POV. Percy Jackson

Within the bustling confines of the NCIS headquarters, Percy Jackson had seamlessly transitioned from probationary status to a Special Agent. The vibrant energy of the gym had flowed into the focused determination of the investigation room—a realm where truths were sought, and enigmas deciphered.

Percy's fingers danced across the keyboard, his focus absorbed by the screen's contents. The case material sprawled before him—reports, photographs, statements—formed a complex mosaic that demanded his analytical scrutiny. His demigod instincts, honed through countless battles and quests, lent him an edge in deciphering hidden patterns and connections.

Around him, agents collaborated and exchanged insights, their voices intertwining in a symphony of dedication. The camaraderie was palpable—a collective commitment to unearthing justice. Each agent contributed a unique skill, a vital puzzle fragment that unveiled the broader truth.

Approaching Percy's desk, Agent Ramirez handed him a folder. "Percy, these statements might hold a breakthrough. Take a look."

Percy nodded appreciatively, accepting the folder and immersing himself in its contents. Witness accounts wove a tapestry of perspectives, adding depth to the evolving narrative. His mind absorbed the nuances, seeking the threads that linked disparate elements into coherence.

Time he flowed unnoticed as Percy delved deeper into the intricacies of the investigation. The symphony of keystrokes and hushed conversations merged into a focused chorus of determination. The bullpen thrived with agents united in the quest to uncover concealed truths.

Percy leaned back in his chair as the night deepened, his gaze transitioning from the screen to the evidence board adorned with photographs and notes. Strings connected the fragments, outlining their collective progress. Although the journey was far from its culmination, their efforts gradually revealed the layers of the enigma.

Amid the continuous activity, Percy's thoughts shifted to the path that had led him here—a pivotal decision a year ago, now an active participant in a team unraveling enigmatic puzzles. The twists and turns of his journey had honed him into a seeker of hidden truths.

As Percy stood, stretching his arms, the pleasant fatigue in his muscles was a testament to the hours invested in deciphering complexities. Surveying the bustling bullpen, he exchanged nods with fellow agents, each embodying a unique skill set and shared purpose.

Exiting the lively bullpen, Percy navigated the corridors back to his desk—an island of information in the sea of activity. Settling into his chair, he contemplated the intricate nature of their work.

A year ago, he had stood at a crossroads, uncertain of his path. Now, he immersed himself in a world of enigmas and intricacies, utilizing his intellect to wage battles of a different kind. The past had fortified him with strength and discipline; the present was an arena to exercise those attributes.

Percy's gaze returned to the evidence board—a visual representation of their journey. Pursuing truth was a continuous expedition, peeling layers away to reveal the core. Their investigation mirrored the complexities of the mortal and mythic realms, where truths lay hidden beneath layers of obfuscation.
Renewed determination ignited within Percy as he delved back into his analysis, his mind a realm of intuition and deduction. As he dissected the evidence, he recognized the interconnectedness of all things—a concept resonating in both mortal existence and the kingdom of gods.

Amid his analysis, a message notification blinked on his desk, drawing his attention. His phone displayed a text message—a fellow agent reaching out, hinting at the need for Percy's insights. Anticipation surged within him, a reminder that each day at NCIS held the potential for new challenges and the opportunity to navigate the labyrinth of investigations.

The sender's name caught his eye—Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Percy's heart quickened. Gibbs was a well-known name within the agency, a figure of respect and mystery. Percy's skills, unique abilities, and background in the Marine Corps had garnered attention, and now, an opportunity presented itself.

Anticipation and curiosity swirled within Percy as he read the message. Gibbs was summoning him, pulling him into a case where his strengths were needed—strengths that Percy knew extended beyond the realm of ordinary agents. Determined, he tapped out a reply, accepting the invitation to navigate new challenges and join the ranks of those pursuing truth and justice.

As Percy's reply was sent, a new message appeared on his screen. It was from Gibbs. "Meet us tomorrow 8am sharp, at the 3rd floor, office space. We'll discuss the case from there."

Before he left for the day, he sent a quick message to his supervisor and superior, "Gibbs pulled me into his case, I start with him tomorrow."


MCRT - Cubical Space

POV. Agent Gibbs

Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat at his desk, the soft glow of his desk lamp illuminating the room's dim interior. The stack of case files before him was a testament to the myriad challenges that awaited resolution. Among the folders, one stood out—a file labeled "Percy Jackson."

Gibbs had heard whispers about the new Special Agent, the one with a military background that piqued his interest. This Marine veteran displayed uncanny skills and a record of unconventional achievements. Gibbs was well-versed in reading between the lines and recognized that there was more to Percy's story than what lay on the surface.

Opening the file, Gibbs perused the details—a glimpse into Percy's journey from the Marine Corps to the realm of investigations. His impressive performance during his probationary period had caught the attention of fellow agents and supervisors alike. It was clear that Percy possessed qualities that transcended the ordinary.
As Gibbs read through the file, his gut instinct tugged at him.

He had a knack for identifying potential—people with the unique blend of determination, resourcefulness, and intuition needed to navigate the complex web of investigations. Percy Jackson, it seemed, fit the bill.

The file contained fragments of Percy's military background—the commendations, his leadership roles, and the records of his time in service. Gibbs had always valued adaptability, and Percy's history spoke to his ability to remain composed under pressure.

With a satisfied nod, Gibbs leaned back in his chair, his thoughts settling on the idea forming in his mind. His gut was rarely wrong, and right now, it was telling him that Percy Jackson had a role to play in the ongoing case—a position that went beyond the ordinary parameters of an agent's duties.

Reaching for his phone, Gibbs composed a brief message, his fingers tapping the keys with the practiced efficiency of a seasoned investigator.

Gibbs: Meet us tomorrow at 8 am sharp, on the 3rd floor, office space. We'll discuss the case from there.

Sending the message, Gibbs leaned back and steepled his fingers, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He had a hunch that this new dynamic—Percy's unique perspective and military background—could be just what the case needed. Pursuing truth was never straightforward, and having someone with the experience of navigating high-stakes situations might provide the required edge.

As he awaited Percy's response, Gibbs knew their paths were about to intersect, leading them into a world of tangled threads, concealed motives, and the relentless pursuit of justice.