agents looked to each other, eyes wide.
Timothy McGee typed away on his new laptop. After what happened with his type writer he couldn't afford to have another repeat. After all he wanted to write another book. He had jazz playing the background and his fingers poised on his type writer. He was dressed in his collar shirt and black pants. He hadn't been bothered changing when he came in. It had been a long day and he was happy it was over.
Tommy and Lisa stepped into the elevator, an awkwardness hanging over them like a dark cloud. McGee began typing when a loud knock on his door made him spin. He stood up and his door suddenly burst opened. Stunned and confused, McGee watched as several people came into his apartment.
"What the hell is this? You broke my door," McGee cried as people filed in.
"Timothy McGee, Mark Fuller VIDC," the agent closer to him introduced himself.
"Virus Infection Disease Control?" McGee said, confused.
"You've heard of us. Good," Mark said. "We need you to come with us for quarantine."
"Quarantine?" McGee asked, confused as men began to push him out the door.
"You may of become infected," Mark said. McGee's eyes went wide and he gulped. This was a really long day.
Abby Shucito was coming back from bowling with the nuns. She was wearing he big boots and her black short skirt along with her black shirt with the white skull.
She pulled her hearse up to the front of her house. She stopped her car, the loud music by Brain Matter cut off her as she cut the ignition. She hummed happily and jumped out of her car.
"Abby Shucito?" said a voice from the dark. Abby looked up and around.
"Who's there?" Abby called, pulling out some pepper spray from her bag.
"Carl Evans. VIDC," Carl introduced, moving out of the shadows.
"What's VIDC doing here. At my house?" Abby asked, keeping a firm grip on her pepper spray.
"We need you to come with us for quarantine," Carl said.
"Why?" Abby asked.
"Your latest case with the stolen virus. You may of become infected," Carl said. "We need you to come with us now.'
"OK," Abby said, still holding her pepper spray as Carl led her to the van.
Hey, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and I hope I explained it OK. Tell me what you think!!!