Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the characters, you all would know of course, I hate typing these things, bleh...but I do own the character i have made up Tabitha O' Malley. Okay, enjoy.
*poof*
I gaze at the computer willing it to find the answer…now! No chance. The DNA samples from the two bodies downstairs were still running through databases. I sigh. This new case was bugging me out, and not in a good way. We had a possible John and Jane Doe couple. At least, that's what I think…they had rings on, so it seems to be a likeable hypothesis, and I really wanted to be right. I stifle a yawn with another sigh, and take a dry sip of my Caf-Pow. Ugh…running on empty and without a clue so no more Caff-Pow for a while, I think to myself. My back-up to keep me awake and focused was my background music booming through the speakers. If that didn't keep me up, then my last resort would be quite handy: thinking about the bodies down in autopsy. I shudder; this case was also very gruesome. The bodies were beyond being able to see the faces. The bodies were fine, which was strange, since they were found dumped in a couple of trash cans of a house they've never lived or were currently living in. Our first suspect-the owner of the house- had a really tight alibi: gone on a cruise, and hasn't been home for a month. What had called NCIS in for the case instead of the FBI was that the male was wearing a Navy Officer uniform. What was wrong with their faces were that they were torn up from the neck by what seemed to be a ravaging animal.
A beeping from my computer thankfully stopped my thoughts of the bodies' conditions as I looked at the match. The male was a retired naval officer, which explained why it took so long. Usually, the DNA runs on those who are currently in the Navy. Then the woman, who was his wife- take that McGee! I thought- was an elementary teacher. Just then-like he always amazingly does when I find something- Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs entered my lab with my Caf-Pow. His stern eyes (which are a very pretty icy blue) still shown the man he was when he was in the Marines: Sniping division. I give him a huge smile and skip up to him.
"Good morning my silver-haired fox," I said, reaching for the prized drink, but, of course, he had to have the info first.
"What'cha got for me Abs."
"Well, the man and woman is a married couple, as I suspected," I said, trying to get the Caf-Pow. But Gibbs, as stubborn as he was, pulled it out of reach and behind his back.
"How 'bout names Abby," he said.
"They are Edward and Alyson O'Malley," I said, eyeing the drink.
"Anything else?" he said returning my stare-down with a glare, but more gentle than his original.
"Whoa, slow down, I only just got this," I said, typing to open up the files, "Um, Ed here was a retired Navy officer, and his wife Aly was an elementary teacher. Uh-oh…"
"What's 'uh-oh'?" Gibbs asked.
"They have a teenage girl," I said, "How awful."
He hands me the Caf-Pow and kisses my temple, "Well, good work as always. Don't worry, I'll tell the rest of the team and we'll catch whoever did this."
I pull back his arm, "No…wait, there's a file here for her."
"Well then, pull it up," he said.
I clicked on the link and the file came up. The name Tabitha O'Malley came up. I did a little victory jump/dance, just to be brought down by a frickin' FBI firewall.
"Damn FBI!" I say in frustration, and yet in awe for them trying yet again to block NCIS out. I didn't forget the time Agent Fornell hacked us.
"Why do they have their file?' Gibbs asked, clearly way more pissed than I was at this.
"I can hack them this time or put a worm in the firewall so their files are virtual food, or-"
"Or I could call them and see why the hell they have half of our case files," Gibbs said, cutting me off my rant.
*poof*
*poof*
Okay, an hour has passed and I still have no access. What the hell is taking Gibbs so long? I wonder. I frown more at the screen and hear the elevator doors open. Finally! Then I hear the footsteps, Okay…Not Gibbs.
I turn around to see McGee in all his cute geekness. He had a look of despair on his face, and his green-grey eyes said "worry" all over them.
"Not now McGee."
"No, Abby, I'm here to see if it's true or not," he said, his voice almost breathless with panic.
"Yes, I was right, you were wrong, they were married. 20 bucks," I said with a smile and a roll of my eyes. Then I saw he was still depressed, "C'mon McGee, cheer up, just because Tony knew I was right doesn't-"
"I'm not here because of that."
"Oh, well," I said, shuffling my feet, "I need to get back to work on the case; I have to see if I'll get access to Tabby's file."
"T-Ta-Tabby?" McGee stuttered, then he shook his head and gravely said, "Then it is true."
"What are you talking about McGee?" I ask, a little irritated that he hasn't cracked yet, but also worried, I have never heard him sound this depressed, even when his sister was suspected for murder he never sounded this bad.
"Those two bodies down in autopsy," McGee started, "they're my cousins."
I gasp; his cousins?! Who could've done this? I walk to him and pull him into a comforting hug. "Tim…I never…otherwise…you don't have to pay me, this is personal." I look up at him, because he hasn't returned my hug. He is still looking at Tabitha's name on the plasma with a worried look.
"I'm guessing you were close to Tabitha?" I said, giving him a squeeze, willing him to return the hug.
"She was more like a- a second sister than a cousin," McGee said, trying desperately not to cry in front of me.
"Hey, we don't know if she's dead," I said, trying to soothe him. It usually worked when we were dating, but that was when he first joined NCIS. Now, he has seen and been through a whole lot worse. He's a harder egg to crack.
"Yet," he said. Damn. Why does he have to be such pessimist?! I thought, and then he continued, "I watched her grow up; I gave her all her nicknames like Tabbycat and Tibbygirl. Even though her parents didn't want her to, I gave her a cat named Jynx- Magyk, because she liked the way the names canceled each other out, and all the games we…we…" he started crying. I wrapped my arms tenderly around him and this time, he hugged back. It was breaking my heart to see him like this, so much that I started to cry. We stayed like that for a long time, or what it felt like a long time. Then it ended when the screen showed that we had access. I looked at him and he gave a watery chuckle, he put the pads of his thumbs and wiped my tears away. The reason he chuckled was that his thumbs came back black. I stared in horror, which made him laugh.
"Oh, I bet I look horrible!" I said.
"You never look horrible," McGee said, "Besides, I got all of it. Good thing you had quite a bit on, it didn't change much."
Man, for being so depressed, he still knows how to say such sweet things that make me want to melt. I thought, as I took his hand and led him to the other chair and started on the file. I opened it and saw her picture first. She was blonde-haired, green eyed (like deep green, almost like emerald with light shown through them. When the light was gone, they would be black.), and very pale skinned girl. Her accessories stood out a bit in he picture, because they were either lace, black, dark purple, bats, or smoky black eye liner that shown an artistic side to her and gave her eyes an even darker, on-the-edge look. Her dog collar chocker had a tribal design, and she had one bat earring in her left earlobe, two chrome hoops in her right earlobe and an adder that literally snaked around her left ear from the top of the ear to the earlobe over the bat.
"She looks like a blonde doppelganger of me," I said, surprised. She looks almost exactly just like me when I was her age; before I dyed my hair…strange that McGee is related to her.
"She's part of the reason I went out with you," he said, "She's been studying forensics and I told her about ya' and…well, she…."
"What?" I asked him.
"She's just as peppy and caffeinated as you are," McGee said, "She sort of forced me when I told her about you…I just never thought…"
I looked over at him, and he was looking down at his feet, blushing "You never thought what McGee?"
"That I would fall in love with you so much," he said, not meeting my eyes.
That was unexpected… I thought surprised, as I choked out, "Tim…I-I really don't know what to say."
He felt for my hand and grabbed it, and he looked up at me with his toothy grin that really lifted my spirits.
"Well, there was one difference…she had absolutely no body heat, but her warm personality made up for it. Like you said, she's most likely still alive," he said.
I chuckled and then it grew to where we were both laughing, which was short lived when I opened the rest of the file and it had a date of birth and a time of death. I looked over at McGee and saw his face fall at the site. All his hopes have been crushed. It almost hurt to look at him and before I knew it, I was leaking tears again.
"Tim, I'm so sorry," I said, "I should have sent you away, and you would never had to have gotten your hopes up."
"No, I don't think she's dead," McGee said in a whisper. I couldn't believe it, he still thinks she's alive.
I scrolled down and saw that there was no autopsy report, "They haven't done an autopsy on her yet," I said.
"That really does throw my gut into hard drive there," Gibbs' gruff voice sounded over the silence. Well, except for the music blaring of course.
"Oh, hey Gibbs," I said, keeping my eyes on McGee.
"Do you have an address to the house?"
"Yeah Gibbs, hang on," I scrolled down, "013 Nightwood Alden Road."
"Okay," Gibbs said as he gave me an extra Caff-Pow, I went to go and put it in my fridge, when I came back McGee was talking to Gibbs.
"Tim, you don't need to do this."
"Boss, I have to, there are things going on here that are beyond reasoning at the moment, and her parents are the only other people who would've been able to handle it, and they're dead."
"You don't know for sure yet."
Gibbs looked at me, and McGee turned to face me. All at once he blinked like he's never seen me before. Then a guilty look flashed across when he pulled his curious look. Then weird hinkyness happened. First Ducky came up on the webcam.
"Abigail, are you there? I have some news on the bite marks."
"Yeah Ducky," I said and I pulled him up on the plasma.
"Oh good, Timothy and Jethro are there with you," he said, seeing Gibbs and McGee as they walked in the shot, "Well, this should take less time."
"What do you have Duck," Gibbs asked impatiently.
"Well, the bite marks don't fit any kind of animal, what they are, however, is more ghastly than what we've feared."
"And what would that be?" McGee asked, ready for action.
"The teeth marks are, well, human," Ducky said perplexed.
"Like what? Vampires?" I asked, not serious at all.
"Afraid so my dear," Ducky said, "We live in a world that is cruel and dangerous, though as I see it, we are going through another version of the middle ages. Why, before you know it, we'll be bringing back the noose and guillotine back for witches and werewolves. Anyways, I'll send Mr. Palmer up with a blood sample from the neck wounds to see if there's any saliva you can separate and identify."
"Thanks Ducky," I said, and the screen went back to Tabby's picture and file. Gibbs turned to McGee, "Get your things; we've got a body to inspect more closely to see if it's still alive before its cut up."
I looked at McGee, "You are not thinking about going are you?"
"I have to Abs," he said to me.
I stamp my boot in frustration, Crap; I'm going to have to keep an eye on him. "Then I'm going too."
He looked shocked as I went over to him and linked my arm through his, but looking in his eyes I knew he wouldn't mind. I looked over at Gibbs who looked alright with it.
"Alright then, let's go," Gibbs said.
*poof*
End of Chapter 1
Hope you all liked it! Please give me feedback, R/R, 'cause i really would love to turn this into some sort of chronicles, or maybe just a sequel. Idk, please, please, please with a large Caf-Pow on top no haters...it hurts. It's my first fanfic, so...sorry if you didn't like it.