Disclaimer: I do not own Swat the movie, NCIS, Criminal Minds or Bones. I do however own the Under Cover Marshalls, agent Michal Jorgenson, the Strellit, the Cossacks, the Tsar, and any other OC's that I may bring into this. Any events, people, persons, and places used in this FanFiction are for Fan Fictional use only and is not intentional. This story may have similar themes to other stories on this site and if so, that is because they helped inspire me, let me know so I can give you credit. . I apologize ahead of time, if the characters seem out of character; this is going to be an alternate/Authors Universe story. This is one of my more ambitious stories so you have been warned. Be aware if you want to sue me you have to find me you first you blood sucking, ambulance chasing, lawyers, and now on with the show.

Warnings: Contains Cursing, Violence, Blood and gore, and Kidnapping.

Part One: "The Incident"

Location: 2307 River Road, Occoquan Virginia. "The Warehouse." 3:00 PM, 09/17/12

Incident T – three hours (Incident Time minus three hours)

"What do you mean you want me to pull out my detail now!? Do you want me to leave Ms. Sanchez without protection!?" Demanded the red haired marshal.

"What I mean Inspector Gates is that Ms. Sanchez will be fine for a few hours." Said the slick voice of NCIS Senior Field Agent Jonathan Jorgenson.

"Well, I have a reply for you Jorgenson, Hell No! I still have jurisdiction until the Streets get back from their honeymoon, which isn't for another thirty six hours." Replied the now identified Inspector Gates.

"I can serve you with papers from the DOJ saying I'm in charge. Now stand your people down."

"Fax me the damn letter right now. I want to see the damn thing before I do anything with my people." Said the agitated Inspector.

"Of course, of course. Just let me get back to the Navy Yard, I'm on my way to the state police barracks to talk to officer Sanchez's commanding officer." Replied Jorgenson, who sounded very smug.

"Fine you want my people off you got it, but just remember, my people are plain clothes and not obvious. And my agents will not stand down until I see the damnable letter."

"You want the letter that badly, let me borrow the barracks fax machine, after all I have your fax number." An air of smug victory seemed to come over the line as the fax machine behind the agitated red head fired up. Inspector Gates just slammed the phone down into the cradle in disgust.

Location: 14051 Spriggs road, Woodbridge Virginia. Hylton High school 5:30 PM

Incident T – thirty minutes (Incident Time minus thirty minutes)

"Come on Kay, let's go get something to eat." Said Eliza whined to her friend as she tried to drag the dark haired girl towards the parking lot.

Okay el, but we have to get something American, no more Taco Bell this week." Replied Kayla as Ashton and one of the Asian marshals, Rebecca, look on in mirth at the near daily occurrence for the post training meal decision.

"Fine," Eliza said with an air of finality, "to McDonalds we go." As both Eliza and Kayla walked toward the door to the parking lot, Ashton reminded them of a very important fact.

"Girls, we still need to change out of our sweats." As she said this, Eliza and Kayla both stopped, looked at each other, then at themselves, nodded and came walking back to the group.

"Your right Ashton." Started Kayla, "to the locker room we go." Finished Eliza.

As the four girls disappeared towards the locker room, none of them saw the dark panel van watching the front entrance of the school.

Location: 1254 Potomac Mills Way, Woodbridge Virginia. McDonalds. 5:55 PM, 09/17/12

Incident T – five minutes (Incident Time minus five minutes)

The Strellit walked past the Tsar's current obsession, he "accidently" spilled his PowerAde onto the man in the grey suit. As the man in the suit, mumbling under his breath got up and went to the bathroom, the Strellit followed him, pulling the hood of his hooded jacket emblazoned with the double headed eagle, on. As the suit looked up from his wiping the stain with a paper towel, the Strellit knocks the suit down, causing the man to curse loudly. As the suit looked up, first in anger, but then slowly into fear as he stared down the barrel of a suppressed pistol. Th Strellit looks down on the man in supreme smugness as the gun fires twice in a low quiet Thump, thump. As the suit slumps to the ground the Strellit drags him into a stall, pressing the pistol under the jaw of the dying suit, he pulls the trigger again, sending a round through the roof of the mouth into the brain of the now dead suit.

After the Strellit slid out from under the now locked stall door, he pulled out his phone, and pressed one of his speed dial keys muttering one word into the device. "Rodina."

Location: 1254 Potomac Mills Way, Woodbridge Virginia. McDonalds. 5:55 PM, 09/17/12

Incident T – Zero (Incident Time minus Zero)

"Da." That was the first word spoken in the dark panel van since the Strellit walked into the McDonalds ten minutes ago.

"Today fellow Cossacks, we retrieve for the Tsar his jewel and some other treasures. The Czechist is dead. Let us plunder, for the Tsar!" Declared the man in the driver's seat. As he opened the door, the five men in the back pulled back the charging handles on the scorpion submachine guns and Ak-47's as the driver pulled out a sawed off shotgun that appeared to be full size due to the large sound suppressor on the front. All of the weapons the Cossacks had, were suppressed in a similar fashion.

As the 6 men exited the van and started moving towards the entrance, weapons hidden inside the flaps of the trench coats they were wearing, a pair of grey suited men moved to block their path. The lead Cossack pulled the shot gun out. As the two suits registered what was happening, he fired twice, dropping each of the suits with one shell of buckshot each. As the last Cossack passed them, he pointed his submachine gun at them and shot each of them in the head, splattering the windows and low brick walls with blood and bits of brain matter.

As the Cossacks entered, the Strellit pointed towards the table the girls were sitting at. Four of the six Cossacks pulled rags that had been dipped into chloroform out of their pockets and forced them over the four girls' mouths. As the four went limp, the lead Cossack, one of the Cossacks with an Ak-47, and the Strellit who was handed the AK-47 of one of the Cossacks carrying one of the girls, they looked at the other people in the restaurant, a pair of Hispanic day laborers, the cashier, the person at the drive through window, and the white shirted manager all looked on in horror as the Strellit yelled, "Leave no witnesses!" as the three men fired at the various people that remained in the restaurant, the Strellit began to shoot the various security cameras. After everyone in both the front and back of the restaurant was on the ground, the Strellit jumped the counter as he walked towards the door to the manager's office, which held the security camera recordings. As he kicked open the door, he saw a half dressed McDonalds employee, who was apparently using the managers office to change cover her chest with her arms, he raised his AK-47 and fired twice, once through her arms into her chest, and once into her head. As he looked around the now blood splattered office, he saw the computer hard drive that held the security camera footage, he pointed his Ak-47 at the device, and shot it 5 times, before unplugging it and carrying it out of the office, stopping at the deep fryer which was turned off, to dump the bullet hole ridden hard drive into the oil. The Strellit and remaining Cossacks walked back towards the panel van.

As the van drove away, the gold blood spattered badge flashed in the tail lights, "NCIS."

End Part One

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