Disclaimer: Roses are red; Pea soup is green. NCIS isn't mine, but it is Mr. B's.
AN: I, personally don't like this chapter very much. But it's the beginning, so just bear with me. I promise it gets better. Jennifer Paris Morgan betaed it for me. :D Yayness! BUT, all mistakes are mine and I'm to be held accountable. I actually have a cousin who works at the Charleston Navy base. "Hey Chris!" There's an NCIS building there too. Yep! He's gonna get me a jacket. :D Okay, that's it. Part of this first scene may sound like I ripped one of the scenes from 'Doppleganger', but I wrote this last season. This is the 3rd fic I ever wrote.
Gibbs asked, "Sir? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Jethro. Send your people in. How you do it is up to you."
"Yes, sir," Gibbs replied and hung up the phone.
He swiveled around in his chair to find his colleagues bantering again.
"Tony, I don't believe in using machines."
"Why not?"
"It's artificial. Everything I get is one hundred percent real."
"You've never used a machine?" Tony incredulously asked.
Kate shrugged. "It just seems so fake."
"It's not fake. Trust me. It feels the same as doing it naturally. Come over this weekend and you can use mine. I-"
Gibbs cut him off. "DiNozzo, no one wants to know about your sex toys."
Tony and Kate's eyebrows shot up. "What? No! Boss, we weren't talking about- We were talking about Bowflex."
Gibbs' amused expression twisted into a slightly disturbed one. "Sorry I interrupted. Really sorry.." Gibbs muttered, then cleared his throat.
"We have a homicide right outside of D.C. A man and a woman, mid-twenties, newlyweds. The wife was a Navy lieutenant just transferred in from Charleston Naval base. This is the fifth in a string of serial murders that seem to be moving up the east coast. None of the victims were killed the same way."
"Then how do we know it's the same guy?" Tony asked.
"He leaves poems and only kills newlyweds." Gibbs simply replied.
"Good enough for me. Let's go." Kate followed Tony's lead and stood, pulling her weapon from the drawer.
Gibbs watched them in amusement. "You two aren't going."
The drawer clicked shut. "Why not?"
"If the murderer's still there, it'd blow your cover."
"What cover, Boss?"
Gibbs grinned at the confused looks on their faces.
"C'mon, Gibbs. What the Hell's going on?" Kate demanded.
"You two," Gibbs paused. "Are going to be newlyweds."
Kate frustratedly demanded, "Damn it, Gibbs! Stop yanking my chain."
Gibbs passed between their desks, on his way to the elevator. "You're the new bait. We'll go over it when McGee and I get back."
"Boss-"
"Bye." Gibbs smiled as the elevator doors closed.
Kate swore as she placed her gun back in the drawer, slamming it shut. "There goes my weekend."
"More like your next 2 weeks, Kate."
"What!"
Tony shrugged. "When Gibbs gets something like this into his head, he makes you do it right. Which means 'getting to know the community'."
"But we'll be newlyweds. Won't the guy try to kill us almost immediately?"
Tony sighed. "You of all people should know that you're considered newlyweds until you hit the one year mark. He's got all the time in the world."
Kate ignored his first comment. "What if he doesn't come after us? He could pass us right over and go on to Newport."
"If he does, Gibbs'll pull us out." Tony watched, while Kate, apparently content with his answer, sat back down at her desk.
"Or," he continued. "He'll keep us there and wait for the murderer to come back."
Kate looked up incredulously from the papers on her desk. "You have got to be kidding."
"I'm not." Tony said seriously. "Think about it. How many newlyweds in the service, on the Atlantic Coast, could there possibly be? He could kill them all up to Brunswick, turn around and come back down, killing the people who'd gotten married after he came through here."
"Or, he could move on to the Gulf of Mexico, or the Pacific Coast..." Kate moaned, thinking of all the possibilities. "This is going to suck."
"Tell me about it. We don't even get a bigger tax return."
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