Hi this is the first fan fic I have written for NCIS. I have this big plan for a finale sort of case that should end up being fairly long and substantial. For now this is rated T but the rating may go up in later chapters. I plan to update his story quite regularly and already a few chapters ready to go. Please read and review.
At 9 pm on a cool, quiet evening in Washing DC a beautiful young woman stepped out of the service entrance of the Mayflower Hotel and gathered her modest brown coat tighter around her maid uniform to shield herself from the cold. Her low black heels clicked loudly against the asphalt as she took a shortcut through the same alley she walked every night to get home to her small apartment where she lived alone. She might have been afraid were in not for the fact that she had taken this same path home for 3 years. Now she thought nothing of the shadowy corners of the alley and the oppressive brick walls surrounding her.
Her 14 hour shift had left her exhausted and following her familiar path as though on auto pilot. It was her exhaustion that also prevented her from noticing a large figure running up behind her and wrapping a strong forearm around her neck so tightly that it immediately cut off her windpipe. She did not even get the opportunity to voice a single scream as the strong arm gripped her tighter still. Her arms and legs flailed wildly trying to free herself of the death grip. She fought with a wild passion for a long while, scratching at the man who held her but he did not falter nor say a word. He merely held her fast like a statue even after her arms stilled and her body slumped he did not release the vice like hold on her throat until he was sure no breath passed her lips.