Good morning, my darlings!!!
I am so happy today after seeing in my inbox how many people have added my story or me as an author to their favorites. I can't express with words how much that made my day so THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!
Ok, so... I am so happy I'm posting early today which means I might be posting again later during the day... Woohoo!!!
And again, you know the same ol' drill: I own nothing about NCIS. Lucky CBS, Mr. Bellisario and other people do. Up to this point I own Kirsty Randal, Cpl. Andrew Collins, Ilya Smirnov, Elizabeth Hadley and creepy man on the phone.
CHAPTER 2
"Uhmm, boss, where are we going?" McGee asked from the back seat of the car
"To the crime scene" Gibbs said without any other explanation
A few minutes later they got to the place and after passing under the crime scene yellow tape, they walked into the house.
"And… exactly what are we looking for?" Ziva asked
"Anything about this woman. We concentrated on Collins because we didn't know who the owner of the house was but now that we do, we have to find out more about her" Gibbs replied walking towards the bedroom
He entered the neat pale green bedroom. The bed was made with a floral patterned duvet. On top of the night side table, next to the antique lamp and the alarm clock Gibbs noticed a picture and he picked it up to analyze it.
It was a picture with 2 people. One of them was definitely their suspect, Kirsty Randall and the other one was an unknown man. They were both smiling and Kirsty was looking up at him as he passed his arm around her shoulders. In the background, the Big Ben could be seen and it looked like a cold winter day.
Then, as he placed the picture back down, the bathroom door opened and Kirsty walked out of it putting some things into a bag.
"Oh God!" She exclaimed as she looked up and saw Gibbs
The first thing she could think of doing was running. Big mistake.
She ran but didn't even make it out of the room. Gibbs stopped her and pressed her back up against the wall.
"Let me go, please… I didn't do anything…" She pleaded sobbing
"Are you Kirsty Randall?" Gibbs asked already knowing the answer and she could do nothing but nod "We need to ask you some questions, Miss Randall"
"I didn't do it, I swear! I couldn't… I wouldn't!"
She broke down in tears and Gibbs watched her with pity.
"Take it easy… we just need to ask you some questions. Come with me"
He grabbed her by the crook of her arm and led her out of the bedroom towards the front door.
"Boss?" McGee asked as he looked shocked at Gibbs and Kirsty
"We're out of here, McGee" Gibbs instructed as he exited the house along with Kirsty while Ziva and Tim followed
Tony had been waiting for 5 minutes at the coffee shop where he had agreed to meet with Liz. It had been almost 2 years since he last saw her and to be completely honest with himself, he was feeling quite nervous.
"Are you always this fidgety?" Liz asked with her British accent standing behind him making him smile even before he turned
"Oh, you know me, Liz… pretty girls make me nervous" He replied facing her
"Is that what happened this morning at Starbucks when you couldn't even say hi to that redhead?"
"You saw me and you didn't say hi?"
Elizabeth Hadley smiled back at her friend.
For Tony, she looked exactly the same: long black wavy hair, brown eyes, lovely smile.
She didn't give it second thoughts and hugged him.
"Hey, there…" She heard him whisper in her ear
"Hi…"
"You're looking good" Tony complimented as they parted
"Why, thank you, very special agent DiNozzo, so are you" Then there was a moment of silence "So… you wanted to see me just to say this or…?"
"I wish I could say that but no… I… Gibbs asked me to call you"
"Ah… I see… a case?" She inquired and Tony nodded "Wanna tell me about it?"
"Yeah but not here… let's go get a coffee"
Liz agreed and they entered the closest coffee shop around, ordered something simple and started talking.
"How have you been, Liz?" Tony asked catching her completely off guard
"Uhmm… fine, Tony, I've been fine… and you?"
"Yeah… fine too…" He replied, his voice trailing off
"You want to ask me something, don't you?"
"What are you doing in D.C.?"
"Whoa… that was direct… I thought you would be glad I was here… you just said Gibbs asked you to call me and as far as I know we are not allowed to discuss cases over the phone…"
"You didn't answer my question" Tony said seriously and Liz exhaled
"I came here to report the results of a mission I was on… does that answer your question?"
"No details, huh?" He asked and she shook her head "Alright, then yes, that sort of answers my question…" His reply made Liz laugh
"Oh, c'mon, Tony, don't take it personally. You know I am not at liberty to discuss the details of any missions I might be involved in…"
"I know and it sucks" Tony whined
"It does, sometimes… anyway… what can I do for you, Gibbs and NCIS?"
"What do you know about a Kirsty Randall?"
"Kirsty Randall. London. Soviet terrorists case 2 years ago. She wasn't even booked. What about her?" Liz asked taking a sip of her coffee
"She's the suspect of our current case"
"Really? What did she get herself into this time?"
"Murder of a corporal"
"That's… not good…"
"Especially for the corporal" Tony joked
"That was so cruel, Tony" Liz reprimanded but couldn't help to chuckle "And why does NCIS need me?"
"Because there seem to be certain similarities between Kirsty Randall's case in London and Kirsty Randall's case here"
"But she didn't commit any crime 2 years ago. I fail to find the similarities"
"Well, Liz, I think that's where we need you. You're an excellent profiler and you know this case, I'm assuming better than anyone"
"Am I sensing some serious ass-kissing here?" Liz asked narrowing her eyes and smirking at Tony
"Just a little"
"Ok, well, I suppose I can't really refuse now, can I?"
"Nope… I don't believe you can"
"Alright… your case… fill me in"
"I'll tell you in the car. I need to have you at NCIS before the day ends, according to Gibbs"
"Sounds like Gibbs. Let's go"
Tony paid the bill; they got into his car and headed off to NCIS.
At an abandoned warehouse, Ilya Smirnov was cleaning his weapon of choice when his cell phone rang.
"да? (Yes?)" He answered
"этоделается? (Is it done?)" The man at the other side of the phone asked
"да (Yes)"
"Я полагаю, то, что агент мертв…? (I assume then that the agent is dead…?)"
"Нет, этобудетсказкаменябольше, чемяожидал(No, that's going to take me longer than I expected)"
"Ядумал, чтопонимание, Илья (I thought we had an understanding, Ilya)"
"Онанетаклегконайти (She's not easy to find)" Ilya replied "НовашмаленькийдругтелесныеКоллинзизвашегоспособом (But your little friend, corporal Collins is out of your way)" He continued mockingly squinting his small dark eyes
"Вы сказали, что убьют ее, прежде чем убить Коллинз! Сейчас флот будет следующий ваш привести прежде чем я смогу избавиться от этого сука! Янемогупродолжатьплатитьзасвоиошибки(You said you would kill her before killing Collins! Now the Navy is going to be following your lead before I can get rid of that bitch! I cannot keep paying for your mistakes)"
"Ябудуисправитьэтосам. (I will fix this myself." Ilya responded in a menacing tone "Ноценаизменилась (But the price has changed)"
"Тысошелсума, есливыдумаете, чтоябудуплатитьтебебольшепослетого, чтовысделали (You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna pay you more after what you've done)" The man exclaimed outraged
"Хорошо, отказываютсяплатитьмнебольше, ичтоагентбудетсдругимиполицейскимидостаточнодолго, чтобыпривестиихквам (Alright, refuse to pay me more and that agent will be with the other cops long enough to lead them to you)" Ilya threatened
"Прекрасный. Вы будете иметь ваши деньги до полуночи. Но я хочу сделать работу до рассвета. Если нет, то вам придется заплатить за это, Илья. Вы не только убийцы, который готов работать на меня, и что вы не столь любимые народе твоем (Fine. You will have your money by midnight. But I want the job done before dawn. If not, you will pay for this, Ilya. You are not the only assassin who is willing to work for me and that you are not so loved among your people)"
"Янедумаю, чтовывсостояниисделатькакие-либоугрозы, г-нВолков (I do not believe you are in the position to make any threats, Mr. Volkov)"
"Простоделатьсвоюработу, Ильяиливыхотелибывынеродились (Just do your job, Ilya or you'll wish you hadn't been born)" And with that, the man hung up
"Конечно, г-нВолков, чтониговори (Sure, Mr. Volkov, whatever you say)" Ilya laughed and continued his task: cleaning a cylindrical copper dagger, the reflection of the light on the blade of the knife dancing on his face enhancing the deformed half of his face.
Uuuuuu, see? Creepy man on the phone! I told you!!! lol
Anyways... I hope you liked this chapter and that you're enjoying the story. I must warn you, though, it's gonna get really confusing and complicated but you can be sure it will be agile, entertaining and full of action!
Oh and before I forget, I don't speak Russian so I used an online translator. In case any of you actually speak Russian (oh, I envy you so much) I apologize for the many mistakes I probably made. Oh, and before I forget, a huge apology to the Russian people. This is not meant as an insult and it is definitely not an statement of my point of view towards Russia or anything related to it. I like Russian people very much (yes, I've met a couple). This is just a manifestation of my wild imagination so please, don't take it personally... and if you do then remember all the Bond films in which the Russians have been the baddies ;).
That been said... keep R&Ring and have a good time trying to figure out the continuous riddle this story turned into under my pen.
MWAH! Koo Koo Kah Choo!!! xoxo