NCIS world
Edward gets in with the wrong crowd to save his brother, but how does he end up in the middle of a crime scene?

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or NCIS in any way, and I am gaining zero profit from this publication onto this website.

A/N: I won't go asking for reviews, because I often get annoyed of authors asking for them myself. I thought of this one day while watching NCIS. To be honest, I can only think of things to cross with FMA, I can't write a crossover without that anime in it. So when I thought of this combination, it had to be done. I am simply writing this for fun, but if not many notice it, it's pointless to continue uploading new chapters. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


"Listen, I swear I didn't rat you out! I'm not stupid. If you got caught, I would be walking into that cell right behind you."

Edward Elric, a sixteen year old boy, was being crowded into a corner by a group of teenagers. The building they were in used to be a nice apartment that was closed due to health violations. It was a ratty and run down place now, graffiti painting the walls.

The leader of the group was pushing Ed's shoulder back into the wall, keeping constant pressure to hold him there. There was an ugly sneer on his face, and he showed his yellow teeth when he spoke back to Ed.

"Yeah, I know ya' ain't stupid, I seen you pull fast one's on dem' police. But I also know dat you don' like workin' for me and meh guys here, so I need some proof you ain't tryin' to screw me oveh." His words blew foul breathe onto Ed's face, and he had to resist scrunching his nose in disgust. Had the guy ever heard of brushing his teeth? Or popping a mint, even?

"I have been working for you over a year, and you still don't trust me?" Ed asked, irritation clear in his voice. When no one answered, Ed rolled his eyes. "Okay, what do you want me to do to prove my loyalty to this...organization?"

"I wan' ya to sit tonight's job out-"

"Are you kidding?! This is one of the best paying deals this month!" Ed yelled, pushing against the hand on his shoulder. "You can't do this to me, Aaron, we had a deal here!"

Aaron put more pressure on Ed's shoulder, surely making a bruise if Ed's flinch was anything to go by.

"Don' cut me off, bitch! As I was sayin', I wan' ya to sit this one out. I have another job for ya." Aaron had a nasty smile. "You are working a trade behind the ol' auto shop near that fancy hotel."

Ed gave a loud groan, letting his head fall back painfully against the wall. "You asshole. You know that the cops are keeping eagle eyes on that place ever since the shoot out last week! There is no way I could pull that off!"

Aaron's smirk grew. "Well, use dat brain of yours, den'. This is the perfect way to prove yourself."

Ed couldn't believe his ears. He wasn't even working under Aaron, it was Aaron's father that he worked for. The stupid bastard had thrown Ed at his son, just to get him out of the way. As much as Ed wanted to quit, though, he couldn't afford to skip out on any jobs.

"Fine."


Ed unlocked the door to his tiny, cheap apartment room. After he walked in, he looked over his pathetic living space. The small kitchen was separated by a counter like island. It only contained a mini fridge, a set of shelves, a microwave, and a leaking sink.

His living room acted as his bedroom, the couch having a pull-out bed set up. Besides the bed, all he had in the room was a suitcase on the floor with clothes messily thrown around it. Of course, he had a shower. But there was no warm water.

Ed gave a deep sigh, pushing his bangs back with his hand and messing up his tight ponytail. He didn't seem to notice or care. He crankily pulled his red hoodie off over his head, tossing it behind him onto the bed. Giving a sharp tug, Ed pulled open his sad excuse of a fridge, only to see that it was near empty. There was a water bottle, a moldy convenience store sub, and a string cheese. His findings caused him to give another sigh.

Pulling the water bottle out, he slammed the fridge closed. After opening the bottle, he chugged half of it before setting it on the counter, walking to his bathroom. He stripped of the rest of his clothing, multiple scars on his chest and back. It also showed his artificial leg, its metal exterior shining in the poor bathroom lighting.

Ed turned the handle on the shower. Stretching out before getting under the freezing shower, he put his leg up on the wall. His knee was near his face as he moved his torso. He switched legs, repeating the action, before stepping under the stream of water. The moment the drops hit him, his skin burst into goose bumps. He washed himself as fast as he could before pulling out his hair tie and washing his hair as well.

After a few moments, he stepped out and wrapped himself in his only towel, making a mental note to go to the washing machines in the basement soon. He dried his body, worked the water out of his metal leg, and then put the towel on top of his head, ruffling furiously. He then got dressed in a large t-shirt and shorts that were noticeably shorter than what was usually in the boys section. He didn't seem to care about his dress attire, as seconds later he fell face first onto his bed, his towel falling to the floor. If he was going to do that job, he needed a few hours of sleep first.

That was, he would've gotten a few hours of sleep if some asshole hadn't started pounding on his door like a maniac.

Ed gave off a high pitched whine, rolling over to answer the door. There was one problem with his rolling though. He had forgotten how close he was to the edge, so his rear end had a nice meeting with the floor.

"Dammit!" Ed yelled, getting up and walking to his door. On his walk, he was rubbing his sore rear. Yanking open his door, he was ready to yell some more, but then he saw who it was that was knocking.

"Lust? What are you doing up at this time, don't you have work tonight?" Ed asked, opening the door more and stepping aside to let the curvy woman in. She sauntered in, sitting gently on his bed.

Lust was part of a family gone wrong. A man adopted 6 kids and cruelly named them after the seven deadly sins. Luckily, Ed had finally gotten them to report the abuse, and their uncle took them in. He was originally named King Bradley, but his brother gave him the messed up nickname of Wrath. That's how he got the idea to call his 6 children in a similar fashion.

Now they may all be free, but they had seen too much to simply let it go. All of them were involved in some pretty shady things. But no matter what trouble they got into, Ed was always there for them. The siblings had taken him in secretly when they found him a year ago, after his brothers kidnapping left him devastated.

Lust held out her arms towards Ed, indicating that she wanted him to come to her. "Eddie, baby, you have been overdoing it. There are bags under your eyes." She said, her smooth, soft voice inviting. Ed shuffled to her, giving her a hug before laying down and resting his head on her lap. If she cared about his hair being damp, she didn't say anything.

"I'm fine, really. Just a little tired is all." He said, ending his statement with a yawn.

"Don't lie to me," she scolded, running her fingers through Ed's wet golden locks. "I know how many jobs you've been working lately. Alphonse wouldn't want to see you like this! And why do you insist on living in this dump? We have offered you a room at our house multiple times."

"I don't want to be a burden." Ed mumbled, his eyes drooping, Lust's fingers gently massaging his head.

Lust was about to tell Ed that he could never be a burden, but when she looked down, he was fast asleep. She gave a sad smile at him. "If only Alphonse could see how hard you were working, Eddie. He would be sad to see you so worn at such a young age."


Ed was gently awakened by a hand rubbing his back. "Eddie, wake up. It's seven o'clock."

He tried rolling away, shoving his face into his pillow. "Five more minutes." His voice was muffled when he spoke.

The next attempt to wake Ed wasn't so gentle.

"Wake up, short stuff!" A body was suddenly bouncing on the bed right next to Ed. But Ed, having the fight or flight instincts he had, flailed at the sudden movement. His metal foot connected with someone's stomach.

"Shit-!" There was a thud of someone hitting the floor.

"Envy, you should know better than to wake Eddie up like that." Lust said, walking past her sibling and to Ed. He was sitting up, looking around the room in a sleepy daze. "Eddie, Envy and I brought you some food. I want you to eat a good meal before your job tonight."

"Huh? Envy?" Ed looked down at the teenager on his floor, he was holding his stomach. "Oh, did I kick you?"

"Hell yeah, you midget! That hurt!" Envy yelled.

Ed glared at Envy's comment about his height. But then he smirked, stretching. "Which foot was it?"

"The metal one!"

"Good." The smugness in Ed's words made Envy flip him the middle finger, scowling.

Lust shook her head at the two, laughing at their antics. "Come on, I have some nice leftover grilled chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy for you. It's warm and everything." She handed him a plate and fork.

Digging in as soon as the plate touched his hand, Ed crossed his legs to make it easier to bend over his food on the bed. "Lust, you are a life saver!" Ed said, careful not to spray food from his mouth.

"I know, you can thank me by giving yourself a break soon." Lust said. She had gone back to the kitchen, digging in a bag on his counter. They had gotten him groceries. Lust made her way back with a bottle of soda. She had to step around Envy, who had decided to make himself comfortable on the floor instead of getting back up. Sitting next to Ed, she put the bottle down between them.

The fork paused halfway to Ed's mouth. He looked at Lust's face, and he could tell how serious she was about him getting rest. He gave a heavy sigh. "Lust, you know I can't take a break-"

"You are going to make yourself sick, Ed." Envy said, his usual look of mischief replaced by concern, though he tried to hide it. "Your brother wouldn't want you to get him back in that state."

Ed just shook his head, gently placing the fork on his plate. "I really can't skip any jobs right now, guys." Before either of the siblings could argue with him, he continued talking. "They doubt my loyalty. If I don't keep up with the jobs they are throwing at me, they are going to fire me. They are the only ones who can help me get Al back. But they won't help me until I have earned them a few more thousands in cash." He put the plate on his bed, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

"What? I thought you were to the point where you only had to get them around a hundred dollars. Why is it in the thousands again?" Envy asked, his voice showing his irritation at Ed's employers.

"I guess I didn't do a job well enough, left stuff behind or something like that." Ed said, his tired eyes meeting Envy's.

"God dammit, Ed! They are going to keep pulling stunts like that. Just go to some cops or something! They would help you find Al for free, and wouldn't get you involved with stuff that could get you thrown in jail."

"It's a little late to go to the police, Envy. Especially with all the things I've done." Ed said, picking his plate back up. He started stuffing food in his mouth again. "Just let me get ready for tonight's job, okay?"

Envy scoffed, crossing his arms and looking away. Lust just sighed, standing up and walking to the door. "We stocked your fridge, don't starve yourself." She gave Ed a pointed look, but you could tell she was worried for him. "Envy, let's go."

When the door was shut behind them, Ed stopped stuffing food in his mouth. He stood up, put his near empty plate on the counter, and began getting ready for the job.

"Okay," Ed said to himself, looking at the clothes all over his floor. "Should I dress up as a homeless man, a drunk teen, or a hooker...oh, the choices!" He kneeled down next to the suitcase and started rooting around his messy pile. "I got a new skin tight shirt, maybe I should go with hooker."

Making up his mind, he started pulling clothes out and throwing them on his bed. Before getting dressed, Ed went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Finishing with some mouth wash, he moved on to his hair. His hair was pretty long, it was down to the bottom of his shoulder blades.

Ed started brushing his hair, deciding on a ponytail like usual. He made sure that there were no bumps or misplaced locks of hair before taking a black hair binder and maneuvering it at the top of his head.

"Make up, or no...I will figure that out after I get dressed." Ed said to himself.

Ed had chosen a black skin tight shirt that showed a three inch strip of his belly. The shorts that he had picked out were blood red and made of denim, so that he wouldn't make too much noise. Leather would have been loud, making it harder for him to sneak away. Under the shorts, he was wearing black tights that you could only see on his thighs. The rest was hidden under knee high heeled boots that hugged his calves. On the outer side of the boots were little white wings painted onto the heel.

To complete his theme of black and red, he put on decorative red, fingerless gloves that went to his elbows. It fit nice with the shirt, since it was strapless. To add a little more red to the top half of the outfit, he put on a red choker made of soft fabric.

Ed checked the outfit in his bathroom mirror, and decided he fit the role he was going for. After adding some black eyeliner and mascara, he looked his reflection in eyes and gave a forced smile.

"Well, let's get this over with."