NCIS fic (obviously), I know it's kind of stupid that I'm starting this one before I finish The Ash Story, but I'm bored. Tiva, possibly hints of Jibbs, even though this takes place after her death. Enjoy! :)
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"Grab your gear, we got a dead Marine!"
The familiar words rang through Ziva David's head. She grabbed her bag and ran to the elevator, closely followed by her teammates; Tony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee, and their more than capable leader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
What felt like seconds later (thanks to Gibbs' reckless driving), Ziva was ducking under the yellow tape at the crime scene.
The body was hunched over the steering wheel of the car. The vehicle's hood was compressed down the middle. Somehow, the car had veered off the road and into a lamppost on the corner of First and Twenty-Fourth.
"Ziva, pictures! DiNozzo, sketch! McGee, bag 'n tag!" Ziva pulled out her camera and began taking pictures of the totaled care and the body inside it.
The body was male, of average height and build (as far as Ziva could tell), with curly hair brown hair and a face that had never known premature worry, or any worry for that matter.
*There is something familiar about this, Ziva thought. But what?
"Hey, wasn't this where my car blew up during that whole La Grenouille fiasco?" Tony asked.
"That is what it was!" Ziva exclaimed, turning round to look at her partner. "There is something familiar about this place, but I could not remember what it was! This is where your car exploded!"
"Yeah, Probie, I just said that," Tony said. "Now be a good agent and go take your little pictures."
Ziva hardly heard him. It was here, all those years ago, that she though she lost him forever. She remembered seeing his car explode on the screen at MTAC, and she remembered the feeling that had leapt from her stomach and clawed its way up her throat. It was a feeling that she still hadn't been able to place, even today. Like the worst kind of fear only multiplied.
Ziva focused her attention on the scene. Doctor Mallard, or as everybody called him, Ducky, had just gotten the time of death.
"Well, Jethro, this young man expired fairly recently. About two or three hours ago, give or take."
"Cause of death, Duck?" Gibbs asked.
"I won't know for sure until I do the autopsy, but if I were to make a preliminary assessment, I'd say it was the impact that killed him. He has multiple bruises, and there's probably a large amount of internal damage."
"Alright, Duck. Let's get him home."
"Palmer! Get the gurney!"
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This is my first NCIS fic, so reviews are welcome. Hint of semi-real-life drama coming up, plus some hopes for the future. :)