smaller chapter for you guys today. this one has gunfire in it, but i'm not that great in live-action scenes, so...
if anyone asks, i'm doing my science project, ok? OK?
disclaimer- disclaimed.
Thank God for German sports cars.
He couldn't remember how he'd ever lived without a car, without the modern technology that made his world go round today. Well, actually, he could, fairly well; he could remember everything from the past years.
But the German car was definitely one of the best things so far. That and NCIS.
Of course, it didn't really surprise him when an agency sedan and a blood-red hearse appeared behind him. Part of him was touched that they were worried about him, part was worried about them, and part was simply worried they thought he was crazy.
But when another car, an old '78 Buick that seemed a lot like the one he'd read about on the Binxson's bank records, he was surprised. Emily had seen that something was going on and had probably taken it into her own hands to find out what.
She was more like Sarah than he thought.
The thought made him smile, but when he saw a shape that looked suspiciously like someone riding a vacuum—complete with a dangling cord—fly across the moon, it disappeared. McGee hit the gas pedal so hard the tires lost traction for a second before the Porsche's engine took over.
Without even throwing it in park, he jumped from the car and ran into the building, flashing his badge at those who looked up. They'd all been thoroughly checked out by Big Brother McGee after his little sister had nearly been convicted of murder and they knew that anyone who stood in the way of him when he needed his sister that badly would probably not live to tell the tale.
So when DiNozzo and Abby, then Gibbs and Ziva, came through the same door, the college kids just pointed up the stairs. The last girl, a blonde, got the same treatment, but seemed even more confused than the rest of them.
Sarah was sleeping in her bed when her door started exploding. She groaned and stood up, making her way blindly to her front door.
"Whozzer?" she mumbled, trying to see through the peephole with a closed eye. She hadn't slept at all the day before—her English Lit exams were next week and she had stayed up all night studying.
"Sarah, it's Tim, open up!" her brother's voice yelled.
That amount of fear in his voice could only mean one thing; she was in serious trouble. Sarah opened the door, barely flinching when he came in SIG first. "Thack? Why're you here?" she asked. They always used their real names in private.
"Is she here yet?"
"Is who here yet?" she replied. "Thack? Thackery." She grabbed her brother's arm. "What's going on?"
"Thackery?" Tony's voice asked. Both McGees turned and saw the rest of Team Gibbs, including Abby, and Emily Binxson standing at the door. Sarah swore under her breath.
"Yeah, um… that's his middle name," she explained.
"McGee doesn't have a middle name," Abby replied, narrowing her eyes. "I smell something hinky going on here!"
"What's going on?" Gibbs demanded of his agent.
"You don't know either?" Sarah asked. "Good. I'm not the only one. what's happening, Tim?"
A gale worthy of Hurricane Katrina hit the building, pushing Sarah's windows open and sending papers flying everywhere.
"Boooooooooooooook!" a woman's voice sang. Sarah froze in place, recognizing it. "Come to me!"
"That's what's up!" McGee yelled in reply.
"B-b-b-b-but she's dead!" Sarah squeaked. "She's dead! Hallowed ground, sunrise on the first, she's dead!"
A redheaded woman on a vacuum cleaner flew into the room, looking around with beady little eyes. Sarah screamed and hid behind her brother; Abby screamed and hid behind Gibbs; Emily simply screamed. Gibbs, Ziva,and Tony were too shocked to even think about something to say. "Binx! What a surprise! What hast it been, 16 years now?"
"17, but who's counting?" McGee called back, raising his gun. More on instinct than anything else, the others did the same. "How did you get back here, you hag?"
"Wash thy mouth!" she cried, pointing at him. McGee flinched visibly, but nothing happened. "That is for I to know and thee to never find out! Thy time on this Earth is rapidly diminishing, boy!"
"Yours ran out 300 years ago, you old broad!" Sarah screeched. "Get out of my room!"
"All I have come for is my darling boooooooooooook!" A glass shattered on Sarah's dresser. "Thou would just have been a lucky bonus, wench."
Tim shot the handle of the cleaner, bringing a scream from the witch. "That was just a warning shot, Winifred, keep talking about my sister and I'll put a bullet between your eyes!"
"Obviously, my prescious is not in thy possession," she growled, glaring. "But before I say my farewell, a gift I leave for thee!" The witch looked directly at Emily, revealing her huge buckteeth in a grin. "Would thou like to meet thy ancestors, Binx?"
"Touch any of them and I'll kill you, don't think I won't, Sanderson!"
Winifred turned back to him, hatred written over her face. "Insolent little… take this, then!"
She pointed again, and a bolt of green lightning hit McGee square in the stomach. He groaned in pain, clenching his teeth to hold back a scream and holding both arms to his abdomen as he was slammed against the wall and started rising toward the ceiling.
Gibbs got over the shock and started shooting, hitting the witch in the head three times. The sound of the gunfire woke up Ziva and Tony, who let out their own magazines, burrowing a total of over 15 bullets into her.
Winifred screamed, backing out of the window and disappearing from sight. "I shall have my revenge!" they heard her scream. "So swears Winifred Sanderson!"
"Go back to hell!" Sarah yelled out the window.
McGee slid off the wall, hitting the floor pretty hard. "Tim!" Abby, Sarah, and Emily all said, rushing to his side.
Ziva was already next to him. "He is still alive," she assured the men.
"Em…" he breathed, fluttering his eyes open. "…ily?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Not you," Sarah said, at least gently. "That's my middle name. I'm here, Tim, but it's Sarah, remember?"
"Sar-ah…" McGee groaned, pushing himself up. "I'm… not a cat, right?" he asked, looking around.
Tony started laughing, then quickly stopped as he realized McGee was serious. "No, probie, you're still human."
Tim looked down himself and sighed in relief. "Thank God." He looked around. "Winifred?"
"Dead," Ziva replied. She raised an eyebrow at his shocked face. " Don't be surprised, we are federal agents. We hit her at least 15 times, McGee."
"Your guns?" She nodded. "She's not dead."
"We didn't miss, McGee," Gibbs told him.
McGee looked sheepish. "No, that's uh, not what I meant boss. I-I'm sure your shots all hit, but, you see, she can't die that way… not today, at least. Guns won't do a thing against her." He looked up at them and grinned. "Still think I'm crazy?"
"Either that or we all are," Tony murmured.
"Hey, you're the one in breeches," Sarah told him.
Gibbs knelt next to Tim, looking him over with a steely eye. "You alright, Tim? What happened here?"
He shrugged. "I've taken harder hits before. That was Winifred Sanderson, back from the dead and looking for her book of spells."
"Who's Winifred Sanderson?" Emily asked.
McGee turned to her, a pained look on his face. "She was the oldest of the three Sanderson sisters in the 17th century, who were hanged for witchcraft when villagers found Emily Binx dead in their cottage… and her older brother Thackery missing. Emily," he said seriously, "Winifred killed your sister."
Emily stared at him, then started backing away. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" she asked. "My-my sister is dead, and you're telling me she died from witchcraft? There's no such thing as witches!"
"Anymore," Sarah nodded. "They were real 300 years ago… Emily." She glanced at her brother, eyebrows raised. He shrugged in reply. "And in '93. Winifred and her sisters came back when a friend of ours lit a black flame candle at their cottage…"
"Which is a museum in Salem now!" Abby remembered. "I took the online tour when I was in college! There was this huge cauldron and like a pantry of disgusting ingredients and…"
"And her spell book," McGee finished. "Bound in human skin with a human eye embedded in the cover, given to her by the Devil himself. She must've used the last of her life-sucking potion on your sister to make herself look young again."
"Why Janie?" Emily whispered, tears coming into her eyes. "Why my sister, why not someone else?"
"Because you're a Binxson," Sarah replied. "And directly related to Thackery and Emily Binx, just like us."
"Listen, in 93, I helped a few friends of mine kill her again," McGee explained. "She thought that since I was related to Thackery, I would have the book, so she tracked me here and…" He shook his head. "It was just too big of a coincidence for her to ignore. Emily Binxson. Emily Binx. And you had a sister about Emily and Sarah's age back then."
"So this is a family thing?" Only Tony could sum it up like that.
"Guess you could say that," he nodded. "Emily, I'm sorry about Janie, but we have to focus on keeping her from the book right now."
"Do we want to know why?" Ziva asked.
McGee gave a humorless laugh. "No. No, you don't. But you probably have to. With the book, Winifred can make more of the potion and suck enough lives out of kids to make her young forever and give her enough power to bring her sisters back from the dead. They tried it in Salem in 1693 and 300 years later, and now she's going to try it here."
"There are thousands of kids in the D.C. area," Abby said, her eyes wide. McGee nodded. "If-if she does this…"
"Worse than 9/11," he nodded. "The last thing this country needs is a terrorist attack—from witches that were hanged 3 centuries ago, boss."
"Any idea when?"
"All Hallows," he nodded. "Only day she can bring her sister back, and she can't do it without them, she's not powerful enough."
"You mean Halloween?"
"Yeah, that." No surprise Tony didn't know that.
"I think this would count as our strange case for the year," Ziva told him.
"More like the century," Gibbs replied sourly. "Where's the book now?"
"Max and Allison—they're the ones who lit the candle and brought them back to like last time—are sending it. Allison owns the museum now and her husband is a cop in Salem PD. It should be here by morning."
His phone rang again. McGee stood carefully and picked it up, steadying himself on a wall. "Agent McGee."
"Binx!"
"Dani?" he asked, surprised. "Dani, is that you?"
"Uh, duh! Where are you guys?"
"Sarah's dorm. Why?"
"Because I landed at Dulles like an hour ago and I'm just sitting here waiting for you slowpokes to get your butts over here!"
"You're HERE?"
"Binx, I thought you were smart!" the girl said. "Do you really think that the people at the airport would let a book made from human skin through a baggage check without anyone with it?"
"I thought you guys Fed-Exxed it!"
"Well… Max thinks so too."
"Danielle Dennison, you better pray you didn't do what I think you did."
"I wasn't going to let you handle Winifred on you own, Binx!"
"I'm not alone! That's it, I'm calling your brother and shipping you back to him in a cage! Dani, this is dangerous, she's already killed a kid, she'll only come after you more because you escaped her last time!"
"You've escaped her twice already!"
"Yeah, and she's already come after us." McGee realized he was pacing and stopped, running a hand through his hair. "Dani, you are going to be in a lot of trouble after this is over."
"So I can help?"
As much as he hated to admit it, Dani was practicing a little Wicca alongside her studies and they could use her. "Fine. But no crawling out of the grave this time, you got me?"
"Yes! Yesyesyes! Thank you so much, Binx, I swear you won't regret it!"
"I already do," he grumbled, hanging up. "Ziva, you mind driving us to Dulles?"
Tony turned white.
hope he's updated his will...
thats all for today, i'll try to post again tomorrow.
PEACE~ Tibki