McGee's cellphone violently vibrated as he tried to snap a picture. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered the camera. McGee sighed lightly and re-did his picture. The vibration stopped as he shouted over his shoulder, "Boss, I found something." He snapped on a pair of rubber globes and examined it closely. Gibbs walked over and stole the object in Tim's hand, that greatly resembled a lighter. High pitched beeping abruptly filled the air. Tony looked to McGee, who looked to Ziva. Ziva then glanced at Ducky and Palmer, who hopped into the truck. Tony sniffed the air and hesitated, "Run!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
The team weaved in and out of trees and bushes. Ziva and Gibbs tried to haul the body further away from the bomb, but the timer only got faster, and they dropped the victim, and bolted.
Gibbs ran just behind Ziva, and barley made it out before the explosion started, sliding down to the ground with the force behind him.
McGee's cell phone shrieked over the explosion once again. Annoyed, he pulled the small grey phone out of his pocked and casually chucked it into the after burn of the fire. He finally smiled at the small crackling sound his phone made as it roasted.
"Are you alright?" Ducky yelled from the truck window. Gibbs spoke on behalf of everyone, "We're good Duck," he said. Tony glared around him, thoroughly pissed, "Well, looks like whoever his killer was, didn't want us to solve the case." Gibbs paused to think, "Or he didn't want us to know the victim." He walked to his car and slammed the door. Nobody moved.
"Are you waiting for another bomb?" Gibbs yelled form the window, everyone scurried to their designated cars.
Abby's work phone rang and McGee answered since Abby was nowhere to be found. As he sipped Abby's third Caf-POW, he said "McGee," holding the thick black phone to his cheek and playing with the coiled cord. The photo-ID program got a match that he ignored as he listened to the raspy voice on the other end.
"Is your cell phone off? Because I've called you six times."
"I have nothing to say to you Cordelia."
"Well, then you don't have to say anything. Meet me at my place after work. We'll-"
Abby walked through her automatic doors, her gigantic boots thumping loudly. McGee swiveled around, and mouthed, pleadingly, "Help me." Figuring he didn't want to talk to whoever was on the other end of the line, she marched to the desk, stole the phone out of McGee's hand and whispered, "You call this phone, or him again, I'll make your head spin so fast you won't be able to see straight for a month. Good day." She triumphantly slammed the phone down.
"Problem solved. Did we get a match?" She said, back in her 'Focused Abby' mode.
"Thanks Abby. Yeah, the photo matched to a Gunnery Sargent by the name of Duncan Gram."
Abby looked at the picture on the plasma as McGee explained things found in the victims hair samples that they took before the explosion. "There is no Mass spec on anything yet, but Gibbs sent Tony, Ziva, and Ducky to revive anything they can from the crime scene."
There was an awkward silence, and Abby cocked her head, still staring at Duncan Gram's picture. "Does he look familiar to you?" Abby asked. McGee got up and stood next to her. He tried looking at the picture at the angle Abby saw him at, receiving a funny look from her. "He does." McGee said as he started to remember slightly.
Abby stood,dressed in a light pink frilly dress. The straps crossed along her back, and attached to a black band along her bust line. It looked like someone had neatly cut viel material into squares and hung them on the dress. While Abby shuddered at the dress, McGee insisted that she looked beautiful. He pulled her hair out of their pigtails and let her black locks fall in soft waves around her face.
He took her arm and led her to a black car that had been parked in front of the hotel that stayed at.
A man clad in a black suit and an orange striped tie stepped out of the car, "What the hell? Abby?" Abby looked away, McGee's cue to speak. "This had nothing to do with her." McGee hissed at the man. Abby stepped back against the car. The man lunged at McGee who was prepared, and poised with his gun.
Abby watched as McGee and the man fought it out and she allowed a single tear to fall, because she wasn't sure what to do next. She couldn't bare to see what was happening, and she wasn't quite sure weather to be scared, or slightly thrilled.
McGee gave up, and grew weaker. He forcefully kicked his gun over to Abby, and screamed, "Shoot," as the man pushed him down again.
Abby's hand shook, she had never shot anyone before. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, she blew it out of her face and blindly pulled the trigger.
McGee groaned and she squeezed her eyes shut. She dropped the gun and bent down down next to him. The 9 millimeter grazed his shoulder, but other than that he was just fine. A little shook up, but fine.
Abby turned the man over, putting him on his side. He groaned, and his side was punctured. Abby stood up, and helped McGee to his feet. Then they walked away. Step two of the operation was indeed, a sucess.
"McGee, he was part of our Black Op!" Abby shouted.
A/N: Okay, so the flashback might have been a little OOC, but I think it fits.
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