Um. They're not mine, REVIEW.
Dr. Phung walks out of a hospital room and over to the nurses station. He nods in greeting to the nurse already there, taking her break.
"Hey Sam, do you know where the chart for the guy in curtain one is?"
"The florescent light guy? Gallant took it." She pours him a coffee.
"Anything new from trauma two?"
"She'll have her jaw wired shut, her wrist in a cast, and one hell of a headache, but she'll live. Any new rumours on who she is?"
"I heard there's no wallet, but it sounds like a domestic dispute, to the extreme. Most probably her boyfriend went ballistic when she burned the pasta." Sam gave the doctor a look.
"She was holding a nine mil when she was found…near a bar. Somehow I don't think that quite fits with your theory."
Doctor Phung shrugged in response, and had opened his mouth to retort when the door burst open and the trauma nurse, Mike, trotted up to them, waving something and looking excited.
"I think I know who she is!" He showed them what was in his hands. Dr Phung whistled.
"Shit man, that's a federal badge. Flip it open." Mike complied, and the picture showed a young brunette woman in her late twenties. Special Agent Caitlin Todd.
"NCIS? What the hell is that?"
NCIS NCIS
Gibbs looked askance at his boat, sliding his hands over one of the railings, feeling soft, smooth wood under his rough fingertips. He smiled slightly, but it faded when the shrill ringing of his cell phone broke the peace. Sighing, he walked over to the small table in the corner and snatched up the phone without looking at the caller ID.
"Somebody better be dead," he growled, and there was surprised silence over the line. He sighs again, going back to sanding the rails. "Hello?"
"Um. Is this Special Agent Gibbs?"
"Yes. Who the hell are you?"
"My name is Dr. Stanton, and I'm an otolaryngologist at County Grace hospital. Do you know a Special Agent Todd? Caitlin Todd?" Gibbs freezes in the act of getting fresh sandpaper, turning his whole attention to the phone.
"Yes. What's the matter?"
"Ms. Todd was –" Gibbs cuts him off.
"Agent"
"What?"
"It's Agent, not miss." His brain feels slightly numb, and he almost doesn't want to know. He remembers another doctor calling him, telling him his family is dead, and if this is a similar call, he doesn't want to hear it.
"Right. Well, Agent Todd was admitted earlier today, but her emergency contact could not be…well, contacted. I understand you are her boss?"
"Yes, now cut the bullshit and tell me what's wrong." He shoves his feet into shoes and heads for the garage.
"Uh…well, she was found in an alleyway near The Green Lantern – a bar, I believe."
"Yes, yes, it is," Gibbs vaguely remember Kate telling Tony about a bar near her house named after some kind of comic hero.
"Yes, well, she has a fractured wrist, a mild concussion and a broken jaw. I think she was struck by some kind of pipe," The doctor starts to talk again, but Gibbs has heard all he needs too. He hangs up, shuts his car door and peels out of the driveway.