Chapter 1 14 months ago
The night was eerily calm and clear with only the stars and moon for light; even then it was hard to see. The woman looked around nervously before making the call. Going into her bag and taking out her mobile she dialled the number. Even though it felt like she was on her own it did not stop the panic in her voice. "Pick up, come on, come on, come on and pick up the god damn pissing phone..." She waited impatiently as no one answered at the other end. "Hello..." Her face turned to hope and relief when she heard the other end and was going to say something when her face dropped when she realised it was a joke message that matches her partner lame sense of humour. "Ha ha ha sorry, couldn't resist. I am not in right now, so leave a message after the bleep...*bleep*"
"DAMMIT MAN! With your stupid jokes...Look I can't say too much, I think someone knows and my cover has been blown...We have to abort the mission. I'm in trouble..."
"I say you are..." The woman turned around, she didn't hear any footsteps or saw the face that belong to the voice, she was surrounded by the darkness, her heart racing, she swallowed, she knows these are her final minutes she closed her mobile off and flung it into the seabed, only the sound of the splash can be heard. The stranger took further steps towards her and the moonlight caught the side of the stranger's face. The owner of the face didn't surprise her and was expected. However, she took a step back when she got a glimpse of the silencer on the gun, but not a single word was uttered as the bullet hit her stomach. She fell to her knees the stranger stepping even closer and kicked her in the head, making her body collapsed on its side, her breathing getting swallower. Giving a few more hard kicks to her stomach, she then felt their foot on her shoulder to turn her on her back. She cried her tears trailed down her cheeks. Thoughts of her loved ones and her life flashed through her mind, before the last thing she will ever see is the legs of the stranger and the face that they belonged to standing over her. The stranger with ease and no conscious plugged three more bullets into her body. "...Bang you're dead!"
The lift pinged, special agent Tony Dinozzo and his colleague Timothy McGee got out with Tony starting a pointless conversation. "Okay, if you have a car that can take you anywhere in the world and in any year...What would you go?" Tim sighed. "I am not saying anything; you have been like this since you watched the Back to the Future trilogy."
"Come on play, you must have a favourite year and place. To witness history in the making. I will be back in either the wild west to meet Billy the Kid or Las Vegas in its prime."
"Will it get you to shut up?"
"Of course! After I poke fun of you..."
"Okay I would have to say, watching Neil Armstrong walk on the moon." Tony looked at McGee with disappointment. "You depress me. You do know you can watch that on you tube now?"
"I know but it is not the same as watching it live."
"Sit down at your desk and do some work..." Tony then turned to Ziva. "...Ziva! What about you?" Tony notice that Ziva was not in her playful mood. "I am not having this conversation. I have work to do."
"I know I picture you going to the roaring '20s with all the bootlegging, picture you doing the Charlton." Tony seeing her confusion mimics the Charlton. Ziva was clearly pissed off and snapped. "Fine! It will be 20th April 1889 Braunau Inn Austria" Tony looked puzzled then realised the suffice of the time and place and didn't need to ask her what she would have done, some things are just better left unanswered. "Chill ax it was only suppose to be a game..."
"Games are for children."
"My! You are just little miss sunshine today." Ziva sighed. "Sorry, I am in a mood. I do not know why..." She saw Tony about to say something. "Do not say anything." Tony quickly closed his mouth before he can upset Ziva further.
"Maybe you just in a rut, I mean it has been quiet lately." McGee answered.
"That might be it! I am a person of action. It is days like this that I wish I was on missions."
"What! Like when you were with the MOSSAD? I thought your assignation days were over." Tony remarked, eager to see her reaction, especially for her earlier answer. Gibbs went in the bullpen before Ziva could answer him. "Gear up!"
"There you go Ziva ask and ye shall receive. What have we got boss?"
"Body of a female petty officer. Let's go!" All three agents followed their leader.
The woman lying dead on the dock was in her late twenties to early thirties, dark brown hair, white and petite frame about 5ft 3 – 5ft 5, wearing a petty officer's uniform. Three bullet holes in her chest that formed an equal triangle, a bullet hole in her stomach and one bullet hole in her head. Bruising to the temple on where she was kicked formed. "It looks like a professional hit." Ziva said. "Well you would know." Tony snapped back. "Are you still upset on what I said earlier?"
"You would do it, would've you?"
"You asked the question and I answered." McGee just stayed out of the argument and kept on taking the photos. "Have we got a problem here, children? Am I going to have to separate the two of you?" Gibbs looked at the two agents, seeing how unprofessional they had become for a brief moment. "No, we are carrying on boss."
"Okay, Ziva see if you can find any witnesses."
"Okay."
Ducky a below average height Englishman arrived on the scene he was their medical examiner, along side him was Jimmy Palmer his assistant a young man who was eager to please. They both saw the commotion between the two agents. "What was that all about?"
"I don't know but in the mean time we have a dead body to work on, what can you tell me?" He waited for both Ducky and Jimmy to settle down and have a quick look at the body. "Well apart from the bullet holes she seems to have taken one hell of a beating." He noted when he lifted her shirt and noted the bruising. "My poor child what have you done to deserve this?" He turned back to Gibbs. "Well, it seems like a clear cut case, do we have an identity for her?"
"ID says she's petty officer Laura Johnson."
"Okay, Mr Palmer let's take her away." As Ducky and Jimmy went to deal with the petty officer's body they again notice Ziva and Tony arguing. "Do you want me to sedate the pair of them?" Gibbs sighed it is going to be a long day.
Back at the bull pen in NCIS headquarters, Tony and Ziva were still arguing, McGee sat down at his desk and typed petty officer Johnson's details in the computer and was shocked that, that particular person's details was blocked and a red message started to flash on the screen. "Ah...Boss...I think we got ourselves a little problem here." Gibbs went over to his desk and looked over his shoulder. "Bring it up on the plasma."
Gibbs and his three agents looked at the plasma screen seeing Petty Officer's Johnson profile blocked and a red flag message to contact the FBI flashed before them. "What does that mean?" Ziva asked still looking at the plasma. "I don't know..." Replied Tony his eyes also glued onto the flashing message. The pinging of the elevator and Fornell with three other suits behind him appeared the four of them watched and before even Gibbs had open his mouth. Top of the second floor stood their director, Director Vance.
Gibbs looked at Vance then back at Fornell. "...But I am going to find out." Gibbs said before walking over to Fornell. "What is going on?"
"Gentlemen and ladies if you please? You too Gibbs and bring Agent David with you." Ziva looked at Gibbs and Gibbs nodded what ever is going on is serious. As everyone went upstairs, leaving Tony and McGee, Tony turned to McGee. "Well I guess that just leaves you and me."
"Oh joy."
TBC...
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