"Ugh, this totally bites!"
"Come on Richie, embrace nature!" The silver-haired man flops his manicured hands to encourage his son. "We're here to camp with the all mighty plants and God's creatures."
"God's creatures keep biting my butt!" Richie complains, scratching the various remnants of mosquitos on his behind.
"Sleep with your pants on, son."
"Dad, can we home now?" He whines, pulling out his phone which he stares at like a zombie while typing away.
"We just got here this morning." Dad defends, patting his plaid covered shoulder.
"There's not even wi-fi out here!"
"Oh no! How will you ever survive—doh!" Dad teases dramatic and then stumbles flat on his face.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Richie cracks up and runs over to snap a picture. "You're right, nature isn't so bad!"
"Aaaah!" Dad screams out of sheer panic upon meeting eyes with that of a corpse. He jumps up like a rabbit and bolts in the opposite direction.
Various NCIS motor vehicles appear at the scene. Ducky and Palmer have just arrived.
"A step outside the office for a breath of fresh air is just what the doctor ordered."
"You are a doctor, Dr. Mallard." Nick points out with his hands stuck in his jacket pockets.
"Ha, ha, ha!" Ducky chuckles amused and slides on his examining gloves. "Feel it in the breeze, Nicholas, my friend. The crisp autumn air is chilling, our feathered beings in the sky are migrating, leaves are turning—winter is quickly ascending."
"Make it not ascend."
"You're just upset because you can't show off your tight shirt anymore." Ellie remarks. Nick rolls his eyes at her and forces his icy hands out to resume snapping photographs.
"Ah, and who do we have here?" Ducky wonders, kneeling to the man lying spread eagle and face down with a grape-fruit size headshot.
"According to his prints, this is Private First Class Michael Halbrook." McGee reports and reads through more info. "He works in logistics and just got home from a year-long deployment to Afghanistan."
"Hell of a welcome home." Gibbs says.
"Do you have a watch?" Nick asks, listening to Ellie's wrist.
"No?" She responds confused. Gibbs sparks the same alarmed expression as Nick. A sudden beeping noise soon has everyone seeking out the source.
"Duck, turn the body over."
"Jethro, bodies cannot beep!" Ducky replies foolish as he and Palmer do as instructed.
"Whoa!"
"Oh my God!"
A bomb strapped to the victim's back pumps blood faster throughout everyone's veins. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
This story along with others featuring Nicholas Torres and Eleanor Bishop exist in a new community, created by yours truly called, Nick & Ellie. I'm not able to post the link, but it should be searchable and in my profile. Please follow this community for more of my stories and others from brilliant minds of users all across this spectacular website. Happy reading to you beautiful people!