CHPT 3
CHPT 4 WON'T BE MEETING THE TEAM ORGINALLY THE CHAPTER WAS GOING TO HAVE THE D.C. TEAM GO TO THE CRIME SCENE BUT I FEEL LIKE ITS BEEN MAKING ME STUCK AND FRUSTRATED, AND STRESSED OUT SO THE LA TEAM WILL HAVE AN MAJOR ROLE IN THIS CHPT.
WARNING THIS CHAPTER WILL BECOME DARK
The black minivan speeding down on the street no rush on this one but it was one hell of an fast rush aboard the van were 6 special agents who were serious, prepared, stone faced looks gave out the 6 special agents dressed in bulletproof kelvar vests printed NCIS top of their chests printed in white letters, also included tactical belt holster strapped and secured around their waists also included in the belt holsters in it were flashlights 2 or one if one went out quick or lose battery even used as an backup flashlight, flash, smoke, and real grenades, unloaded pistols that were locked and loaded more than one to it, m16 assault rifles, sniper rifles strapped and secured to their thighs sometimes having on tactical gloves on.
The black minivan screeches the wheels putting the mobile engine and movement to an quick fast paced halt in an small neighborhood where multiple vehicles are lined up one of the agents look out the window of it was there an party going on in an small neighborhood, the agents are going to find out about this. 2 sided doors sealing open 2 agents jumped out to the left side of the door, while the other 2 jumped out of the right side door 2 front doors 1 the passenger seat and the other main door the driver side is thrown open unsecuring the door widely.
The OPS team members lined up waiting for their OPS team leader.
"Alright everyone the 5th and 6th NCIS agents take the back alleyway towards the apartment 8 stories 5 blocks down possible home invasion 5 blocks down." The leader acting serious he pointed the direction the 5th and 6th agent were going to go in their current location that was their target and destination they need to head to. The 5th and 6th agents stone faced, nodded their heads in agreements before spreading away from the 4 agents.
He looked back and said in an rough voice "Are we ready." The 3 agents said yes all at the same time they were going to prepare to do this.
The OPS team began to stepped into the home G. Callen opened the front door he leaded the team into the house stepping into the house he took the living room first, while Sam, Deeks, and Kensi swept out of the same rooms taking different areas and rooms of the house.
The OPS team about to enter into the home G. Callen opened the front door he leaded the team into the house stepping and above and beyond the home that belonged to someone which was believed by Eric and Nell no hard feelings on this one, trying to gain facial recognition on the identity of the person who lived in that home NCIS agents are going in right now to scan the areas, detect any new evidences, and any suspects or victims attempting to clear the area they can't leave the victim and let the suspect escape from the feds.
Special Agent G. Callen advances entering into the living room with an pistol held in his hand setting down one and one foot after the other one with his shoes in quick pressing action on the maroon soft rugged carpet he looked up to the left lifting his head and chin up straight forward his grip helding onto the pistol, his eyes focused on the ceiling which was made out of cremation and clay glazed together he shifts the pistol turns his head and chin to the left corner side.
Special Agent Sam Hanna takes the kitchen advancing into the kitchen with an m16 rifle held and gripped in his hand, his bold hand clutching on the grip of it while the other was held onto the cartridge/magazine clip he moves down flashing his light in the view of the left corner there was nothing in the section of the black refrigerator, he examines the black refrigerator closely he examines closely with his sight the images only 7 photos of an group of people, all cheerful, happy, all smiles here in these photos to him the thought of it he found it strange, uncomfortable for mysterious reasons the photos in the background were often taken in the mornings.
"Uncle Callen"
"What the hell" Sam said muttering it under his breath after hearing an static and rough voice that burst into his eardrum for just seconds before going into an normal version. He looked back than thoughts races in his own mind having to see all of this. He looked back at the photos his eyes narrowed at them he saw the images of straight, crooked, twisted yellowed, healthy bright, cracked, crowns which helps by swallowing, digesting, crushing the remaining pieces of an edible food, the mouth wide, lips curved up with the shining squared things stuck to your gums front and center the images were creepier since all of them were photos of people's teeth who the hell would take photos of it put it on their refrigerator.
Special Agent Kensi Blye took the room stepping and pacing into the room with an M16 caliber assault rifle held in the grip of her hands the room was slightly dark than any other rooms, her shoes stepping down on one foot to the other on the soft rugged carpet she scanned the room with her dark brown eyes she can tell who's here or who's not here as an field agent, she was skilled in morse code, and an sniper able to concentrate on taking an single shot, she decided to follow in her father footsteps she was close to her father an U.S.M.C. marine sniper parts of the Special Operations Unit in the 1990s, after her father's death she lived on the streets.
It's been 3 Weeks ever since the case was solved reuniting with her mother the 2 fixing up their relationship later heading to the beach alone sitting in the sand reading her father's journal as the day begans to dip into an beautiful sunset looking at all the memories and times she and her father had.
LAPD detective Marty Deeks takes the bathroom of course since it will be easier for him he sometimes needed to take an bathroom break by peeing sometimes he drinks too much even during undercover he was in the same section, area as Kensi but different room farther down helding his SIG SAUER in the grip of his hands, clutching on the pistol grip he stared and noticed his reflection in the mirror he didn't mind having to look at it even though he looked cool and sexy in the mirror curving up an slight smirk before he moved forward since this was serious business even though his humor can lightened up the serious times he shifts down kneeling down to the ground, he sets his pistol on the ground, but one thing he saw on the tile floor was an bottle of pills with the cap secured on tightly.
He examined it scooping up the bottle with his hand his eyes narrow closely the orange bottle printed.
PHARMACY RX
TAKE 1 PILL A DAY
10/01/12
S. SCHUTTLEWORTHY
"S. Schuttleworthy" Deeks muttering the name out in an confused tone he took his phone out taking the photo of the bottle pill including the name.
Before taking his pistol setting it down on the counter sink in the bathroom luckily it wasn't loaded up yet he had extra bullets in his pockets and he know when to dig them up when his mind kicks in. He brushes his hair to the back as it had gotten the way of his sight.
"Yo Callen I found something an bottle of pills laying on the ground." He said on the end of the wireless ear mic connected to his eardrum waiting for an voice signal of his trusted colleague to explain and answer back he heard nothing but an complete abscene of sound on the other end.
Than he continued "Not just plain bottles bottle of pills from the Pharmacy RX purchased on 10/01/12 by an person name S. Schuttleworthy." He takes a breath man it seems like he was speaking fast so much he felt like he needed to take an breath.
OUTSIDE
The 5th agent and 6th have been ordered to go 5 blocks down trailing down in the 8 apartment story building before they can go one on one foot a time in an pacing manner with their pistol and assault rifle in the air luckily their weapons were locked and loaded if there were any innocent people including hundreds of crowds outside wandering outside minding their own business until an firearm is shoved in their faces knowing they are already know their doomed it happened a lot in real life mostly with the police department who use brute force on people it's a good thing the military police (NCIS) weren't like those kind of people.
Outside there was little to little no light meaning it was night dark out rarely any people outside makes it easier for the 2 agents to sweep and crept slowly outside or pace faster to get there earlier to their location they had to check in they didn't understand why the vehicles are all lined up in the first place but the vehicles did belong to the people who lived in these 3 bedroom houses, some alone, single, some married there was no children in the small neighborhood.
The 2 agents lights flashed across the direction they were trailing and heading for taking the darkness away from them than they heard something go off not far from the distance the location they were heading for it grabs their attention their ears visibly heard it loud booming, deep, eerie sounded like an gunshot going off, they can see terrible, wooden, brown to black, splinters shooting in the air of the dark sky feeling sudden shock in their hearts and body they feel like this wasn't great.
They were now pacing away going to head there to the area directly where the explosion took place near them was an orange truck parked in the pavement, the lights weren't on, not even the engine, no movement from the tires or wheels the agents flash their lights after hearing an sudden leak more sounds like a drip the drip you would hear when the sink turns off. The 5th agent kneels down to the ground "Call the Fire Department!"
The 5th agent shouted at the top of his lungs clearly he wanted him to hear him say it he had an feeling that his partner was going to run off and help others in the area where the explosion had happened originally the 2 agents were going to assist the victims before the 5th agent heard leaking even though it was pitched black out he needed his flashlight but his ears can visibly tell which direction it's coming from.
"We should call the bomb squad." The 6th agent said feeling slight panic in himself he might be right about this.
"What do you want me to do about it." The 5th agent muttered under his breath his head closely reaching for the ground he turned on the flashlight shining and getting rid of the pitch black area that was under it surrounding the truck, the truck he flashes on it there.
"Just call the bomb squad I feel like it's going to blow up in any minute." The 6th agent reacted this caught the 5th agent's attention who didn't even pay attention with his own eyes he was too focused on flashing his light under the truck with an sudden sound of dripping he can see the dark, bolded, hard rock, crusted pavement was drenched in liquid that was seeping to the ground.
"Do you smell something." The 6th agent said his nose can smell something unknown feeling it going into the tunnel of his nose he had the uncomfortable feeling it was something he didn't like the 5th agent ignored him he was too busy focusing on the dripping that is turning the pavement into an black drenched pavement he focuses his flashlight only to see the pavement ground under the truck the material part of it was flowing and dripping leaking into an small hole.
"I can smell the stench again." The 6th agent yelled to his partner he hopped back on one foot hearing something hiss go underneath under the sole of his shoe he was wearing reacting to it he shouted in pain "Damn it." Cussing under his breath grinding his teeth.
The 5th agent heard his partner shout in pain he can see the pavement was seeping with liquid spreading slowly he didn't know it was turning into an slow to medium puddle growing, he slides his pistol away from the ground standing up he rises up from the floor no longer kneeling down to the ground he came closely to the 6th agent who was laying on the ground grabbing his foot he can feel the pain throbbing underneath his sole shoe terribly growing and getting into contact with the skin of his foot.
"Ah help me my foot arggh damn it." The 6th agent strained gritting his teeth "Let me see." The 5th said trying to grab hold of his shoe instead the 6th agent pulls it away from his partner feeling his partner is going to make the pain worse grabbing and clutching tightly to the sole of his shoe.
"Call an ambulance... my mouth... it's feel like" dark crimson blood starts to form into the front and center of his teeth seeping in his shining white teeth his head is brought down to the ground rolling his head without warning back and forth, left and right feeling his head was spinning back and forth left to right.
"I'm going to call Eric." Pressing his ear mic comm he presses the button with his finger only for his eardrum to hear complete silence quiet, eerie no sound, no voice, no noise just utter suddenly complete silence.
"Eric." He said the tech operator's name trying to see if it will work he waited for an signal to come up while he waited which he felt like he couldn't wait longer but he also needed to focus on his partner who was laying on the ground clutching his shoe close to his face with his teeth gritted, eyes shut "Call Callen" he strained but the 5th answered back shouting "I'm calling Eric Beale"
Deeks opens up the cabinet before he can scan with his sight what is in the cabinets wether or not it's useless or useful for evidence that can lead new connections possible answers he hears an sound not low or high mixed in with crackling and static.
Callen said his eardrum can hear Callen' s voice goes off "Deeks you found something." Deeks answered "Yes I did I found an bottles of pills purchased from the Pharmacy RX by an person name S. Schuttleworthy."
"I'm going to look for more evidence that's not all."
"Than why did you call for me one..." Than somehow the ear mic connected to his eardrum goes silent mixed in with static it turns into an high pitched volume going and passing thru the auditory canal which ends up startling Deeks feeling the sudden shock the high pitched spreads and trails down hitting his tympranic membrane (eardrum) he shut his eyes tightly as the high pitched low volume kicked in, his head rested against the chin, he fidgeted to try to get the ear mic out of his ear, pulling the handle except it wasn't working.
He tried to open his mouth trying to speak and shout wanting to see who was closer to him in the area he needed help getting that damn ear mic comm out of his ear he wasn't able to get it out for himself there was no time for help not yet until he found something useful like an wrench or pliers.
Than an sharp low pitched sound ear pierced in his ear but both ears he hurriedly seizes and cover his ears as the static raises up to an higher volume he couldn't take it anymore he screamed attempting to block the sharp piercing sound he felt like his eardrums were going to blow up bursting into blood he couldn't take it anymore taking the left hand off from his ear. That's when the ear piercing sound stopped he releases his hand from his right ear, opened his eyes he sees the window above the bathtub glowing and brightening white reflecting a lot of light shutting his eyes, he shields his eyes shut looking away he pressed his ear comm "Kensi..." he groaned his head spinning he felt dizzy left and right "Sam" he groaned again he felt like he was losing balance, the limbs who were supporting him and physical contact he had including his mind and gut.
"Clear." Kensi shouted finding no dead corpse or an unconscious body in the bedroom she was helding on the m16 assault rifle in the grips of her hand flashing her light slowly turning to the left scanning the whole room she found nothing no dead body unconscious body not even an person tied up, bound, gagged, and all covered up in dark crimson blood, found no useful or seen evidence there was no evidence in the room.
She pressed the ear mic comm beeping she was going to signal them "All clear found no evidence." Sam signaled back "No dead body, nobody isn't in the kitchen I found images that will lead to evidence." Sam said on the ear mic "I'm coming to you guys." Kensi said sprinting to the front door she puts her m16 assault rifle back heading for the door until the door slams and bolts shut sealed Kensi took an step back nearly thrown back off her feet she runs quickly near the front door raising her leg up assaulting the door with her tactical boots she pounded against the front door she kicked it repeatedly 3 times until giving up only an second she pounded the door with her fist, her lips tight hitting heavily with her fists against the front door "Deeks! Deeks! Deeks!." She yelled at the top of her lungs for her partner's name knowing he was the only agent closer to her in the area the bathroom closer to the bedroom she was in calling out his name calling out his name and pounding the door with her fists one at a time she pressed the ear comm mic "Deeks I'm trapped." She shouted but her tone became calm waiting for an signal to come up only for nothing but silence to come up "Deeks." The light flickers Kensi didn't bother looking up at the cieling only for the light bulb to sparkle into electric flames causing an loud sound to be heard along with booming sparks of wires.
(Whistling)
Sam puts his pistol away back in the belt holster he looks out the window seeing something and hearing the sound of it sounding like footsteps he sees some sprinting down, like an black figure which turns out to be moving like an person Sam was already prepared for this hurriedly pacing and sprinting out of the kitchen area he pressed the ear mic comm "G there's someone out there I'm going after the person." He comes near the front living room the side of his body pushing into the front door bolting and slamming his body into the front door the door slams open he gets up from the ground he felt the pain in his body quickly overcoming pain sprinting quickly he was now in an pitch black area it was too hard and difficult to see clearly at night all he saw was dark black objects, including lined up cars, signs and addresses.
Bolts fast on 2 feet pacing to the left where the shadowy figure might have went pumping in some adrenaline rush into his pulsing veins that are pumping up blood in his body pitch and dark out the area was like an blackout no houses, apartment buildings had none of their lights on, not even the cars he looks to the left than the right all he saw in his dark brown eyes were the sight of nothingness but an blackout buried in darkness and distress he looks back to the left hearing echoing screams of people he felt like it was an distress call for help as they might be in serious pain he couldn't just leave them behind left to die it was an difficult choice before turning to the right hearing echoing footsteps believing it was the figure who ran past the window while he was in the kitchen he wanted to chase this figure as this shadowy figure can lead the OPS team with the answers they wanted he pressed the mic comm now he was pacing and rushing to the left "Kensi, Deeks G. I'm going after the suspect call for backup for t..." Until he can get the last answer he can feel his body unknowingly brought down to the pavement his firearm thrown out of his belt holster clattering to the ground.
Sam can feel the weight of someone pinning him down to the cement hard ground the shadow figure struggles to hold down the ex Navy SEAL Sam who attempts to lift himself up straining to lift himself up from the hard cement ground his hands flat standing on the ground pressed hard to the floor the hard shoe at a slow speed pressed down deeply further into the back of his own strong neck he felt this hard shoe the sole of the shoe pressed down his neck further into the crack pavement Sam pressed his hands against the ground trying to lift himself up from the ground in a slow rate of his movement he can feel blood rapidly coming out of his mouth his windpipe closing in from the pressure in his lungs waterfall of liquid coming and swirling in his lungs he tried open his own jaw wide not only because he wanted to breathe oxygen he felt like his neck was being brutally constricted in the throat he attempted to let his nose breathe it was the only way his own throat closing in
He shut his eyes tightly holding back waterfall liquid coming out of his mouth struggling to breathe as someone's shadowed hand grasps tightly to the front neck of Sam the fingers digging into his skin deeply like it was crawling down the hands clutches tightly even more Sam felt like his oxygen was hitting a low rate feeling his jaw closed down felt his teeth gritted together his windpipe was filling up even more watery liquid he attempted to breathe thru his nose.
Silently the sound of a high pitched whistling has gone off silently speaking under a low tone silently slowly smirking before showing the front of his white teeth with an evil grin Sam's vision began at a slow speed turn into an unseen blurry sight trying to breathe thru his nose since it was the only way he can breathe the oxygen out as the candle flickers whistling sound clearly audible in the pitch black sky it turns into a low standard to a high disturbance Sam slowly having severe breathing difficulty his lungs were having trouble letting the air makes it disturbing blood was still flooding in his lungs nearly rising up to the rate of his own throat he felt the pressure in his lungs that he needed the chance to choke or retch out an amount of crimson liquid crawling into the insides of his windpipe making it harder for him to fully breathe air out of his nose.
Callen turned the light on shining the flashlight to a cremated wall he gazed at with his own blue eyes staring closely into it setting down on one foot to another on the same maroon soft rugged carpet he looked up to the right lifting his head and chin up his eyes focused on the wall that was covered in glaze his pupils slowly turning to the left corner side again in the kitchen the lightbulb flickers on and off the handle to the lightbulb dangles at a slow speed and movement.
The clock ticking the red line passing by the 12 handle on the kitchen table there was 8 wooden matchsticks lined up in a row and together one rolls and falls off the table landing on the ground as Callen presses the ear mic comm in order to get any signal from anyone while turning to the right direction moving his flashlight
"CALLEN!"
Callen presses his ear mic comm "Sam"
The television turns on the camera whirrs slowly turning to the left direction creaking in a high pitched sound
"Callen"
"Sam talk to me come on tell me what's going on
"Nothing the suspect has escaped went after that son of a..."The ear mic started to go into static which ended up affecting his eardrum as Callen pressed his ear to stop it clicking it off only for it to go completely silent breathing heavily as the noise from his ear nearly spreading into the ear canal he closed his eyes for a moment
CALLEN DIES FROM HIS GUNSHOT WOUNDS was written in actual blood that was trailing down to the walls he clumped his mouth
Special Agent G. Callen advances entering into the living room with an pistol held in his hand setting down one and one foot after the other one with his shoes in quick pressing action on the maroon soft rugged carpet he looked up to the left lifting his head and chin up straight forward his grip helding onto the pistol, his eyes focused on the ceiling which was made out of cremation and clay glazed together he shifts the pistol turns his head and chin to the left corner side.
END OF CHPT 3
I KNOW I HAVE NOT BEEN ON FANFICTIONS FOR A LONG TIME NOW I HAVE BEEN STRUGGLING WITH SOME ISSUES AND WRITERS BLOCK I WAS GOING TO GET BACK IN JANUARY BUT I WAS STRUGGLING TO FINISH UP CHPT 3 BUT NOW I HAVE IT FINALLY DONE AFTER WORKING ON IT FOR 5 OR 6 MONTHS ORIGINALLY IT WAS GOING TO BE LONGER BUT IT WAS HARD FOR ME IT ALSO RUINED MY MIND SO I DECIDED TO FINISH UP CHPT 3 AND FINALLY END IT CHPT 4 WILL BE FINISHED MAYBE THIS WEEK OR NEXT WEEK
THE NIGHTMARE WILL CONTINUE IN LATER CHAPTERS
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