Chapter 2: Meeting the Detectives
SORRY THERE WERE A FEW THINGS, I LEFT OUT IN THE FIRST CHAPTER.1)THERE ARE NO PAIRINGS IN THIS FANFIC.I'M SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU BUT I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A LITTLE AWKWARD.2)ELLIOT AND KATHY ARE TOGETHER, BUT IT'S ONLY MENTIONED ONCE OR TWICE SO YOU WONT' BE REMINDED OF IT THAT OFTEN.3)THIS IS TAKEN PLACE DURING XMAS SO... YEA THAT'S IT. ENJOY R&R.
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"Ooh! I just can't wait until we get to see New York City!" stated a hyperactive Abby as she made her way down to the airplane's catwalk.
She, Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, McGee, the Director, Ducky, and Palmer were finally arriving to New York. True, the circumstances weren't exactly how Abby wanted to spend her first time in New York, but she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to ogle a great city.
"Abs, relax or you'll hyperventilate or something." said a concerned McGee. "Aww, come on Timmy! Don't act like you aren't totally psyched to see the greatest city in the USA!" screamed Abby. "Oh, Abigail." said Ducky. "You sound just like Anthony when he heard the news of us traveling to New York." "You must admit the snow does look lovely this time of year, Doctor." sighed Palmer. And Palmer was right. The snow was falling so gently, it seemed as if it was dancing downward. As the snowflakes passed by her face, Ziva studied each of the snowflakes' patterns. Since she grew up in Israel, she had rarely seen snow. She remembered what her father had told her about snowflakes: that no two snowflakes were exactly the same. And now she could see the beauty for herself, the beauty of the six edged frozen, yet ever so delicate crystal. She stuck out her tongue and tasted it. It was cool at first, and then quickly melted into her mouth. It tasted bitter at first, but quickly transformed into a sweet, tangy taste. She craved more, but she had to stay focused and had to board the plane. "Yes, Jimmy. It is quite a sight to behold."
"Now Abs, remember that we have to stay focused. We investigate Lieutenant Lyman's case first and go sightseeing later. " stated Jenny, pointing a long finger at Abby.
"I know, I know, I know. That still doesn't give you a reason to be a buzz kill. " sighed Abby. Jenny simply rolled her eyes, and continued walking. As the team entered the JFK airport, they were surrounded by an endless number of weirdos, con men, bums, and Santa Claus impersonators. They were so nervous that Abby got behind Gibbs for protection while he guarded her safely. It was about thirty minutes or so before two men walked up towards the team. One was a middle-aged African American and the other was a tall, lanky white man. He was obviously a cop, but didn't dress the part. He had a pair of dark sunglasses and a black leather jacket. He was also sporting a red Ecko Unltd shirt with fresh black, red, and white Nikes. It looked like he knew how to look cool and how to act cool, too. He was accompanied by a tall, yet oddly wise looking man. He also wore glasses, but not shades. They were eye glasses that could adjust to changing light. He was wearing a freshly pressed suit with a bright blue and green tie. He also had a small little tree pinned to his suit pocket. He had a grin so crooked; you'd think he was a hustler who refused to retire.
"Are you guys NCIS?" asked the black man. "That all depends. Are you guys SVU?" suspiciously questioned Gibbs. "As a matter of fact, we are." said the white man. "My name is Sergeant John Munch, and this is my partner Detective Odafin Tutuola, but everyone calls him Fin." The man waved at the recognition of his name. "Thank God, you people finally came. We were worried that we would be arrested for killing a bum if he had tried something funny" said Ziva. "Hello, my name is Director Jennifer Shepard." These are my agents, but you can meet them later." "Aight. Cool. Now, let's get you guys down to the 1-6 precinct."
"How long does it take for a few detectives to drag their lazy asses down to their own precinct?!" Gibbs whispered angrily. "Now, now Jethro, just relax. I'm sure they'll be here soon. It is very late you know." Ducky said very softly, while attempting to soothe the irked Jethro. Sadly, he failed miserably. The team was anxiously waiting for at least one detective to show up, but not even their own captain was in his office. Gibbs started to question the dedication these people had to their job. The two detectives they met at the airport, Munch and Tutuola, had left them in the hallway with nothing but directions on how to get to Captain's office and good luck. Then they bolted down the hallway, as if they were training for the Boston marathon. Yeah, maybe it was Christmas, but when his team got called in to go to investigate a crime, they were ready in ten seconds flat. What was so special about these people?
"Actually, since it's technically 2:14 am, it would be very early, Doctor." corrected Palmer. Everyone gave Jimmy a you-are-you-kidding-me-right look. Jimmy almost turned as white as a sheet. "Sorry." apologized Jimmy sheepishly as he bowed his head and his complexion went from white as a sheet to as red as a ripe tomato.
"Palmer, you know what Rule #6 is?" queried Gibbs. When Palmer shook his no, Gibbs said tsk tsk tsk. "Rule #6: Never apologize. It's a-"
"Sign of weakness. I remember learning that one after I accidentally shot you in the leg with an elephant dart." said a stranger with an alluring voice. When everyone turned around to see him, they all gave him a questionable look, except for Gibbs. Gibbs gave the man a bright, warm smile. The man's voice matched his face: Both were incredibly handsome. He was very masculine, so they probably met during the Marines. He was fairly tall and had beautiful, icy blue eyes, kind of like Gibbs' eyes. He threw the team a shit-eating grin that was so captivating, you couldn't help but smile right back. But something was odd about the man, maybe it was the pink lipstick kiss on his right cheek, or his slightly broken nose, but hopefully he had an explanation for both.
"It's always good to see my gunnery sergeant. How's life at the agency treating you?" the man asked as he extended his hand towards Gibbs. Gibbs took his hand and pulled into a man hug and patted him on the back. "Much better than it's treating you. Someone must've roughed you up real bad for you to get a nose like that." After receiving one too many strange looks from the group of people behind him, the man finally decided to introduce himself.
"Hello. My name is Detective Elliot Stabler. I am one of the detectives assigned to help you with this investigation." said Elliot with a warm smile. "Hello Elliot. My name is Jennifer Shepard, the Director of NCIS. This is Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo." Jenny said as Tony stood up and shook Elliot's hand.
"Hey, Stabler. Have you lived in New York you're entire life?" pondered Tony. "Yep. Born and raised in Queens." Elliot replied quite haughtily. "Do you know a place where you can get a good pizza, because I hear—" Tony was stopped short with a swift whack to the back of the head. "Oh, I remember the good old-fashioned Gibbs Slap. You'd think a guy would have a bald spot back there from getting hit so many times." Elliot rubbed the back of his head, as if trying to reminisce. Jenny continued to introduce members of Gibbs's team. "This is Officer Ziva sort of stole her from Mossad."
Ziva stepped forward, and took Elliot's hand. "Shalom, Elliot." greeted Ziva. "Shalom, Officer David." "This is Special Agent Timothy McGee." McGee simply nodded his head towards Elliot. Truth be told, he was quite intimidated by him. Elliot nodded his head in response, sort of sensing McGee's insecurity.
"This is our Forensic Specialist Abigail Sciuto." Instead of a traditional handshake, Abby bum rushed Elliot and engulfed him in a hug. When she finally let him go, Elliot felt as if he almost had all the air squeezed out of him. He was so busy catching his breath; he barely heard half of what Abby was saying.
"HimynameisAbigailSciutobutmo stpeoplecallmeAbbyorAbsoprso methinglikethatandI'mtheForensicSpecialistatNCIS butIguessyoualreadyknowthat becausetheDirectorjustsaidmy nameandmyjobatNCIS.I'mreallyexcitedtobeworkingwit hyoueventhoughwe' .Oh!PleaseexcusemyFrencheven thoughthatwasn' .See,look!"
Then Abby started to ramble on and on in sign language, just like she did with her words. It took a stern Abby from the team for her to settle down. She pouted a little bit, but she still grinned wildly. "And last but not least, these 2 are Dr. Donald Mallard our M.E., but everyone calls him Ducky. This young fellow next to him is his assistant, Mr. Jimmy Palmer." Ducky took off his hat and bowed towards Elliot, and Jimmy simply shook Elliot's hand, and started to massage it gently afterwards. He had half-expected a firm handshake; he had shook Gibbs's hand plenty of times, but this Elliot's handshake was something else.
After all of the introductions, they just made small talk in which they learned that the reason Elliot had a broken nose and a lipstick kiss on his cheek was because he was at a Christmas party and some drunken jerk was hitting on his wife while they went to the squad's Christmas party. So the guy punched Elliot and broke his nose, and with one swift punch square to the jaw, the guy was unconscious on the floor. The lipstick kiss was from Kathy to congratulate him for winning, even though she wasn't one who supported fighting. He also explained that Munch and Fin were on their way to said party, which is why they "ditched" the team.
Around 3:27, McGee asked the burning question that everyone longed for an answer to. "So, Elliot, we've met Munch, we've met Fin, we know we won't meet your captain until later today, but we have yet to hear about your partner." Everyone nodded in agreement, and awaited Elliot's answer. "Well, last time I heard from my partner, they said they were going to a friend's Christmas party. That was a while, ago so they probably turned in for the night."
"Oh, too bad. We'll have to meet him later in the day." said Tony. Elliot let out a slight chuckle, that didn't go unnoticed by Gibbs. He knew Elliot was hiding something, but he didn't know what. "Well, it's getting pretty late. I guess we had better hit the bag." said Ziva. Elliot gave Ziva a confused look, trying to contemplate what she meant by hit the bag. Tony saw the look of puzzlement on Elliot's face and explained that sometimes Ziva mixed up her idioms and American sayings and also said that what she really meant to say was hit the sack, not bag. Elliot understood quite quickly and then dropped the subject harder than a sack of potatoes, no pun intended.
"I guess we had better get to the Marriott before they give away our rooms to someone else." explained Jenny. "I hope you all have a great time in New York City." said Elliot. "You should be able to meet my partner and captain in the morning." "I sure hope we do. They sound like swell guys!" exclaimed Abby.
Once again, Elliot let out a discreet chuckle, even though it wasn't very discreet to Gibbs. They all walked out of the precinct and took their rental cars to the Marriott. When they got there, they all went to their rooms. Both Gibbs and the Director got their own rooms. Then everyone else shared rooms. Ziva and Abby bunked together, DiNozzo had to share with McGee, and then Ducky and Palmer shared a room. They were so beat, no one really changed out of their clothes, and they just gave up and flopped down on their beds. They were going to have a lot of work to do in the morning. Catching the bastard who raped and murdered Navy Lieutenant Mary-Anne Lyman was not going to be easy, and they were going to need all the sleep the could get.
