Hiya guys. You hate me admit it and I'm very sorry but things come up and I'm afraid this is how things might be. Stay patient with me okay? Follow my tumblr: CrimeShowFanatic for updates and stuff. If you have any questions PM me. On another note. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SEASON PREMIERE OF CASTLE? OH MY GOD THAT WAS GREAT. SAME WITH THE NCIS PREMIERE, AND NCIS: NEW ORLEANS. IT'S ALL GREAT. WOO HOO.
Halloween is near everyone. Can you taste it in the air?
Back at the loft, Ziva was contemplating her ways on how to tell Tony. Maybe she should first face him. Once he overcomes his surprise, they'll sit down and start explaining what Ziva's been up to these past two years. Then Ziva will talk about Tali and she had her and she's his daughter. That's the perfect plan. Ziva thought. Something's bound to go wrong. Nothing is ever perfect. She'll need to come up with a Plan B, C, and D. With Plan D involving taking Tali and running away again. This time she can't run away, especially not from this.
Ziva heard feet shuffling and turned to see Tali staring back at her. She was looking at her mother inquisitively. Ziva never considered what Tali would do when she'll meet Tony. Will she embrace him? Or act cold and distant. What if she doesn't like him? It's no matter he's her father. She'll come to love him soon. Right now, Ziva just wants to spend time with her little baby. They went to the park where they played an interesting game of catch...
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"As it turns out... it was just a costume. An elaborate one at that" Beckett said as she hung up the phone with Metro PD.
"The question is, why was he wearing it in the first place?" Castle thought out loud. The question stumped everyone.
That's when Ellie jumped. "Tony!" she exclaimed, "Remember the mauling case?"
She turned to the rest of the team. "A couple of months back we caught a mauling case. But it wasn't really a mauling case you see-"
"Get to the point Bishop." Beckett interrupted sharply.
Bishop shot her a dirty look before continuing, "So our victim was part of this elite underground club. So underground even Gibbs didn't know about it. They only accepted military personnel. In order to get in you need a military I.D. Or come in your uniform."
Tony laughed, remembering what happened when they tried to get in. "You'd think going in there with a fake uniform would help you get in. Yeah, no. They could spot a fake a uniform from a mile away. Not only that, they pulled a background check within five minutes once we got in there. I don't think poor McGee was ever hit so hard."
"So you think Ried was trying to get into this club? But what's so special about it?" Esposito asked the Washington team.
"It's not the club exactly, it's the people who attend." Tony answered.
"Who exactly?"
"We think that a lot of the higher ups go there to blow off some steam. Secretary of Defense, Head of the CIA, the Vice President, even the President himself is rumored of often going."
"Powerful people, a lot of secrets. Maybe Reid was trying to get to see if anyone would tell him anything. Maybe someone would get drunk and spill everything to anyone within earshot" Beckett speculated.
"I don't think so, Detective" Bishop started. "These are pretty powerful people. I don't think they'd risk nation security in some drunken stupor."
Even though Beckett didn't want to admit it, she was right. All Beckett did was turn around and walk away. As she was walking she yelled back, "Call McGee. Tell him to go over there and ask around."
Bishop watched with an incredulous look. Then she looked over at Tony who gave her a thumbs up and flashed her a smile. That's when she realized the Ice Bitch was warming up to her. She smiled and picked up the phone.
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Back in NCIS headquarters everything was quiet. Ever since they handed the case over to Metro PD and DiNozzo and Bishop were gone, it was boring. Gibbs would most the time stay at his desk looking at his computer screen, or hang out in the director's office. McGee would stay with Abby, helping her when she needed an extra hand. If he wasn't in Abby's lab, he was on the phone talking to Delilah and listening to her talk about her day in Dubai. Yup, everything was bland until Bishop called.
Both Gibbs and McGee were at their desk doing paperwork. The ringing phone startled McGee, he waited for Gibbs to answer it before realizing it was his phone that was ringing.
"Special Agent McGee," he automatically said. When he heard the voice on the other end he immediately perked up.
"Bishop! How's New York? Hold on let me put you on speaker." he said. Once she was on speaker Gibbs asked her about the progress of the case.
"Hiya Gibbs. Actually I called to see if you guys could follow up on a lead we have. It could be nothing but it's worth a shot. McGee, remember that military club you got thrown out of a couple of months ago?"
Bishop asked McGee.
"How could I forget?" he said, "I still have the bite mark from that pitbull."
"Yeah.. so about that," she continued. "You're gonna have to go back and ask some questions about our two victims. I'm emailing you of picture of both now." she said quickly before hanging up.
"Are you kidding me!" McGee exclaimed. "They can't do this to me, right Boss?"
Gibbs just laughed and told him, "Well she did ask nicely."
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McGee dreaded the hour and a half drive to Winchester, Virginia. That bar was dangerously well protected. He remembered the last time the NCIS tried to gain access.
He and Tony had played rock paper scissors to see who would go undercover. Of course, Tony won. Once McGee put on the inauthentic uniform they wired him and set him off. The club was a worn out old building in the middle of nowhere. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A second after the first knock the door opened and a man in his mid thirties opened the door. "State your name and branch of military." he snarled.
"Uh, Private Michael Ripley, United States Navy." McGee said tentatively.
"Do you have military I.D. on you?" the man asked. When McGee shook his head the man sighed and let him in. McGee found himself in a dimly lit hallway. It was well furnished, however. He spotted a velvet couch and sat down. When he sat down he saw that there were security cameras covering every door. "Boss, I don't think this is a regular club." he whispered to one of his buttons.
"You think so McGoo? I mean c- ouch! Sorry, Boss" McGee smiled when he realized Gibbs slapped Tony on the back of his head.
McGee sat there for about five minutes until the man came back, he stood up.
"What was your name again, Private?" the man asked McGee.
"Michael Ripley, sir" he replied.
"Are you sure? Because according to our database, Michael Ripley doesn't exist." as the man was talking, he was walking closer to McGee. McGee kept his ground and stood up a little straighter.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir" he said firmly.
"I'll show you what I'm talking about." McGee didn't even see the punch coming. The stranger hit him so hard he blacked out. When he came to, he was gasping for air. He was surprised Gibbs didn't come busting in with his gun out. McGee stayed there, breathing hard. That was when he started hearing voices.
"What should we do with him?" a gruff voice asked. McGee recognized it as the guard who punched him
"Sic the dogs on him, that'll teach him not to lie. Wouldn't it?" a melodious female voice spoke.
When McGee realized that there were gonna be dogs attacking him, he stood up and staggered to the door. He picked his ear piece from off the floor and spoke into it. "Boss? Boss? Um we have a slight problem."
"Whatever you do, McGee, stay put!" He heard Gibbs's voice but it was too late. McGee already heard the barking. He busted down the door he thought he came in from and ran for his life. McGee was running as fast as he could, but the dogs were faster, much faster. He tripped over a tree root and felt teeth tear through his calf. The last thing he remembered was hearing a gunshot and seeing Gibbs's face before blacking out.
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Time went by until McGee seen the entrance to club. His stomach clenched when he thought about going up there and facing that guard again. He nervously got out the car and tried the think of ways to get out of his predicament before reaching the door. Too late. Without even knocking he came face to face with the guard that knocked him out. "You," he growled. "You have a lot of guts coming here after what happened last time. Haven't you learned your lesson? Do you want the dogs to come back?"
McGee swallowed a breath of air before replying, "My name is Special Agent McGee, NCIS. I'm just wondering if you recognize this man." He showed the guard a picture of Reid.
"Sammy? Yeah I know Sammy boy here, everyone knows Sammy. Why are the Navy cops looking into him? What has he done this time?"
McGee was in his investigator's mode. "How do you know him exactly? What do you mean by 'this time'?"
"Well, Sammy works here. He's one of the bartenders pretty popular with our guests. Especially with the ladies. But rumor has it, he plays for the other team.. If you know what I mean" It took McGee a minute to figure out what the guard was talking about.
"Oh, so you mean Mr. Reid was gay?"
"That's exactly what I mean, what do you mean by was? What happened to him?" the guard started getting worried.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but Samuel Reid was found dead wearing a sailor's uniform, do you know why that is?"
The guard faltered he wasn't expecting this news. "Uh, yeah it was part of the uniform. You know, make the personnel feel more comfortable"
McGee could tell the guard was upset he said, "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you some more questions. What's your name? Who do you work for? And do you know why Mr. Reid had a New York license with him?"
"Sorry, my name is Dean Reid, Sammy was my half-brother he contacted me a couple of months ago and told me. He also told me he lost his job as a bartender in New York. I told my boss, Alyssa Monroe and she offered him a job here. Alyssa isn't here now, she's up in New York doing business."
McGee figured that he gathered enough questions. He gave Dean his card and told him to call him if he thinks of anything else. When McGee got to his car, he sighed with relief, at least no dogs were chasing him. As he was driving away, he realized that the guard never let him in.
