This is a story I started a little bit ago on NFA, and then started to rewrite. This is the rewrite version, though I did change a tiny bit of the prologue. This starts off at the end of "Till Death Do Us Part", so SPOILER ALERT. Please R/R.
PROLOGUE
Jonathan Cole and Gibbs shared one last look, before the older man ran to help his team member. Cole thought about Gibbs. After several months spent lying in a jail cell, he had thought about his attempts to murder, and the times he succeeded, and come to regret them. Ever since Gibbs had asked him to go 'undercover' with Dearing, he had wanted to apologize to him. Now, all of a sudden, things were happening too quickly. Gibbs had suspected that there was a bomb in Vance's car. Cole had volunteered to try to diffuse it, and now he was holding Gibbs' knife, with several pounds of live C4 in front of him. He knew that if it blew, he probably wouldn't survive. He thought about all the agents that could be injured, or die. Then, he gritted his teeth, and looked closer at the bomb.
The C4 was connected together by wires, lots of them. The whole contraption included a cell phone, and that made Cole nervous. That meant that instead of him knowing when the bomb would go off, it could happen at any time. Sweat began to form on his face. Dimly, in the background, he heard someone yelling for another person to run for it. That made him even more nervous.
Looking back at the bomb, he studied the wires. He saw one group of wires that, if he cut, might stop the bomb. But his fear was catching up with him, and his hand started shaking. He wanted to apologize to Gibbs, but there wasn't time. Readying his knife, he prepared to make one last attempt to stop the bomb. Then, to his horror, the phone rang. He slowly looked at it. The message read just two words.
"For Evan"
Cole dropped the knife. He whispered, "Sorry", before being blown back.
I have the next 3 parts done, so….