A/N: thank you all for reviewing my story, I am most humbled that (most of) you are liking it…..please continue (you are helping to boost a 'fragile' ego ;)...)
Disclaimer: still don't own them…….sniff.
Chapter 1: The storm.
The air was becoming darker every minute; the trees were beginning to shake under the force of the wind. The storm that had been dormant for most of the day was finally gaining strength. Studying the surrounding area of the crime scene Gibbs noticed that the evidence that was present would most likely wash away. Determined not to let all evidence go to waste he called out: "Dinozzo, get your ass up on the mountain and see if there is anything useful before it's washed away." Not even waiting for a reply Gibbs turned around and once again studied the scene.
/ The area where the dead marine was found was an open space at the bottom of a mountain. The condition of the man led them to believe that he was killed... the bullet wound in the head was a dead giveaway. Trees surrounded the small open space giving the scene an almost intimate atmosphere/. Further muses were interrupted when the first drops started to fall, which quickly turned into a full rain shower... making it almost impossible for Gibbs to even identify the outlines of the trees. Calling out to McGee and Ziva, to gather what they had and to get the hell out of the storm, he pulled his cell out of his pocket to call Tony, with the intention to get him of the mountain, when he saw that his battery was empty. Once again cursing his inability to deal with modern equipment... he looked up hoping that Tony would be smart enough to get his ass off the mountain.
There wasn't that much evidence to find, Tony discovered. The only thing that indicated a possible struggle was a broken twig halfway the mountain. Sighing he looked up at the sky, just in time to catch the first few drops in his face alerting him that now would be a good time to get the hell out of there. Bracing himself for a wet suit, he carefully bagged the little evidence he had and began the trip back. Not even three minutes later the first flash lighted the air, forcing Tony to stop and look for a shelter. The small cavern a few meters away caught his eye. Decision made, he slowly climbed towards it, while the lightning helped him find his way.
About a meter from his destination, Tony thought he heard voices coming from above him. Coming to a stop he cocked his head, trying to identify the sounds.
.. re... you.../
ot... ell... itch/
/o... I... o... no... NO/
The storm made it almost impossible to hear anything, but he could identify a terrified voice when he heard it. Trying to find a way to make his way to where Tony thought he heard the voices coming from, he missed the figure falling straight at him... dragging Tony down in the figures fall.
TBC……….well what do you think (in any case it's a longer chapter right?)