Disclaimer: See first chapter.
Chapter Two: Mysterious Meetings
It was late, midnight maybe, and the brunette still wasn't home. They must have her staying late, working on their new case, but she sat in the armchair waiting patiently. Megan didn't like not having her gun near her, but she stayed where she was, knowing that it would be taken a threat if it was on her person when she got in, so it stayed on the table near the entrance.
Suddenly there was the sound of keys, and the sound of a lock turning. Megan watched the door open and the brunette entered. Reaching over to turn on the light she said "It took you long enough to get here Agent Blye, are the others still trying to hunt me down?"
A gun was trained on her head, but all Megan did was smile, she expected nothing less from her old partner.
"What are you doing here?" she asked still not lowering the gun, it stayed aimed at Megan's head.
"I can't come talk to my old partner Kensi?" Megan asked holding her hands up so that Kensi could see she was not armed.
"You've murdered a dozen people Megan, two were Navy, and one was an NCIS agent" Kensi said angrily,
Megan just sat there.
"Give me your gun" Kensi said holding out her hand.
"You have it; I knew you would consider it a threat if I carried it on me, so there it is. Sitting on the table beside you" Megan said calmly. Kensi grabbed it, keeping an eye trained of Megan; she knew what she was capable of. They had worked together for four years.
"Why are you really here Megan?" Kensi asked.
"Director Vance has ruined my reputation. Yes, I killed those two Navy Officers, and the NCIS agent, but he didn't tell you the reason. They were in on it; they were working with the Mafia. The NCIS agent was suppose to extract me and my team, instead, he let them die, he knew what was going on, I begged him to get them out of there, he didn't. The Navy Officers were a part of the Mafia; I recognized them from one of the many meetings I went to. The others, Director Vance didn't mind letting me kill them, after all, they were our enemies. I came to clear my name, and my teams. Whether you believe it or not is up to you, but you of all people know that I don't kill unless there is a good reason. That was my reason" Megan said.
Kensi put her gun down, hearing the pain in her old partner's voice. "Why don't you come in and explain everything to Gibbs, to Callen, to Hetty, to the others? They'll understand Megan, because I do" she said.
Megan stood up and walked towards the door, Kensi not stopping her. She turned around and looked at Kensi.
"I'm not finished. This was the first clue, now you need to figure the rest out Kensi. You're smart, so are the others. I won't stop until I finish, they will pay. Goodbye for now, partner" she said before walking out the door and into the warm night air and down the street hoping that Kensi would figure out what she needed to do.
Kensi looked down and saw Megan's gun lying on the table.
Gibbs and I sat in the Ops center staring at the large screen along with both our teams. Hetty had made an exception to her 'no food and drinks allowed in the Ops center', and we all had steaming cups of coffee in front of us.
Kensi had left, saying she needed some sleep when in truth we knew that she couldn't take anymore of this tonight. None of us blamed her, the news that her old partner had turned rogue, affected her deeply. Almost as deeply as it affected me and Gibbs.
Suddenly the Ops doors opened and Kensi stood standing there. A gun hanging loosely in her hand. Deeks, her new partner jumped up and quickly rushed over to her.
"Be careful, her prints are on it" she said quietly. Deeks but on a glove, realizing Kensi had one to and took it from her, placing it gently on the table in front of us.
"Kens, whose prints are on it?" Sam asked quietly.
"Megan's" she said her voice barely audible.
"What happened?" Tony asked looking at the gun.
"I went home, and when I got there she was waiting for me, just sitting there, in my chair. She told me that she didn't kill without reason, and she told me the reason she killed them, all of them. Then she told me she wasn't done, this was her first clue, and that she wasn't finished. She left, and she left the gun, I brought it straight here" Kensi said.
"What do you think she means?" McGee asked.
Gibbs and I exchanged looks, but even we, the people who knew her the longest didn't understand.
"I think she means, Agent McGee that she isn't done killing, or leading us to the people who have caused great chaos in her life" Hetty said stepping in with a tall man with a shock of dark hair. Kensi looked happy to see the man, and I knew instantly who it was. Nate.
"What do you think of this? Is she having some kind of breakdown?" Ziva asked turning to Nate.
"I think Megan has been in an environment that was never good for her in the first place. I even told the Director that, but she insisted on going, saying she was the only one, who could even attempt to pull it off, and it was true, she was. Megan was put under pressure and she succeeded, but she didn't stand a chance when it came to her team. She formed an instantaneous bond with them that was unbreakable, and to watch them die in front of her, while she could do nothing, it made her mental stability shatter. It didn't just snap, it shattered. She's struggling to try and pull the pieces of her brain back together. In her brain, clues are the only things that can help get some grasp of her old life. She followed clues to murders, just as she wants you to follow her clues. In her mind, you are the only ones who can bring her back to her original state, but even then, I'm not sure it will help. I only think one person could be able to pull it off" Nate said looking at us.
"Who?" I asked looking at him.
"You, Callen, you were the closest with her, you shared a bond with her that only you could understand, not only a mental one, but a physical one as well. If you can make her remember the past, then it may be enough to pull her out of her cold hearted personality" Nate said.
An older man came up on the screen. Gibbs looked at him and said "What do you think Ducky? Is what he saying true?"
"I'm afraid so Jethro, but there is something that Mr. Getz didn't add that I think should be added. Miss Hollis had spent the past four years as a cold hearted assassin. Every one of you knows that when she goes into a case, she takes on the personality. It seems, when her stability snapped, Megan Hollis's personality and Elizabeth Meadows personality collide, and ultimately joined together. Not only is she Megan Hollis the federal agent, she is also Elizabeth Meadows, the cold hearted, ruthless assassin" Ducky said grimly.
"Are you saying that somehow Megan is an assassin as well as herself doctor?" I asked.
"I'm afraid so Agent Callen" he said sadly.
. . .
She follows the woman home. She had stayed late, working with the computers. Callen walked her to her car and bid her goodnight, saying that it was safe for her to be walking out in the dark by herself, know that she is known to be out. The perky redhead waves his concerns away, gets in her car, and drives home.
The redhead doesn't know how right Callen was.
"You really should be more careful Miss Jones" Megan says. Nell seems unfazed.
"You're her" she says calmly.
"If you mean Megan Hollis by her then you are correct" Megan said walking around the woman's apartment, fingering the curtains.
"They're worried about you" Nell says calmly. She was always able to keep a level head in tough situations, and having a rogue agent in your home was beyond a tough situation.
"Are you ready for your clue Miss Jones?" Megan asked. The short woman nodded. Megan carefully laid brass on the table.
"Jethro will know what it means" she said before walking towards the door. When she got there she stopped and turned around. "I've never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it Miss Jones. You are completely safe with me unless you do something to change the circumstances, and as to your statement earlier. No, they are not worried about me, they just think they are. Goodbye" she said and then she walked out into the night.
Nell reached for her phone and dialed Callen's number.
"Nell? What is it? Is something wrong?" Callen asked concerned for the small woman.
"Megan Hollis was here, and she left us another clue" Nell said staring at the brass on the table. She heard a squeal of tires on the other side of the line before she hung up.
. . .
I walked into Nell's small apartment with my team and Gibbs with his team. It was cramped with that many people in it, but this was important, and we needed to figure out what this other clue meant.
"Thanks Abby" Gibbs said into the phone before hanging up. I felt bad for the forensic scientist in D.C., it was late here, which meant it was even later there, but yet the Goth pulled through for us.
"Abby said there were two sets of prints on it. One set was Megan's the other was a man by the name of William Briars. Briars was Megan's teammate, and her senior field agent, before he was killed by the Russian's, in front of her" Gibbs said. We all stood grim, this was the only thing she had left of her former agent, and she handed it over to us.
"What do we do with it?" Kensi asked. Hetty walked into the apartment with a box in one hand. "I do believe Miss Blye that we will put it here, until we get Agent Hollis back, then we can rightfully give it back to her" she said.
"Take whatever prints you can off the brass and send them to Abby. Then put the brass with Agent Bane's gun in the box" I ordered. Eric was talking to Nell, he was obviously worried about her.
"She said 'Jethro will know what it means' when she put it on the table" Nell said. We all stopped in our tracks. I turned to Gibbs and he looked at brass carefully. Once Deeks and Kensi got the prints off he picked it up with his gloved fingers and looked at it.
"It's from a sniper, which one, I'm not sure" he said quietly.
Gibbs and I exchange looks. "Megan was always handy with a sniper" I say quietly.
. . .
Hetty couldn't believe that one of her agents, one of her most trustworthy agents had gone rogue. She always figured that Mr. Callen and Miss Hollis would be the ones who stuck close to NCIS, never straying too far, but now, her assumptions were wrong.
After leaving Miss Jones apartment where Miss Hollis had left her second clue, she headed home. There was nothing more she could do tonight. It was late, and she needed to get some rest to be ready for whatever Megan Hollis threw at them the next morning.
Pulling her Jag into her garage she turned the key and it shut off. Locking the doors and closing her garage door she walked into her house placing her keys and purse on the table. Hetty went into her study and stopped. There were two tea cups sitting on the desk. One on each side.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to come here" she said into the air.
A voice answered her almost immediately from the corner of the study. "I was a little tied up earlier, this seemed like the right time".
"The right time for what Miss Hollis?" Hetty asked going to sit in her chair and sipping her warm cup of tea. She waved her hand to the seat across to her and the beautiful woman with the green eyes came to sit down, hesitantly reaching for the cup of tea. It was the first time Hetty ever saw the young woman's confidence waver. Hetty reached into her pocket and hit a button on it.
"The right time to tell you what you needed Hetty. You are one of the few people in NCIS that I trust, and I know that you of all people will get the message delivered for me…" Megan said.
Callen answered his phone, seeing that it was Hetty. Both teams were back at headquarters, all agreeing they were going to sleep until they found her. He held the phone to his ear and then put it on speaker.
"…after all, you are the most reliable" Megan finished.
"And what message is that?" Hetty said calmly. Gibbs and Callen moved towards the door leaving his phone behind for the others. Eric sent the feed to him through the speakers of Callen's car as they quickly drove towards Hetty's house.
"The message is simple. Director Vance ends this. I have all the blood on my hands, and I will keep it that way. All he has to do is give me the names of the rest of the people involved with my team's death. I will take care of the rest. No one knows he has to be involved except for you, me, and the Director" Megan said calmly.
Callen hit the gas making the car go faster.
"And if he refuses?" Hetty asks calmly.
"I will find out on my own, and it will be much messier for him" Megan answered.
"Why don't you come in? Callen and Gibbs are concerned for you. He still loves you" Hetty said.
Callen stiffened even though he was starting to believe it himself.
"The Director has ordered both Callen and Gibbs teams to kill me. I will not make them choose" she said. There was a small clatter and Callen recognized it as the sound of a tea cup being placed on its saucer. There was a rustle, most likely Megan getting up. They were almost there.
"Remember my message Hetty" she said.
. . .
I was just outside the Hetty's drive when a black figure came out. I slammed on the brakes and I stared. There was the pair of emerald green eyes I missed so much. Her eyes held contact with mine, and then she ran into the woods. Gibbs and I did nothing to pursue her. We sat there, looking at the place she had been.
Hetty came out of her house.
"She's gone Mr. Callen, for now, but she left this" she said holding out a dog tag that was wrapped in tissue.
I unfolded it carefully and read the name.
Andrews, Morgan Bradford.
This was quite a long chapter; at least it was to me. I hope you enjoyed it. Leave your reviews. Thanks.
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