An Agent's Weakness
Holly sat in her wheelchair beside Matt's grave. Her best friend was dead. At the hands of the woman who'd been her enemy for so long it was impossible to imagine even Sophie gone. She'd watched Sophie go from supposedly abusive playgroup worker, to being unmasked as a member for the Reynosa Cartel, to being stripped of a leader, to becoming a female Leatherface, to running drugs in Italy until finally to where she was now. The woman who'd killed her friend.
"What a young age to die," remarked a young woman behind her. "Only twelve years old. I've had cats live longer."
Despite her sadness, Holly managed to laugh. The woman seemed charming, a red head, Gibbs would approve, and seemingly calm and relaxed. If Holly had to guess, she'd guess the woman was a doctor.
"Did you know her?" the woman asked but Holly could tell she already knew the answer.
"My best friend," Holly choked up. "And my adopted sister."
"You poor girl," remarked the woman. "Come here." She beckoned Holly in for a hug.
"I don't know you," Holly replied nervously.
"But you do know me Holly Ann Gibbs," the woman said. "I've always been there. Always."
"Always?" Holly was creeped out by the woman now. She tried to back away. "Who are you?"
"I live here," the woman replied. "I live in this graveyard."
"I'm sorry," Holly felt her heart plunge. "You live here?"
"My name is Miranda, Miranda Lawson."
NCIS
"Oh My God! Holly!" screamed Agent Dorneget as he walked into the room where Holly was recovering in the Gibbs house. She was pale and unresponsive and immediately, he could see why. There was a single bullet hole in her lower abdomen and a tiny hole in the window glass.
"What's going on?" Ziva asked from downstairs, having just arrived.
"I think Holly might be dead!" Dorneget panicked. "I thought I heard thunder half an hour ago but it was a gunshot."
"Shit!" Ziva leapt up the stairs taking four at a time. She ran in as Dorneget cowered at the door.
"Gibbs is gonna kill me..." Dorneget replied shakily.
"If we do not get her breathing," Ziva noted. "Yes, he will." She pushed Holly onto her back, trying to perform CPR before repeatedly slapping her face. "Don't...go...to...the...light!" She yelled, punctuating each word with a hard slap. "What are you doing standing there?! Call an ambulance! She could yet survive this!"
"Sorry I was just..." Dorneget murmured.
"Picturing me naked? Oh right you're gay aren't you," Ziva apologised. "Just go or we're both dead!"
NCIS
"Tobias, I'm taking lead on this one," replied Gibbs as he and Fornell battled it out in their 'conference room'.
"I understand Jethro," nodded Fornell. "What do you need me to do?"
"Sophie is upping her game," explained Gibbs. "You and Slacks go and protect Sarah McGee. Protect her with your life! Last thing I need is Sophie to succeed in killing our only hope in finding McGee."
"Yes sir," smiled Fornell.
"One last thing, I'm off to see my daughter so will you tell Tony he's in charge?" Gibbs replied. "I don't want any of your agents getting in the way."
"Of course Jethro," Fornell said. "See you soon."
Gibbs smiled and started the lift up again.
The End.
This is getting tense.