Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of NCIS or the Stephanie Plum characters. I am only borrowing them for this little vignette then I will return them to their regularly scheduled lives.
For those of you not familiar with the Stephanie Plum book series by Janet Evanovich, they are about Stephanie Plum who is a bounty hunter who usually gets the job done via a lot of luck, spunk, and chaos and more often than not gets herself in to a more trouble. Joining her in her adventures are her on again/off again boyfriend Morelli, her mentor Ranger, her friend Lula and her grandmother. As for NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service) follows Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his team of agents and support staff solving crimes committed against Naval and Marine personnel and property.
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Bond Enforcement, Stephanie Plum often wondered why she kept doing this job at the risk of life, limb and car. There were occasions when her mother's voice would pop into her head and remind her that she could be working at the button factory making a steady paycheck and not getting shot at or her car destroyed. Then she thought about the good parts of her job, such as working independently, make her own hours and the nice bonus money. She sighed and picked a familiar folder out of her bag.
Sitting in her Honda in front of Mrs. DePalma's, Stephanie thumbed through the file again hoping something about her skip would jump out at her. She'd visited his mother again with no luck. The brother was stationed at the Naval Weapons Station about an hour away. While she was thinking, a man in a naval uniform came out of the mother's house and got into a silver Pontiac. Stephanie decided to go ahead and follow him, even if he headed toward the coast.
He didn't head for the highway; he headed for the warehouse district. Traffic was kind of light so Stephanie eased off a bit then drove on past when he pulled up next to a building. She circled around and parked across the street a little ways. After he went inside, Stephanie got out of her car to follow. She made sure she got her purse, but something told her she might wish she had the gun that was at home in the cookie jar.
Stephanie slid up next to the building and tried to look into the window by the door but it was caked with grime. She took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, praying it didn't creak. She stopped to listen for voices or footsteps; anything that would tell her where the sailor wandered off to. After a moment or two she thought she heard voices and tip-toed that direction.
When she got to a corner, she stopped and listened. Was the sailor meeting with his brother, her skip? For a second there was nothing, so she peeked around the corner. A shot rang out and her shoulder was on fire. Before she had a chance to move, something hit her in the head and it was lights out.
Stephanie wasn't sure how long she lay there on the warehouse floor, but when she woke up it seemed darker except for the little flashes of light behind her eyes. She fumbled around for her purse and felt around for her cell phone. She picked herself up from the floor and looked up briefly, sliding back down the wall for much needed support. She dialed his number by heart. "Joe? I need help."
"Cupcake, I am kind of in the middle of something." Morelli stated with a slightly annoyed tone.
"I've been shot." Stephanie explained, then a bit weakly. "I'm in a warehouse on Smith and oh, there's a dead sailor hanging from the rafters."
"Hang on Stephanie, keep talking to me. I'm on my way." Morelli said in a rush.
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Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs came down the stairs from Vance's office. "Grab your gear." He yelled.
"What's up boss?" Tony queried grabbing his weapon, badge and bag.
"Dead sailor in Trenton." Gibbs said.
"As in New Jersey? Do we even have a Navy presence in Jersey?" Tony asked
McGee answered, "There is a Naval Weapons Station, but it is a bit closer to the coast then Trenton."
"Ah, of course McSmarty pants would know that." Tony quipped
Gibbs smacked Tony on the back of the head. "So should you."
The elevator doors closed on the four agents as two tried to hide their mirth at Tony's expense.
