Hello again!
I want to thank the people who in the last few hours in which my story has been out have read it, reviewed it, added it to favorites, etc.
I'm gonna post the first chapter since I've already written the whole thing and I can't wait to keep posting… it's kinda addictive, I must say.
So, again, the usual disclaimers: I don't own a thing about NCIS. The only things I own are my OC's which are many lol and I'm not about to list them all and ruin the surprise for you. CBS and the other lucky people own Mr. DiNozzo, Mr. Gibbs, Mr. McGee, Miss David, Mr. Ducky (I know its Mallard but Ducky sounds nicer), Miss Sciuto and Mr. Vance. Hopefully I haven't forgotten anyone but in case I have, all the names you don't recognize are, like I mentioned before MY characters (at least I can say I own something lol).
Enjoy and please, R&R
CHAPTER 1
"Wasn't Tony supposed to be here already?" Ziva asked 8 and a half minutes after Gibbs had called Tony
"He probably got distracted with Carol from Legal..." McGee replied without taking hi eyes off the screen
"Hmm... probably..." The Israeli woman repeated staring at the elevator
"Wrong, McGee..." Tony interfered as the steel doors slid open "It was hot chick from Starbucks"
"Just about the same" McGee said looking up from his computer
"Gibbs is gonna have your butt" Ziva said mockingly
"Ass, Ziva, ass... and I am not that late"
"Yes, you are, DiNozzo" Gibbs said walking into the bullpen carrying his cup of coffee
"Sorry, boss" Tony said
"Gear up, people, we've got a dead corporal"
Tony, Ziva and McGee exchanged looks before grabbing their go-bags and following Gibbs into the elevator.
At the crime scene...
"Whoa... Ducky's gonna have a good time with this one" Tony remarked as the 4 of them walked into the house
The body of the soldier who had been murdered was lying on his back with a bloody nose and an almost invisible wound in his chest.
"Such a small wound and all this blood?" Ziva asked taking a couple of pictures of the body
"My dear Ziva" Ducky started as he approached to the crime scene "When are you going to learn that the size is of no importance? Mr. Palmer, would you please give me a hand and examine the wound?"
"Yes, doctor" Jimmy said eagerly to start working "It's a single stab in the chest, doctor. Very simple"
"Very simple indeed, my boy. Let's see..." Ducky kneeled down and analyzed the corpse of the blonde soldier "Just as I thought. The weapon, whatever it might have been punctured the heart"
"Is that the cause of death, Duck?" Gibbs asked
"For sure, Jethro but you'll have to let me take a look at this poor lad on my table so I can determine every possible anomaly, though, I can tell you that this young man was moved"
"What do you mean, Duck?"
"There's a trail of blood here, boss" McGee announced from the porch of the house "And it ends about 3 inches beside our diseased
"Was that what you meant?" Gibbs asked Ducky who nodded
"Our corporal has been identified as Cpl. Andrew Collins. He recently came back from Afghanistan. He was staying at his apartment in 26 Calvert St." McGee reported once they were back in the office
"I was talking to the officer who attended the emergency call and he says that the caller was an anonymous woman with a light and very elegant British accent. She said that someone had killed a friend of hers at her house" Tony explained getting up from his chair
"And does this mystery woman have a name, DiNozzo?"
"Kirsty Randall" Ziva answered as she hung up the phone
"I want to know everything about this Miss Randall" Gibbs instructed eyeing McGee
"On it, boss" Tim replied typing away as Gibbs phone rang
"Yes… ok, Abs, I'll be right there. Ziva, Tony, go to Collins' place and see what you can find"
Gibbs ordered and rushed towards Abby's lab.
"I don't trust British people" Ziva said
"Do you know any?" Tony asked
"A couple… you?"
"Yes… a couple too…" His reply came out so serious that Ziva frowned
"What is it?"
"What?" Tony asked looking down at her "Nothing, nothing…"
Miles away, in a cheap hotel, Kirsty paced up and down the room trying to figure out what to do.
After taking Andrew off of her, she had packed a small suitcase, taken all the money she had at home and fled the place.
She couldn't risk staying at her house and becoming a murder suspect. There was nowhere left for her to go. Going back to England was impossible and now she had to leave the U.S.
"This is a nightmare… it has to be a nightmare…"
The high volume techno beat that echoed in Abby's lab came into the elevator as the doors slid open to let Gibbs out.
He noticed the face of Cpl. Collins on Abby's screen.
"What have you got, Abs?" He asked and the tall gothic forensic analyst turned around to face him and smiled at him
"Hey, Gibbs… well… I've been running all the fingerprints you brought for me and I haven't been able to find matches for 2 of the 3 sets I've got…" Abby squinted as Gibbs raised his eyebrows "But you don't want to know what I don't have, you want to know what I have, right?" Gibbs nodded "Right… ok, this is what I've got: one of the sets of fingerprints is from Cpl. Collins. They were in the doorknob, the door and the floor. I'm still running a match search on the other two but nothing and…" She walked to another table "Ducky sent me an impression of the wound of our guy and it was made by a round metal sharp object. And even though you couldn't find the murder weapon in the crime scene, Ducky recovered a few traces of the weapon's material" Abby waited for Gibbs to ask but he didn't "Not even a drum roll? Nothing? Argh… ok… it's copper! Copper was highly used by the Soviet Union army a long time ago and after the Russian army changed their arsenal only arm dealers, clandestine gangs and terrorist used copper for their weapons"
Gibbs nodded and leaned to kiss Abby on the cheek "Thanks, Abs…"
"I'll call you when I get more!" She called as he got into the elevator and left to see Ducky
"Oh, Jethro, just in time…" Ducky exclaimed removing his face mask
"COD?" Gibbs simply asked
"Puncture to the heart caused by a round sharp object. I suppose Abigail has already given you the details on that…"
"She has"
"Alright… well, there's more… It took about 20 seconds for our lad here to die because of the gravity of the wound. Now, a wound like this is very uncommon. I know only of two kinds of people who would do that: high elite military and…"
"Soviet terrorists" Gibbs completed
"Exactly. The blood we found around his body drained through the small wound and it was slowly, although, fortunately for our poor fellow here, it happened once he was long gone"
"And what about the nose?" Gibbs questioned
"At first I thought the fracture and bleeding could have been caused because of the fall but then I realized someone punched him pre-mortem. The bleeding and bruising around the nose tell us that"
"He was already dead when he hit the floor"
"Indeed he was…"
Without saying anything else, Gibbs nodded at the M.E. and left.
"Report, McGee" Gibbs said walking into the bullpen
"Yes, boss" Tim replied and sent all the information to the big screen "Kirsty Randall. 35. Works as a book illustrator. Born and raised in London, England. She moved to D.C. 2 years ago with a work visa. No family in the country and no exact reason of moving…"
"But…?" Gibbs said
"But… I found this…"
McGee clicked enter and a confidential MI6 file appeared on the screen.
"MI5? Was she involved in some kind of high profile crime?" Gibbs asked
"Not really… according to this, she was related to a Russian entrepreneur called Dmitri Vasiliev. He was investigated by MI6 and Interpol because they thought he was involved with one of the most dangerous Russian terrorist cell. They were both under severe investigation and he was eventually arrested" McGee explained
"And her? Was she arrested?"
"It doesn't look like…"
In that moment, Tony and Ziva returned from Collins' apartment and noticed the Kirsty's profile on the screen.
"Hey, boss, we found a picture of that woman in Collins' apartment. We brought it because we thought it could be the owner of the house" Tony said
"Yeah, that's her. Kirsty Randall" McGee said
"What else did you find?" Gibbs asked
"Nothing much, really… no weapons, no drugs, not even flu medicine. Nothing suspicious" Ziva replied
"Well, apparently she had something to do with Collins' death. She's been involved in other problems in the past" Tim declared
"DiNozzo… look at the agent who led the case in London" Gibbs said handing Tony the file
Tony took it and widened his eyes as he recognized the name.
"No way…" He said
"Oh yes… and guess what you're gonna do now?" Gibbs asked with a small smile threatening to show
"Uhmm… go to lunch?" Tony asked hopefully. Gibbs walked up to him and slapped him in the back of the head making Tony cringe "Call her" He corrected
"That's right, DiNozzo, call her. I want her here before the day ends" Gibbs replied heading towards the elevator "Ziva, McGee! You're with me!"
"What?" Tony questioned outraged "What about me?"
"CALL HER, DINOZZO!" Gibbs repeated
All Tony could do was to watch Ziva and Tim smile and shrug at him as they flanked Gibbs while the elevator doors closed.
"It would be easier to shoot myself…" Tony cursed under his breath
He looked around, as if hoping for someone to free him from the task Gibbs had imposed on him.
"Ok, Tony… you can do this… yes, you can…" He tried to convince himself taking a seat behind his desk and stared at the phone both, menacingly and scared "No… nope, I can't…" He stood up once more, gave a few hops, moved his head around trying to release the tension and cracked his knuckles "Just like Mr. Balboa, Tony… tararaaaaaaan tararaaaaaaan…"
That caught some people's attention. He was now humming the musical theme from 'Rocky'.
"Alright… here we go…" Once again he sat down; picked up the phone and dial the number he knew by memory.
After a couple of rings, she finally answered "Hello?"
And Tony hung up.
"Crap!" He cursed without letting go of the phone "Idiot! Idiot! Ok… I can do this…"
He dialed again but this time he didn't have to wait. She was obviously waiting for him to dial again.
"Did you know it is rude to cut someone off on the phone, Tony?" She said without even greeting
"So I've heard… hi, Liz…" Tony replied and couldn't help to smile at the sound of her voice
Ok, people, that was Chapter 1 and I can proudly say I've finally figured out how to format the text here... it's sooooooooo complicated but hey, be merciful, this is my very first time posting something here.
So, anyways, I hope you're liking it and if you don't then... don't read... or keep reading, it might actually grow on you lol.
Thank you for taking a bit of your time to read it; I really appreciate it. MWAH!
I'll be posting the next chapter tomorrow and keep R&Ring... ¿? *lmao*
Koo koo cah choo! ;)