Hey everyone. Thanks so much for all the reviews I got. The first few reviews came in during my Bio lecture. I jumped for joy and scared a few people. Oh well, LOL. Thanks. Here's the seventh chapter. It's a bit shorter than my others. Please keep reviewing- I write faster.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from either NCIS or Criminal Minds and I'm not making a profit from this story.


Chapter Seven: A View to Kill

Dark had definitely settled on the suburban neighbourhood when his target's lover finally showed up. He had laid there for hours, watching children ride by on their bicycles and housewives trying to get in five minutes of exercise with their dogs. He knew that nobody would find him or even be suspicious of his car. He had spent a few hours in the afternoon going door-to-door with the cover of a salesman.

In truth, he was looking for a driveway where he could park unsuspiciously. By luck, he had found a house across the road from his target's whose occupants where on holidays. He changed his disguise, telling the neighbours nearby that he was a friend of the holiday-makers and was leaving his car in their empty driveway overnight. With no reason to suggest that the well-groomed man was involved in any illicit activity, the neighbours simply went back to their daily activities none the wiser.

He changed in his dark Chevy into black clothes and lay in the trunk of his car, leaving the back seats down so he would have room to move. He had night-vision goggles, an infrared scanner and other equipment that he carried with him on each and every stakeout. He also had his notebook computer connected to mobile wireless internet with most of the software that he had created for the Navy.

He had taken holidays when he found out this his wife was cheating on him with their mortgage advisor from the Capital Banking Corporation. At first he only killed wives who were cheating on their husbands. But now, he found far greater satisfaction in brutalising the cheating wives of honourable Navy seamen.

Through his talks with members of the gated community, he found out that his next victim, Mia Lucien, was the wife of a wealthy Navy Lieutenant who had just returned from a tour in Iraq. They had only just moved in the day before. There was a woman with her earlier, he assumed a friend, and the husband had not been seen since the bank. Patiently, he waited. Waited for the lover that he knew existed, to turn up. Women like this had a certain look in their eyes when they spoke to their husbands. He saw it all the time with his wife. It told him that they were thinking about someone else. Tonight, he would watch the unspeakable act. Tomorrow, he would take the woman's life.

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"All ready to go, Abs," Morgan asked as he buckled into his chosen black sedan, deciding not to take McGee's Porsche Boxster.

"Camera, check. Night vision, check. Caf-Pow, check. Seat belt, check."

Morgan chuckled as he drove out of the Navy Yard. They drove to the Lucien house, the only noise being heard during the trip was Abby sucking away at her favourite drink.

They arrived in Connecticut Lane and drove slowly through the street, Morgan pretending to be looking for a particular house number, while Abby worked with her equipment and tried to see if someone was hiding in any of the trees around the house.

They made one lap of the street without seeing anything out of the ordinary. Morgan pulled into a side street as Abby dialled Gibbs' number.

"We're gonna go through again," Abby told him and hung up before he could argue.

"What are you waiting for, Derek?!" Abby then yelled at Morgan, who had an incredulous look on his face, "Drive!"

Silently disagreeing with Abby, Morgan did a U-turn and drove back into the street.

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The dark trunk of his Chevy was starting to get very uncomfortable, but it would not sway him from his ultimate goal. He had run the faces of his victim, her husband, lover and friend through the facial recognition software that he designed for the Navy. However, the identities of his victims were not expected.

"Hello, Jethro," he said to himself as the computer brought up the dossiers of Mossad Officer Ziva David and NCIS Special Agents Anthony DiNozzo and Timothy McGee. It had been a long time since he had been forced to work with the NCIS team leader. He should have known that NCIS would pick up his trail a lot faster than Metro PD.

'Foolish FBI agents,' he thought to himself as his computer showed him the dossier of FBI Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, his target's friend.

He tore himself away from the computer screen to continue to watch his target. NCIS agent or not, he was going to make her his final victim. He knew that NCIS was closing in and he wanted to go out with a bang.

He was watching them again for no longer than five minutes before he saw a black sedan drive very slowly through the street. He lowered his night vision apparatus a little and made sure that he was still hidden. They drove past without taking a second look at his car, but he could see that the woman in the passenger seat had a camera. He drew in a deep breath as they drove off, but no more than two minutes later, they turned around and drove back, stopping at the other end of the street.

"That's it," he muttered to himself, moving out of the trunk and into the back seat. He sat up, grabbing a length of road spikes from his kit and slowly opened the door and ran into the darkness. He knew that they would come back around, so he strategically lay the spikes on the road where it would be most difficult for the driver to swerve. He did this quickly and in the shadows, so he would not be seen.

Happy with his handiwork, he ran back to his car, sitting in the driver's seat and preparing himself to make a dash from the scene. His kill could wait until tomorrow.

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"Let's go through one last time," Abby suggested stubbornly, "Then we can go back to NCIS."

"Fine," Morgan announced, defeated, "There's no arguing with you, anyway."

He put the car back into 'Drive' and did another U-turn. He slowed down so that Abby could get a good shot of all of the houses and cars outside the Lucien residence.

"Are we good?" he asked as Abby lowered her camera.

"We're good," she replied happily. Suddenly, they drove over mound in the road, the tyres skidding out from beneath them. Morgan tried to regain control of the car, but the last thing he saw was Abby's smile fading into horror as he braced himself for impact.

A/N: Ok do you honeslty think that I would harm Abby? ... :) Please review. Also, I'm thinking of a subplot, perhaps for future fics, and I want to knwo how many McAbby fans are reading this story. Let me know.