Heyo, so this is going to be an actual story but set up in a way of an NCIS episode. The end of each chapter is like a phoof and there will only be four chapters but they will be long and filled with fun NCIS-y stuff. The italics will be like the phoof before right after the commercial break before everything starts. Like the summary said, this is an interpretation of how I think the season finale and season 10 will be so this is technically a huge spoiler for what happens in the middle of season 10.
P.S. My other story, Gone for the Summer will now be discontinued and I will probably rewrite it in the summer with a new title. Sorry if you were reading it, it will be much better then though.
The scientist could only manage a nod before she was alone in the bullpen and the elevator was closing for the two agents.
She ran through the park, following the path she always did. Her feet landed on in front of the other in a methodic fashion. Her heartbeat was quick and her breathing slow. She had run this path many times.
Some one hundred yards away, a sniper trained its scope on its target. The man did not know the woman personally, but the man who hired him did so he did not care. This man is an experienced sniper, most likely out of the military. Although he would usually police his brass and leave with the gun, this wasn't his gun and he had orders to leave it behind after the job was done.
The scope trained on a fork in the path. The woman always took the right side path in the fork; she had been doing that for the past month as he watched her.
Today was different though, the woman had plans to meet someone for breakfast and she needed to take a shorter path so she could go home and shower. Today, the woman turned right before the fork and went down a small flight of five stairs.
At that moment, the sniper took his shot. If the woman had not changed directions, the bullet would have gone right through her skull, but the woman was lucky enough only to get hit on the shoulder.
The woman only stumbled a little at the force that just rammed into her shoulder. She halted for a moment as her hand went to touch the wounded shoulder. When she drew her hand back and saw blood, her instincts kicked in; this was not the first time she had been shot. Her hand went to her waist to her holstered gun as she looked around for the shooter. The pain in her shoulder was immense as she started to run to an area she hoped would be out of the shooter's sight and range. The whole exchange took only seconds, not long enough for the sniper to get another shot off.
The shooter grunted in displeasure as his target ran off, now under the cover of trees. He unloaded the empty bullet case and placed it beside the sniper then got up and left calmly.
The injured shoulder was now bleeding profusely but she would deal with that in a moment. First she had to cancel her breakfast plan and possibly get a ride to the hospital; her car was still at her apartment two miles away. She took out her phone and dialed a familiar number. The phone only rang once before a man with a gruff voice answered. The woman's words were short and simple to easily get the message across, "Gibbs, I've been shot."
The office was about ten times brighter than it really should be but the orange walls and giant skylights seemed to reflect the sunlight into a blinding light. Or at least that was how it seemed to be for one of the agents. Then again, that agent complained and exaggerated just about anything and everything he could. This was just an excuse for him to talk in the dead silent bullpen of the MCRT. "Maybe we should've gotten rid of the orange walls. They're so bright and they reflect the sunlight like glass." He said it calmly, thoughtfully, and to the only other agent in the bullpen with him.
The other agent looked over at his colleague. "What are you talking about, Tony? The building is as bright as it always has been." He responded.
"No, look up, it's like a blinding white up there." The agent named Tony said, squinting his eyes as he looked up at the skylights.
His argument wasn't very strong, and the other agent was now determined to prove Tony wrong. "It's almost noon, why would I look up? The sun is up there, of course it's blinding." He retorted with a small eye roll then went back to typing on his computer.
Just as Tony opened his mouth to say some snarky remark, a young woman with black hair, dressed in all black, down to the knee length boots, and a long white lab coat, walked into the bullpen. Her face was creased with worry and that was the first thing the two agents noticed when they looked at her.
Tony spoke their thoughts first, "What's up Abs?" He asked, dropping the other conversation he had started.
Abs was of course a nickname for the short version of her name, Abby. Her name was Abigail Scuito; her title was forensic scientist at the NCIS headquarters of Washington DC. Her lab was more of a home than her real home was. She was just about the happiest goth alive and a very fretful person. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Have either of you seen Gibbs? He said yesterday that he had something to ask me but I haven't seen him at all today." She looked from one agent to the other, wondering if they had any answers.
"We thought he was with you." The yet-to-be-named agent replied simply.
Tony looked across the bullpen to where his partner, the only female agent in the team of four, usually sat. "Now that you mention it, Ziva hasn't shown up either."
Abby turned to look at the unnamed agent, who was giving Ziva's desk a curious look. "Didn't you hear something about Ziva having breakfast plans with someone, McGee?" She asked.
That question earned Abby a startled look from Tony. Apparently he had not heard of those plans. Deep inside he felt a twinge of anger, and possibly a hint of jealousy, for that new found information.
McGee nodded calmly, "Yeah, she mentioned it a few days ago. Never said a date though."
That seemed to cheer Abby up a little. "She's probably just having breakfast or something with Gibbs and they lost track of time." Always the optimistic.
It was a logical reason, but not enough for Tony. "Check their phones." He ordered to McGee.
The other agent immediately set out to doing that and worry creased the forensic scientist's face once again. After about thirty seconds a ding sounded from McGee's computer.
"Got it." McGee almost instantly recognized the address both phones were at. "Oh…I don't think they're having breakfast." He typed a combination on his keyboard quickly and the map on his computer showed up on the plasma screen that separated Tony and McGee's desks.
Tony had stood up to see the address. As soon as he read "Bethesda", the agent ran back to his desk, grabbed his coat, bag, gun, and badge, and then raced to the elevator without a sound.
McGee was quick to follow. Once he had gathered everything, the agent turned to Abby and said calmly. "Don't tell anyone anything until we know more. I'll call and update as soon as I can."
The scientist could only manage a nod before she was alone in the bullpen and the elevator was closing for the two agents.
So, how is it? I like it for the most part. Usually the scenes are longer in the show, I know, but the next few chapters will be longer and hopefully more interesting.