A/N- Not much to say. I hope you like. Review. The usual. Um, yeah, I don't have the energy to go off an an evil tangent, so read my other stories. Have a great day. Enjoy your summer. I love you all.
Present
Special Agent Sarah Jones reclined in the upright leather chair, muttering curses under her breath. She had been waiting for more than a half an hour and had yet to show. She began to play with the iPhone in her hand, laughing, outright, at McGee's online hanger, The Elf Lord. He was actually using a character named The Elf Lord in his newest story. From what Jones could tell, he planned on calling it 'Seventh Sense.' Sarah continued waiting for to arrive. Another couple of minutes passed before Jones got bored. She stood up and looked around the room. The only thing personalizing the office was a framed photo on the large desk. Jones walked over and examined it. There were four people. and a man that could have been his twin. Each man had his arm around a woman and all four were wearing wedding bands, Jones frowned, she hadn't know that Judson had been married. But then again she hadn't know anything about him. The woman 's brother was holding was a tall red head. Sarah re-looked at the woman with Judson. She was familiar. She was a lanky brunette. Then it clicked in Sarah's head.
It was Jeanne Benoit and she had been married to .
Sarah greedily pulled the picture out of the frame. Inscribed, in all capitals, on the back was 'JEANNE, JUDSON, CHAPMAN, CHLOE; PROVINCE POINT; 2006.' Jones stared at the words, trying to make sense of them. She did not notice hovering over her shoulder until he placed a hand on her arm, his eyes filled with a burning pain. Jones looked up, meeting his eyes. Anger instantly filled them. He slapped her without hesitation across the face. A well practiced movement.
"Sit." He ordered tersely. Sarah did as she was told, quickly moving away from the desk and placing the picture down. She sat again in the stiff, leather chair that she had previously occupied, looking on with a red cheek. Judson sat down and and picked up the photo in his long, boney fingers. He began to speak, as if in a trance, telling a long-past story.
"Jeanne and I had just gotten married in a double wedding with my brother Chapman and his girlfriend Chloe. We went to Province Point on honeymoon. When we returned life was perfect. We were living our happily-ever-afters." Judson paused, pain catching his breath.
"Not even a month after we returned, Chloe was hit by a driver while getting her mail. She died instantly and the driver didn't touch the brakes. Her father, who was big in the community, pulled some strings and got NCIS Team Tony to do the investigation. Gibbs was in Mexico at that point. After months of searching they still didn't have any leads. The team moved on to bigger, more important things and Chloe's case was forgotten. Chapman was heartbroken, Chloe was his life. He...He..." didn't seem to be able to complete the sentence. Sara waited impatiently, tapping her foot and rapping her nails on the arm of the chair. Judson's head snapped up.
"I found him in the guest bathroom, hanging in the shower by a belt. I almost died. Jeanne left me shortly after that. She said that I needed to choose between my dead brother and her. But that wasn't her real reason. There was another man. He called himself Tony DiNardo. When I first saw him, I reconized him instantly as NCIS Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. He ruined my life. It was pure luck on his part that he had Then-Officer David do the interigations for Chloe's case." Judson looked up from the picture, his mind and eyes clearing. His voice was hard when he spoke next, though he still appeared dazed.
"I hate him." There was no question as to who he was talking about.
"So wwwhhhhyyyy are you taking over the world?" Jones inquired, stretching the word and focused on the chipping paint of her nails. looked at her like she was insane.
"I am getting my revenge on DiNozzo. Why not take over the world at the same time?" He said slowly, spelling it out for her.
"I don't know. It is kind of overkill." Sarah said, still not looking up. Judson glared at her. When he didn't answer, Jones looked up, surprised at the ice in his eyes.
"What you call overkill is the only thing stopping me from cutting your throat right now." There were razors in his voice and Jones knew he was dead serious.
"Leave." He demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous quiet. Sarah stood and rushed out of the room. Bile rose in her throat at the ill-disguised threat. She rushed to the bathroom and into a stall, oblivious to the young, tall, blond girl washing blood off her face. When she left the stall, her stomach empty from a combination of fear and threat, Jones felt much better. She walked up to the sink next to the girl, who was no scrubbing at another blood stain on her shirt, and began to wash the sweat off her face.
"Diet CocaCola and warm water are good for getting out blood stains." She said conversationally, like it was the most normal thing in the world for a fourteen-year-old to be washing blood out of her clothes. The girl looked up.
"Special Agent Sarah Jones." Jones introduced herself. The girl smiled.
"Special Agent Sarah Veira." Both Sarah's giggled.
"I think we should go by last names." Veira said.
"Agreed." Jones paused. "So who's blood are you trying so hard to get rid of?" Veira laughed nervously.
"Actually, it is George Bush's." Veira said. Jones nodded. Again she felt that this was a normal conversation. Veira continued talking.
"I am on my way back to Anthony and Ziva. They think I am helping them. My next job is to liquidate Vance." She smiled. "Then Gibbs." Her grin was now manic. Jones smiled. She hadn't liked Gibbs when she had met him earlier.
"I am off to copy McGee's phone. Then I will return it to him. Talk to you later, Veira." Jones said, leaving the restroom and heading the lab. Veira left through the front door, and headed to an old part of town to meet her next target.
A/N- Okay this chapter is dedicated to the following people who inspired the following characters.
Special Agent Sarah Jones- falleninlove
Special Agent Sarah Veira- lynnbin
- My eighth grade science teacher, Mr. Judson
- My seventh grade science teacher,
's wife, Chloe- One of my BFFLs, Chloe
I think that is everybody for this chapter. Thank you for reading. Please review.