"Mom! Mom!" a small blonde boy of 9 yelled as he ran to his mother who was in the garden. Trisha brushed her brown hair behind her ear and smiled at her son. "What is it, Ed?" she asked as she stopped her tomato picking. He giggled and held out the tiny metal cow in his hands. "A present!" he told happily. "I transmuted it." His mother smiled and petted his hair back, making the boy's smiled grow wider. "You did, Ed? You're your father's son alright," she said. "Thanks. You really are amazing, Ed, to be able to create something as neat as this." She got quiet. "But…" she whispered, dropping the tomatoes she held in her apron. Ed looked up and saw his worst nightmare. Standing where Trisha once was stood what he and his brother had created after the failed human transmutation. "You couldn't make Mommy right, could you?" it asked.
In fear, Ed backed away.
"Big brother…" a small voice came behind him. He turned a stared, seeing a little girl about three with long brown hair in braided pigtails with a large white dog next to her. The two then morphed together forming a chimera. "Wanna play?" it asked.
Ed gasped, sitting up straight in the bed he was in. His breath came out in heavy pants, his bangs sticking to his face. He was 16 now. He first had that nightmare when he was 12. He sighed and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice next to him.
"You okay?" the voice of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs asked. Ed stared at him and glared. "Who wants to know?" he growled. Gibbs met Ed's glare. "I'm Gibbs. Why where you at my crime scene?" he asked. Ed glare faltered. "Crime scene?" the teen asked, confused. His gold eyes then widened in remembrance. Now he knew why he had his nightmare. The little girl looked like Nina, the dog like Alexander, and the man like Shou Tucker. He sighed, eyes now sad and distant.
"I don't know why I was there…I woke up then a gun was pointed at me, so I ran, got shot, and then…I saw that family and…now I'm here," he explained. He then remembered another thing. "Killer…you…YOU DON'T THINK I DID THAT, DO YOU?" he yelled. Gibbs held up a hand, a sign that meant calm down. "No. I don't. If you had been you wouldn't have passed out because of seeing your work," Gibbs admitted. Ed's shoulders relaxed. Since Ziva had shot him they had to take ff his shirt and patch up his wounds. Only Gibbs himself and Ducky knew about the boys prosthetics. They decided to let the boy think that no one knew and tell when he was ready.
Ed messed with his gloves. "So…what is this place?" He looked around. This room looked like a glass box and through the glass Ed saw an elevator. It seemed like a hospital room in a suppressed space.
"This is where we take care of injuries here at NCIS," Gibbs said. "You were shot so we patched you up here. A lot easier then hospitals. They wouldn't let us ask questions there." Ed nodded in understanding. "Well… you asked your questions," he said. He stood up from the bed. "Can I go now?" Gibbs smiled at the childish behavior. "We'll go upstairs. I still have questions." Ed groaned and followed the man to the elevator. Gibbs hit the button. Ed looked around. This elevator seemed more advanced then the ones in Central. Gibbs looked at him.
"What's your name?" he asked. Ed looked at him. "Edward Elric, but call me Ed," he said. Gibbs nodded. "Gibbs," he introduced. The two were silent for the rest of the ride.
DING!
Ed walked out as the doors opened. His eyes widened. Everything as so advanced. What year was he in?
He looked around as Gibbs went to him desk. He looked down and saw a small calendar. 2010. Ed suppressed a gasped. That was almost 100 years after the year he was once in. He gulped and shook his head. Where has the gate taken him?