I've decided to do a just slight twist to the movie Basic Instinct written by Joe Eszterhas. I've made Jethro Gibbs take the place of Michael Douglas' character in the film, also Jennifer Shepard takes the place of Sharon Stones character as well. (If only sexy Mark Harmon was in the movie! Sighs)
Remember: I don't own anything. Give credit to Joe Eszterhas. Im just putting a slight NCIS touch to it.
*Written in form of a movie script. I've added more descriptive detail when needed.
Enjoy the read! Many Chapters more to come!

BASIC INSTINCT

A BEDROOM AT NIGHT:

It is dark; we don't see clearly. A man and woman make love on a brass bed. There are mirrors on the walls and ceiling. On a side table, atop a small mirror, lines of cocaine. A tape deck plays the Stones "Sympathy for the Devil."

Atop him, she straddles his chest, her breasts in his face. She leans down, kisses him. She inserts two fingers in his mouth, he sucks on them briefly. She continues rocking her hips against him.

The man, Johnny Boz is in his late 40's, slim, good-looking. We don't see the woman's face. She has long Auburn hair. She leans over his face, moves her hands up and holds both of his arms above his head. She moves higher atop him... she reaches to the side of the bed... a white silk scarf is in her hand... her hips above his face now, moving... slightly, oh-so slightly... his face strains towards her. The scarf in her hand... she ties his hands with it gently to the brass bed, he kisses her hard nipple that's hovering over his mouth.

The song plays. He is inside her...his head arches back...She arches her back... her hips grind... her breasts are high...Her back arches...her head tilts back... she extends her arms back and reaches for the icepick under the bead spread... the right arm comes down suddenly...stabbing the side of his neck... He bucks, writhes, convulses...she continues stabbing his chest repeatedly, until he screams to his death.

A BROWNSTONE IN PACIFIC HEIGHTS - (MORNING)

* Winter in San Francisco cold, foggy. Cop cars everywhere. The lights play through the thick fog. Two Homicide detectives get out of the car, walk into the house. Jethro Gibbs is 42. Trim, very good-looking, a nice suit; handsome face. GUS MORAN is 64. Crew-cut, silver beard, a suit rumpled and shiny, a hat out of the 50's, face worn and ruined, has the face of a backwoods philosopher.

THE BROWNSTONE:

* There's money here - deco, clean, hip - That looks like a Picasso on the wall. They check it out.

GUS: "Who was this fuckin' guy?"

JETHRO: "Rock and roll, Gus. Johnny Boz."

GUS: "I never heard of him."

JETHRO: (grins) "Before your time. Mid-sixties. Five or six hits He's got a club down in the Fillmore now."

GUS: "Not now he don't."

They Past the uniformed guys, nods and waves, then past the forensic men... past the coroner's investigators... they get to the bedroom.

THE BEDROOM:

* They walk in, stare - it's messy. It's like a convention in here. LT. PHIL WALKER, in his 50's, silver-haired, the Homicide guys; JIM HARRIGAN, late 40's, puffy, affable; SAM ANDREWS, 30's, black. A CORONER'S MAN is working the bed.

LT. WALKER:(to Jethro and Gus) "You guys know Captain Talcott?" (They nod.)

GUS: "What's the Chief's office doin'here?"

CAPT. TALCOTT: "Observing."

LT. WALKER: (to the Coroner's Guy) "What do you think, Doc?"

THE CORONER'S GUY: "The skin blanches when I press it - this kind of color is about right for six or eight hours."

LT. WALKER: "Nobody say anything. The maid came in an hour ago and found him. She's not a live-in."

GUS: "Maybe the maid did it."

LT. WALKER: "She's 54 years old and weighs 240 pounds."

THE CORONER'S GUY: (deadpan) "There are no bruises on his body."

GUS:(grins) "It ain't the maid."

LT. WALKER: "He left the club with his girlfriend about midnight. That's the last time anybody saw him."

JETHRO:(looks at body)"What was it?"

THE CORONER'S GUY: "Ice pick. Left on the coffee table in the living room. Thin steel handle. Forensics took it downtown."

HARRIGAN: "There's come all over the sheets - he got off before he got offed."

GUS: (deadpan) "That rules the maid out for sure."

CAPT. TALCOTT: "This is sensitive. Mr. Boz was a major contributor to the mayor's campaign. He was Chairman of the Board of the Palace of Fine Arts" -

GUS:(to Jethro) "I thought you said he was a rock and roll star?"

LT. WALKER: "He was a retired rock and roll star."

CAPT. TALCOTT: "A civic-minded, very respectable rock and roll star."

GUS:"What's that over there?" (They see the white powder laid out in lines on the small mirror on the side table.)

JETHRO:(deadpan) "It looks like some civic-minded, very respectable cocaine to me, Gus."

CAPT. TALCOTT:(evenly, to Jethro)" Listen to me, Gibbs. I'm going to get a lot of heat on this. I don't want any... mistakes." (Jethro and Talcott look at each other a moment, then) -

JETHRO: "Who's the girlfriend?" (Lt. Walker looks at the notepad in his hand.)

LT. WALKER: "Jennifer Shepard, 162 Divisadero."

(Jethro writes it down. He and Gus turn, leave. Captain Talcott watches them. He looks disturbed.)

THE LIVING ROOM:

As they head out -

JETHRO: "Talcott doesn't usually show up at the office 'till after his 18 holes. What are they nervous about?"

GUS: "They're executives. They're nervous about everything."

LT. WALKER: "Jethro!" (He stops, turns, sees Walker behind them. Walker comes up to them.)

LT. WALKER: (to Jethro) "Keep your three o'clock."

JETHRO: "Do you want me to work the case, Phil, or do you want me to" -

LT. WALKER: "I said keep it.

A VICTORIAN ON DIVISADERO - (DAY)

* It is more a mansion than a house. They ring the bell. An Hispanic maid answers. They flash their badges.

JETHRO: "I'm Detective Gibbs, this is Detective Moran. We're with the San Francisco Police Department. We'd like to speak to Ms. Jennifer Shepard."

THE MAID: (after a moment, with an accent) "Just a moment. Come in." (She leads them into a lavish, beautifully done living room that offers a sweeping view of the Bay.)

THE MAID: "Sit, please. Just a moment."

(They look around, impressed. There is a Picasso on the wall here, too.)

GUS: "Ain't that cute? They got his and her Picassos."

JETHRO: (smiles)"I didn't know you knew who Picasso was, Gus."

GUS:(grins) "I'm a smart son of a bitch. I just hide it."

(Jethro smiles - and at that moment a beautiful blonde walks into the room. She looks like she has been asleep. She is in her early 20's. She wears a very sheer robe.)

JETHRO: "We're sorry to disturb you, we'd like to ask you some -

THE WOMAN: "Are you vice?"

GUS:(after a moment)"Homicide."

THE WOMAN: "What do you want?"

GUS: "When was the last time you saw John Boz?"

THE WOMAN: "Is he dead?"

JETHRO: (after a moment)"Why do you think he's dead?"

THE WOMAN: "You wouldn't be here otherwise, would you?"

GUS: "Were you with him last night?"

THE WOMAN: "You're looking for Jennifer, not me."

JETHRO: "Who are you?"

THE WOMAN: "I'm Roxy. I'm her - friend."

ROXY: "She's out at the beach house at Stinson. Seadrift. 1402."

JETHRO: "Thanks." (They start to head out.)

ROXY: "You're wasting your time. Jennifer didn't kill him."

(A moment, they look at her, and go)...

SEADRIFT - STINSON BEACH - DAY

* Foggy. Cold. It is an expensive spit of land on the ocean. Multi-million dollar "beach houses" with gardens and swimming pools. There are two Ferraris in the driveway - one black, one white. They get out of the car in front of the house. They see a woman in back of the house, sitting on a deck chair, staring at the sea, a blanket around her. As they get to her -

JETHRO: "Ms. Shepard?"(She takes a long look a Jethro, then looks away.)

* Jenny Shepard is 34 years old. She has long auburn hair and a refined, classically beautiful face. She is knockout gorgeous like Roxy; there is a smoky kind of sensuousness about her.

JETHRO: "I'm Det…"

JENNIFER:(evenly) "I know who you are." (She doesn't look at them. She looks at the water.)"How did he die?"

GUS: "He was murdered."

JENNIFER: "Really. Maybe that's why you're from Homicide. How?" (Jethro glances at Gus.)

JETHRO: "With an ice pick."

(She closes her eyes a moment and then, still staring out, we see a thin smile. They see it, too, and glance at each other.)

JETHRO: "How long were you dating him?"

JENNIFER: "I wasn't dating him. I was fucking him." (They glance at each other again.)

GUS: "What are you - a pro?" (Jennifer looks at him - that thin smile again.)

JENNIFER: "No. I'm an amateur." (She looks away.)

JETHRO: "How long were you having sex with him?"

JENNIFER: "About a year and a half."

JETHRO: "Were you with him last night?"

JENNIFER: "Yes."

JETHRO: "Did you leave the club with him?"

JENNIFER: "Yes."

JETHRO: "Did you go home with him?"

JENNIFER: "No. We had a drink at the club. We left together. I came here. He went home."

JETHRO: Was there anyone with you last night?"

JENNIFER: (looks at Jethro) "No. I wasn't in the mood to have sex with anyone last night." (They look at her a moment.)

JETHRO: "Let me ask you something, Ms. Shepard? Are you sorry he's dead?" (Jennifer looks at him.)

JENNIFER: "Yes. I liked fucking him." (They stare at her. She looks out at the water.) "I don't really feel like talking anymore."

GUS: "Listen, lady, we can do this downtown if you" -

JENNIFER: "Read me my rights and arrest me and I'll go downtown." (She doesn't even look at them.) "Otherwise, get the fuck out of here. Please." (A long moment as they look at her.)

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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