Greetings Earthlings. This is Agent Striker coming to you on vacation time. That's right people, Striker's got a FULL WEEK of Spring Break, much to the dismay of clover janks, who has three days. HAHA! I'm evil, wacked out, and crazy, I know. Any hoo, I think that this story is nearing the end, maybe 15 chapters because I like nice looking numbers. It's not going like I had in mind, it's pretty crappy if you ask me. OH WELL. I'll finish it, cry, and then start another story.
LOL, wanna hear something funny? Well, I got my mother a season 1-8 DVD set of NCIS from a reputable site AND IT'S BOOTLEGGED. Sometimes it has horribly spelled subtitles(they make ME look like a good speller), mislabeled disks and all the rest. It's great. I love wasting 150 buck. Woohoo.
A special thanks to my REVIEWER Kikilia14. ONWARD AND UPWARD!
Snapshot: Gibbs' and Tony's backs looking down a dark stairwell at the shadowy figures half in and half out of the light of their flashlights.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
Timothy McGee nodded at Abby from the screen of her laptop. She had dropped off his own laptop off at the hospital and was now keeping a twenty-four 'guard' on him from her lab. True, it was a nice thought, but he wasn't getting much sleep. "I'm absolutely fine Abby, you don't have to keep checking up on me."
Abby grinned and hopped out of view for a minute, pigtails bouncing, "I am making sure that I don't loose you again…would you be opposed to me giving you a GPS tracking ID?"
McGee rolled his eyes, "I would be very opposed to that."
Popping back into view, Abby was now holding something about the side of an Aspirin, "But look how small it is, it would barely hurt at all!"
"Abby-" Tim began.
Abby pulled her puppy dog eyes and interrupted him, "I'm just looking out for you Timmy."
He hated it when she did that; she knew that he couldn't say no to the puppy eyes. He sighed, "I'll think about it."
Abby threw herself at the computer and gave it a hug, giving McGee a good view down her very low shirt and thoughts that made him blush. "You're the best Timmy!" Still grinning, she let go of the computer, "Oh, weren't you supposed to be getting some sleep?"
McGee nodded, his eye lids were taking on a mind of their own and were barely remaining open.
Abby shook her head, "Well then, put your computer on the table beside you and mute it so I don't keep you awake silly."
McGee followed her instructions and within thirty seconds a gentle snore escaped his lips and he was asleep.
Abby shook her head with a smile and said to herself, "I always said you were adorable when you were asleep Timmy, glad to see that hasn't changed."
"I'd ask about that, but I'm not sure I really want to know," a voice said from behind Abby.
"Director!" Abby gasped, "Why do you insist on sneaking into my lab and spying on me?" To her self, Abby muttered, "I really need to get to work on my Director Detector."
Director Shepard just laughed, "I'm sorry Abby. I just came down to see how you were doing and tell you that Gibbs and his team are on the way to a house in Virginia where Talbot's car was spotted."
"I'm fine," Abby said fiercely, covertly checking on McGee every other word, "Why didn't Gibbs come and tell me himself?"
"They left in quite a hurry," Jenny said, walking casually closer to the Goth, "and your phone was off the hook."
All the stuff piled on Abby's desk had pushed the phone onto the floor and out of sight but Abby was sure there was another reason that the director came to visit. "Is there anything else?" She asked politely.
The director shook her head, "No, nothing else." And with that the director turned to head back to the elevator.
Abby watched her for a minute, still confuse as to why the director was checking up on her. She shook her head and turned back to her work, pigtails bouncing, "People are crazy Timmy, absolutely insane…especially when it comes to people they love or even just care about," she closed her eyes for a moment, "Please get better fast Timmy, you're driving me up the walls. And just so you know, I think I- I think I more than just care about you."
"There is no way this is legal," Tony muttered to no one in particular as he sat back on his haunches, gun drawn outside of the house where Wayne Talbot's eighty-nine Mustang sat in the middle of the Virginia backwoods, not very far from the Carney House.
Gibbs remained silent, but Hunter nodded, "I'm not really sure how she got into NCIS and stays there. She breaks laws every other second on a good day."
The she in question was no other than Tatyanna Rodríguez, who had just finished crawling across the ground on her stomach and was now using a pry bar to jack the car. At the moment, they didn't have a search warrant but that wasn't stopping Tatyanna.
She was planning to start the car to draw the 'perp' out of the house so that Gibb and Hunter, who were moving around the back, could clear the house and she and Tony could catch Mr. Wayne Talbot. Who named their kids Wayne anyway?
Gibbs had gone along with the plan figuring that it was the best way to draw Talbot out of the house; he probably wasn't going to waltz out if they knocked at the front door.
At the exact moment the old car roared to life, Gibbs and Hunter took off running for the back steps of the little cabin as a curse emitted from inside of the walls. A man's voice could be heard as well as a woman's. Gibbs kicked the door opened with amazing force, shouting, "NCIS! Federal agents!" just as Tony was echoing the words outside.
The gunfire that came next was unexpected, but taken care of easily. The man, Wayne Talbot, had a pistol tucked in the waistband of his pants and only got off one shot before Gibbs tackled him in a fit of adrenalin and rage. The chick, a skinny bleached-blonde, got four shots off in Hunter's direction before Tatyanna tackled her from behind in what Tony would later describe as the best chick fight of the century.
The chick didn't know it at the time, but there was nothing Tatyanna hated more than when people shot at her partner, it really pissed her off, "You. Do. Not. Shoot. At. My. Partner. Without. Consequences. Slut," Tatyanna grunted as she subdued the woman.
The woman replied something a lot less than lady like and that was when Tatyanna 'accidently' hit her really hard. So hard in fact that her nose 'got broken on acccident'. Smiling at the blood running down the suspect's face, all Tatyanna said was, "Oops, did I hurt your nose? My bad."
Even Gibbs got a good laugh out of that one. He shoved Talbot towards Hunter, "You and Rodríguez take these two back to the car, we're gonna search this place from the attic to the basement."
Hunter nodded and he, Tatyanna and the prisoners disappeared. Tony was already heading for the basement steps that were in the corner of the kitchen where the short fight had taken place, "I'll start down in the basement."
Gibbs nodded and followed him; the older man had no inclination to let his agent go someplace alone again. This case had already put most of his team out of commission for the time being.
Together, the two agents eased their guns from their holsters and crept down the stairs. The first thing that either of them noticed was the complete and utter lack of light. The second was the smell of fear and human waste. There was definitely someone down there.
"Federal agents?" Tony called down cautiously shining his flashlight around the stairwell.
Gibbs gave Tony a firm shove and the agents began their descent. However, they didn't get very far. "Stay where you are if you value your lives," a voice that sounded like it hadn't been used in a while rasped from below.
"We're here to help you, not hurt you," Gibbs said, his eyes straining despite the light from the two flashlights.
"How do we know you're not lyin' to us?" another voice, this one much closer demanded.
Gibbs shrugged, "You don't. You're just gonna have to trust us."
Suddenly, there was a clatter followed by several severe hissed 'Be quite's. The room seemed to erupt in whispers then the first voice called out again, "Put your guns on the stairs and we'll see about that trust."
Gibbs and Tony did as they were instructed, and stood for a moment, still holding the flashlights. Slowly, the shadows seemed to come alive. Nine girls appeared around the steps, most of their faces still hidden by the shadows. Some of them were tall, some sort, some young, the oldest was maybe sixteen, a few were African American, a few were white, one's matted mass of hair brushed the ground. The only thing they had in common was long set of shackles that they were all locked in to and the looks of fear that their eyes couldn't quite hide.
Snapshot: Gibbs' and Tony's backs looking down a dark stairwell at the shadowy figures half in and half out of the light of their flashlights.
Okay, it's been decided. There will be two more chapters (That will hopefully be up before the end of the month, cross your fingers!). Chapter 14 will sum up the case, deal with the loose ends, etc.…and would you guys like a meeting of Tatyanna, Hunter, Ziva, and McGee? I think I might…but anyway, chapter 15 will be an epilogue of sorts and I feel that there's gonna be a lot a fluff.
Cool beans?
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Love,
Striker