Inuyasha x NCIS

I own nothing. Pairing unknown as of yet.

She felt like shit, and that was an understatement of the year, and sadly nothing new to one Kagome Higurashi.

It was like she was used as a punching bag and then a speed bump. Not only that, whatever she was laying atop of, it was stiff, cold and thus left her back more than uncomfortable.

What was even more unsettling was the fact that she could feel her breath with every exhale, meaning something was too close for her comfort. Raising a hand to brush whatever was offending her personal space, she paused when she felt slightly warm material.

Bringing both hands up, she quickly learned it was some sort of thick plastic and in the middle was a seam of some sorts. Her still fuzzy brain was trying to function properly as her hands ran as far down as possible only to retreat and follow the seam upwards.

Whatever it was, it was just big enough to fit her. It was thick and allowed no light through, seeing as she was blinking to try and figure out where she had decided to fall asleep after the party. And oddly enough, when she had wiggled her toes, she found that her shoes were missing.

Making it to the end of the seam, she felt that there was a thick piece at the very end. Moving her head back to try and see what it was, she blinked in the darkness only to remember that there was no light. Pushing against the material to make it taught, she started to pull on that one piece until she realized that it was a zipper. Soon enough light and cool air streamed into whatever she was in, and thus allowing her two hands two rip her... whatever it was, open.

Throwing herself up into a sitting position, she screwed her eyes shut at the sudden brightness that was greeted to her, while taking large amounts of cool air. A few things registered while it felt like the world just tilted. Bringing a hand up to her head, it was cool, cooler than normal, and smelt highly of cleaning products. It reminded her of a hospital actually, of bleach, only without the attempt to hide said smell of bleach.

Cracking an eye open, and looking down, she was not pleased at what she saw. She knew what it was she was seeing, just, not the reason as to why.

She had been in a body bag. Not only that, she was atop an operating table... and from the looks of the metal doors lining the wall to her right, she was in the morgue. Not exactly the place one should wake up after a night of partying.

Pulling her knees up so that her legs would no longer be in the body bag, a shiver ran down her spine and it was due to more than that fact that the air was cool, she turned to her left and let her head hang and stared blankly at her bare feet. Her knees were banged up, feet looked like she ran through a mud patch and her dress that she wore to the party torn up. Examining her hands, they were in no better position.

Rolling her shoulders and neck, she frowned at the stiffness and realized that it also was rather difficult for her to breath. Stretching her fingers, wrists and then arms, she finally opened her eyes again and was greeted with the worst thing she thought possible since she had finished with her duty in the past.

On another operating table just across from her, was Jack Hunt. Her soon to be brother in law.

Rushing forward, she fell to her knees instantly. Wheezing slightly, she fought whatever reason that her muscles seemed stiff and uncooperative, and fought her way to his table by literally crawling and clawing her way to him.

Slapping a hand and gripping tightly to the rim, her muscles were burning as blood was rushing through her body once again, she pulled herself up, using what strength her legs had to help push her into standing position. She was leaning heavily on her arms and crawled and leaned in closer to the man that had helped her when she and Souta had hit a rough patch.

He looked as if he was simply asleep. But the paler of his skin, proved other wise. His short cropped light brown hair was still as tidy as could be. His face was free of any blemish that may be a cause to his death. Thick brows sat above dark blue, near black, eyes that would never open again. A straight nose pointing down to thin lips and then a strong chin.

Despite him being a... was a Navy Officer, he was built more like a swimmer. She smiled lightly when a memory of him always tinkering on something or other, and then telling her the cause as to why he joined.

I love mechanics. I love to protect the ones I love. Joining the Navy was the best choice logically. What's not to love? Besides, when I get to meet people like you... Mmm, gotta love the sites.

After that little end note, she proceeded to beat him with the new throw pillows she had bought for the living room.

Her body suddenly began to heave, and knowing what was coming, she quickly and as steadily as she could, turned around and emptied her stomachs contents into the sink at the end of Jack's table. When she was done, she wiped away whatever was left with the back of her hand and spat out what was left in her mouth. She scowled and grimaced at the foul taste in her mouth as well as the acidic smell that hit her nose.

Then she remembered how her body had been in such a state before. When Mukotsu had poisoned her. Although her memory of that exact time is a little fuzzy, just like last night it appears, she was pretty sure she hadn't been knocked out completely. Just pretty much, as disgusting as it was to even think it, putty in the poison master's hands.

Hissing reached her ears followed by a quiet 'Oh my', caused her to whip her head about and face the glass doors. Just in the threshold of the morgue stood an elderly man, looking like he was dressed either to leave work or just showed up. His coat was brown, either tweed or a trench, and a khaki fedora.

The sudden motion of moving her head so quickly to view the source of the sound and voice caused her to spew out the contents of her stomach once again and then drop painfully to her knees. Her hands still clung to the sink's rim, and she heard the man rush to her, talking to her. But she heard nothing as she tried to remember, or recall anything about the night of the party. She wasn't even sure if it happened last night, or a few nights ago... All she knew was that Jack was dead, someone had attempted to kill her as well, and she didn't know about Souta or Samantha at all.

Kind hands offered her a piece of fabric, which she took with shaking hands and then viciously wiped her mouth clean.

"Are you alright?"

Looking up, her gaze locked onto gentle blue eyes that had seen far to much, much like her own, and frowned. Was she alright? Physically, she felt awful. Mentally, there was too much between now and what she last remembered missing. Emotionally, she was torn. Her brother to be was dead on a metal slab, and she didn't know about her own brother or his fiance.

"Wah – waht – water." her throat was raw, she felt it was more so than from just emptying the complete contents of her stomach, and her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with sand.

The man nodded his head and moved about, though he quickly made it back to her side with a simple glass of water. As she slowly drank the life saving liquid, he used his cell and called some one. All the while he kept an eye on her. Not surprising, she most likely had been declared dead when she and Jack had been found.

When she was done with the water, and he with his call, he helped her back onto her feet and removed his coat to quickly wrap her up in it and then lead her to the only comfortable looking chair in the entire room. When she was sitting, he plucked the glass and quickly refiled it, helping her grip it properly when he returned.

"Are you feeling better?" if they had met under different circumstances, she would have thought that with his outfit, which was and adorable with his dark blue business suit, simple patterned button up and red bow tie, and English accent, she would have found the man adorable. But, seeing as they weren't, she smiled grimly when her gaze landed back on Jack and answered.

"Could be better." her voice and throat were feeling better now that she had some water, but they were still raw.

The sound of hissing filled the room again as a firm male voice echoed off the walls around them.

"This better be important Ducky."

The man, who had been identified as 'Ducky', stepped aside, allowing her and this new male to meet eye to eye.

Dark brows raised when they caught sight of her. He had silver hair, one that came from age and not being something of the supernatural, firm pale gray-blue eyes, and his lips somewhat pursed. He wore a coat over a business jacket, which was over a black long sleeved shirt with a few button at the collar, and that was over a white shirt and then dark slacks.

"I do believe a victim coming back from the dead can qualifies as important Jethro."

Kagome switched between to the two men before her, wondering if they could perhaps help her remember what had happened, why, and most importantly, catch the culprit.

AN: Was catching up on my NCIS and this popped into my head. This was written up at around... 2am, so sorry for anything that's out of place. Please enjoy nonetheless.