A/N well here's chapter two all ready to go….. You know how to get chapter three……
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Danny and Lindsay
Danny sat on the couch watching TV. The crime show was so unrealistic that he was finding it amusing. "Hey Montana, Don't you wish we had a case that could be solved in an hour?" He stood up and switched the television off, and moved into the kitchen where Lindsay sat in her sweat pants and singlet sipping cocoa and emailing home. She looked up at him and smiled. "You know like the mystery of Charlotte?"
Danny nagged Lindsay about Charlotte's story ever since the young woman had come face to face with her father. Knowing that if anyone had the story it would be his girlfriend…… Chocolates hadn't worked, Roses hadn't worked, surprise questions hadn't.
Lindsay smiled indulgently at her boyfriend. Really he was just like a big kid in a toy shop. "You'll have to do better than that. After all its her secret not mine.", Danny looked at her. Lindsay recognised the look. "oh no you don't", she jumped of her stool and ran for it squealing. Danny chased her around the lounge, though the hallway, finally catching her in their bedroom. Throwing her on the bed he began tickling her. Lindsay laughed and laughed. During gasps of air she giggled, "No…. I'm… not….telling…..ever." Danny changed tactics.
Lindsay couldn't resist Danny's kisses and this was no exception. His lips were strong and firm against her own. His hands were- She opened her mouth slightly to groan but he was too quick for her and slide his tongue over hers gently caressing it. She moaned and broke away. "okay I'll tell you." Danny smiled against her lips. She felt rather than heard him say, "I knew it." Lindsay sat up, leaning over him. "You tickle rapist." pity she was smiling.
Flack and Charlotte
Charlotte had come home to find her secret boyfriend Don Flack standing in her kitchen cooking. Don Flack cooking was a lovely sight, but a topless Flack cooking well…She was very very happy to see him. Don said nothing as she came in and after dropping her bad in the corner, came up behind him and kissed his neck. "Mmm what smells so good?" she enquired, laying her head against Flack's naked back. He turned around and put his arms around her waist. She lifted her head for the kiss but when it came it was soft and quick not like Don at all. "What's wrong babe?" She asked lifting one eyebrow. He shook his head and kissed her eyebrow. "Nothing. As for what smells so good, it's Chicken Stir fry. Now I know you'll want to shower so off you go." He lightly slapped her butt in his usual fashion.
Later as they were eating dinner, he startled her by asking her, "Why didn't you tell me about your Dad? I'm your boyfriend. Don't I deserve that? The truth?" She shook her head. "Oh Don. I really didn't want to have to burden you with my past. Its something I'd much rather forget. But if you want to know, I'll guess tell you." Don put down his fork and looked at her. She smiled ruefully. "Here, you might need this." She refilled his wineglass and did the same to hers.
"Well when I was five my mother was murdered. I was living in Washington with her and my father but we almost never saw him as he was trying to work his way up the ranks of NCIS. One day my mother was gunned down in a corner store robbery gone wrong. I was at pre school. My father was the one that told me what happened. He said she died in a car crash. I was told never to drink and drive, it was a drunk driver that killed her. After her funeral he packed me up and sent me to my mum's sister in New Zealand. I grew up in Auckland with my cousins and eventually as young children do, I forgot all but brief memories. My father wrote to me but that was all the contact I had with my past. As far as I knew I was a Kiwi, Auckland was my home, I was a Jafa.(a/n this is what the rest of the country calls us Aucklanders). One day when I was sixteen I asked my aunt how my mother really died. I wasn't stupid. What were the chances of running into a driver drunk enough to kill you, in Washington at 10am?!? My aunt told me that my mum had been gunned down and that the man who did it was never caught. My whole world was ripped apart. I spent the next ten years studying and saving until I could move here to New York. I figured that being in the states would make it easier to find out about my mother's death. I haven't spoken to my father since I was sixteen and told him that I knew the truth."
Charlotte picked her wineglass up and drained it. "Well that's my story. Now Don if you'll excuse me." She stood up and fled the table, tears in her eyes. Don sighed and placed his head in his hands. Why did he have to ask? She was obviously still hurting and confused. Seeing her father properly hadn't helped. Idiot.
He stood and picked up the dishes placing them in the dishwasher. Then he grabbed a spare pillow from the hall closet and lay on the couch with the old throw rug covering him. He fell asleep to the sound of his head pounding out, stupid, stupid, stupid…….
Mac and Stella
Stella hadn't needed to ask her lover the story of Charlotte and her father. She already knew. As Danny and Lindsay lay curled in each others arms, swearing vengeance on the man that had hurt their newest team member, who was now undoubtedly a member of the family, Stella lay in Mac's arms. As charlotte lay curled on her bed crying, she lay safe with her lover.
Stella looked at Mac. "Mac, do you think it was smart to call in Gibbs to work on a case that Charlotte was already working on?" Mac smiled at his beautiful lover. "Stel, I did it for a reason. I was going to do it at the first opportunity I got anyway. Those two have been too far apart for too long. Gibbs misses his daughter and Charlotte needs to hear why Gibbs lied to her. It was just luck it was one of Charlotte's first cases. Who knows, maybe these two can patch up their differences and find Ellen's killer together."
Stella snorted. "You don't want much do you?" she asked. Mac smiled his devious smile at her again. "Right now I just want you," he growled as her flipped her over and looked down at her. His lips meet hers in show of love and passion.
Tony and Ziva
Tony was aware how lucky he was to have Gibbs allow him and Ziva to share a room. He was aware of how lucky that was. Maybe it was just because Gibbs was distracted with his daughter at the time. He was also now very aware of how much he wanted to take advantage of it. Unfortunately Ziva was sitting in their suite reading a file. It was the exact same on as his. They had been given to every member of the NCIS team and briefly summarised the case, as so far. Ziva was rereading hers for the forth time.
"Zeeevaaa" he whinged. "Come to bed. You've read that a million times already and I wanna sleep."
Ziva peered up at him. "Tony how do expect to understand the case if you don't know what is going on. Anyway, you don't want to sleep. You could do that alone. No, I think you have ulterior motives." She looked pointy at his crouch.
Tony couldn't fault her observation skills. He stood up and walked over to the chair where she sat. Standing behind her in only his silk boxers he bent down to her.
Ziva felt his warm breath on her cheek. "Please Ziva?" His lips gently brushed her ear as he nuzzled her neck. "You want me as much as I want you." The sound of his low growl and the feel of his breath on her cheek and neck were driving her crazy. Well what the heck, she was a fast reader. Tomorrow was a new day.
"Now tell me about Gibbs and the beautiful Miss Gibbs. Go on." Ziva shuddered and began to tell her lover about the Gibbs' past. Tony listened attentively and then rewarded her. Damn him he always knew how to get to her.
Flack and Charlotte
Flack's less than restful sleep was disturbed by the annoyingly cheerful ring of his cell phone. Flack rolled over and off the couch. The sound of giggles made him pull himself up off the floor. Charlotte sat on the armchair with a steaming cup of coffee, looking a lot more like herself. "Aren't you going to get that?" She asked innocently. Grumbling good naturedly he stood and flipped his phone open.
"Flack,"
"Flack we need you down here, seems there's been another one." Mac's voice was stressed, it must be bad. "They're younger. We need Charlotte too." Flack guessed that Stella had told Mac about her suspicions. Oh drat!
"Mac we'll be right there." he got the address and flipped his phone shut. Charlotte's cheerful look faded at the look on his sombre face.
"Another?" she asked softly.
He nodded, "They're young, Char." She softly swore. "Mac wants you there as well." she nodded at went to the bedroom to change.
Ten minutes later they left the apartment and walked to Central Park. Charlotte's apartment was two blocks away and on the short walk they contemplated the possibilities. None of them were pretty. They were met by Agent DiNozzo and Officer David.
"They're off the path a bit but still watch where you step. It's pretty gory." DiNozzo said. Agent Gibbs and Mac were waiting for them just before the crime scene. "Two victims, young unidentified male and female identified as fifteen year old Anna Ploughberry. Two joggers found them. Hawkes is having trouble getting a TOD. Cause could be difficult too. Flack, I need you to interview those joggers. McGee and Danny have already taken crime scene photos but before we move anything we want Charlotte to look at the scene."
Flack was already strolling away so Charlotte followed Agent Gibbs and Mac.
The two bodies lay entwined together. The male holding his girlfriend tightly. It would have been cute except for the startling youth of the pair and the fact that these two were gutted. The surrounding trees held organs and the ground was soaked with blood. Charlotte noticed that the faces were clean and unharmed. She grimaced. The girl's purse was sitting next to the couple clean and closed. Agent McGee informed her that nothing was missing. She wandered around trying to get into the shoes of the killer. It took two laps in silence before she noticed it. How could she have missed it? Sitting entwined in the girl's hair was a gleaming metal object. She grabbed some gloves and picked it up. She swore.
"Mac, Agent Gibbs I got something." The pair looked over at her. She held it up. "I need to take this back to my office. There are too many similarities for it to be wrong. I need to consult my books."
Gibbs stepped forward. "What is it?" really the man should never try to act the concerned father. She hated him, she was sure, he lied to her. He lied.
"I will tell you, all of you when I have made my conclusion. In the meantime I'll need crime scence photos and autopsy reports." her tone softened. "Mac you know the drill."
She handed Danny the badge and strolled off, peeling off her gloves as she went.
A/N oooh feisty! Well I don't blame her. So cue the reviews. I will update chapter three as soon as I can but since I don't know when that will be I'm giving you Chapter two now. If you're missing the story just drop me a line and I'll let you know how much longer it will be. Feeding my review bunny helps too!
Any suggestions for the next chapter would be appreciated and thanks so much to those that reviewed Chapter One. It's you 7 that inspired me to keep writing. Also thanks to the person that corrected me on the Marine's rank. I'll stick with what I've got for now (Hey's its AU anyway….hehehe) but I'll bear it in mind for another character that will debut later. Smile and have fun all
Rock on
KM.
