Disclaimer- NCIS isn't mine. Never was, probably never will be.
Joe Bramson is not a patient man. He never was, probably never will be. Sitting in a car on the coldest night of the year, unable to turn on the heat for the fear that it will divulge his location, isn't how he really wanted to spend his Saturday night. He peered thorough the large metal device looped around his neck, taking a few pictures of his target. Frustrated at the lack of improvement, he threw it back down into the passenger's seat almost forgetting that someone was sitting there.
"Watch where you throw that thing." The mystery man snarled in a very heavy and unidentifiable accent. That guy was very irritating, Joe thought.
3
Back at the NCIS party room, Abby's; well NCIS's party was going full-fledged even at the late hour of night. The agents were all smashed, thank you wet bar, and everybody's getting a little to close for special agents Leroy Jethro Gibbs taste. Tony and Ziva were dancing so close together it would better be described as gyrating. McGee held Abby her hips so close to his as she bounced up and down as if he was trying to keep her from literally floating to the ceiling. Mouths were coming a bit to close and hands were flying as everyone's intoxication levels rose. Slowly Tony and Ziva's mouths connected with passion and heat so powerful that it practically radiated across the room, hitting Gibbs full blast in the cavity of his brain that stored his rules, and melted number twelve into a pile of goo. Everybody watched them so intensely that nobody took a second glance at Palmer and Lee trying to wrench the door open and escape and succumb to their "needs". Unfortunately, their alcoholic consumption massively altered their sense of vision and they accidently opened the fire exit, sounding the alarm and knocking everyone out of their alcohol induced stupor. Later that night, Michelle and poor Jimmy was accused of ruining the best party that Abby, NCIS, ever hosted. In fact, the crowd was so disappointed about missing the wet bar, they didn't notice the bright red sniper dot pointed at the forehead of somebody in the room.
Author's Note- Sorry for not updating! I really meant to but school, sports, etc distracted me. Please review! I have a second chapter ready but I really want to hear what you all think. Thanks a bunch.
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