Hi everyone! This is my first Fan fic, i hope it turns out alright. I have more for it but that is on FanFiction.net www.fanfiction.net/s/3549816/1/ Well, there it is if you want to read it there. If you do please remember to reveiw!!!!
The girl yawned. She flicked her almost waist length dark blonde hair out of her eyes. She was about seventeen and a bit small for her age. She turned to look at her uncle who was just behind her.
“Come on” She turned and said grinning; the girl had an English accent that had just a hint of American. She ran a bit up the mountain they were climbing. Her Uncle smiled at her. He was very tall with reddish hair cut in a military style. He picked up his 3-year-old daughter and stuck her on his shoulder where the little girl laughed.
There was twelve-year-old boy walking a bit behind them. The Girl was readjusting the thin red hair band when there was a loud gunshot sound just behind her.
She froze. Her heart was pumping like mad. Terror built up inside her. No, not again she prayed quickly.
She turned slowly. Her uncle was lying on the ground. She ran to him and knelt down beside him. Blood was pouring out of the hole in his head.
The Boy screamed. He ran and grabbed on to her Uncle’s hand.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A grave that looks almost new, the writing is blurred so you cannot see what it says. There is a single red rose lying, just in front of it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tony sighed. Was he the only one that remembered? Is it possibly that everyone else had forgotten? They must have, he decided. Surely Abbey would remember. He felt tears at his eyes. He wiped them away. He was not going to let this get to him. He would not show any sign of weakness in front of Ziva and especially not in front of McGee. Was he really the only one that remembered?
McGee was sitting at his computer putting the finishing touches on one of the chapters in his book. It was about how the team remembered her. Of course she was under a different name but it was still her, whatever she was called. He looked up at Tony, who was deep in thought, he couldn’t have forgotten could he? He had always thought that her and Tony had had something between them. But whenever anyone had hinted it they had both denied it. Surely Tony hadn’t forgotten, or was he the only one that remembered?
Abby hugged her hippopotamus Bert, who promptly let out a long farting sound. Her eyes were red and bleary as if she had been crying, which she had. Her eyeliner and mascara had run down her face, creating watery black lines on her unusually pale face. How could everyone have forgotten her? Abbey’s brave and intelligent best friend. Surely Tony or Gibbs would remember, or was she the only one that remembered?
Ducky opened the body of some poor person with a lot less carefulness than usually. His eyes weren’t working as well as they normally did. He should really get them checked out soon. He sighed; it wasn’t as if he didn’t know what this was about. The poor, poor girl, He thought sadly. She shouldn’t have died, she didn’t deserve to die. She had always been so full of life. He was surprised that no one else seemed to remember, surely Tony or Abbey would have, or was he the only one that remembered?
Gibbs sipped his coffee quietly. If you had looked at him you wouldn’t have been able to tell what he was thinking, his face was in stony determination not to show anything. Why hadn’t you killed him in Autopsy? He always thought this but it wasn’t as if he was ever going to find out, was he? He stared at the rest of his team, surely they remembered, or was he the only one that remembered?
Ziva looked at the contemplating faces of her colleges. The mood was so oppressive that she could barely breathe, each person deep in his or her own thoughts. She wondered what they were all thinking about. It didn’t help that they hadn’t had a case to work on for the past week. They had just been sitting around doing nothing. It had been all right up until then though. But today had been unbearable. She decided that she would ask McGee what was wrong. She sat there bored for another half an hour before McGee stood up. He was almost at the elevator when she stood up and rushed over. The door was just about to shut when she stuck her foot into the crack and slipped inside. She stood beside McGee then turned.
“What’s wrong? Why is all the team acting strange? No said anything for years, why is that?” She asked. He said nothing for a while but then opened his mouth and started to explain.
“Exactly two years ago Special Agent Caitlin Todd was shot.” Ziva vaguely remembered hearing that name before. “She was on our team and is the person you were sent to replace. She was very brave and intelligent. She was so kind and always use to bicker with Tony.” He gave a small smile. “Everyone loved her, she was Abbey’s best friend, she helped me survive joining the team and everyone thought Kate and Tony were made for each other, even though no one said it.”
He stopped. He rummaged though his bag and brought out a small photo. Ziva looked at it. Kate was in her late twenties or early thirties with amazing brown eyes and nice dark brown hair. She was smiling at the camera and was laughing at something. The picture was so different to the picture Ziva had seen; the autopsy photo didn’t show you the real Kate at all. She silently cursed her Brother, why did you have to shoot her? Why did you have to make these people so unhappy?
Ziva and McGee’s phones went off, they checked them and saw they had a text message.
WE HAVE A DEAD MARINE ON A NATIONAL PARK. COME QUICK, GIBBS WANTS YOU. TONY
Gibbs turned the corner and ducked under the distinct yellow tape a cup of fresh strong coffee in his hand. There was a 12year old boy crying with a girl in her late teens comforting him, but her eyes were watering and she kept on trying to wipe away the tears. His sister, maybe? He looked at the crime scene. The officer had been shot in the head once. He turned to the team.
“DiNozzo, sketch. McGee, Photos and Ziva interview the family.”
Ziva rolled her eyes. Typical. Just her luck, she would have to interview the relatives. She hated doing all the emotional stuff. Oh well, here it goes.
McGee shuddered. This was not a pretty sight. The officer had been shot once in the head. There was terrible blood lose which stained the area around it. He shuddered again. He took a couple of pictures. It was a long time since he had felt sick at a crime scene but this was pretty gross.
Tony took out his pad of paper. Well at least they had something else to think about now. It wasn’t just an empty space that could only be filled by thoughts of a long dead friend. He started sketching trying not to think about Kate.
Ziva took a deep breath and went over to the two children. The boy was casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The girl was wearing a strapy purple t-shirt with baggy navy blue trousers.
“Hello, my name is Officer David. I work for NCIS. Was the victim your father?” She asked flipping her badge. The boy broke into a fresh set of tears and Ziva flinched, she sure did hate interviewing family. The girl spoke, as the boy seemed too upset to talk.
The girl looked up into the emerald green eyes of the Officer in front of them. She had a foreign accent but it wasn’t like hers. If she had to guess she would have said Israeli. It reminded her of her Mums Jewish friend who came from Israel.
“No, he was my Uncle John, but he was my cousin, Tyler’s Dad.” She inclined her head towards the boy sitting next to him. Ziva was surprised to hear a thick English accent when the Girl spoke. Interesting, she must be here for a holiday or something.
“What were you doing up here?” Ziva asked curiously.
“It’s exactly two years since my Aunt died, we were coming up here to remember her. I didn’t know it was going to end up this way.” She put on a small smile but her eyes were watering very badly and it was almost impossible to stop the tears now.
“Oh, I’m very sorry.” Ziva said. She felt sorry for the poor Girl and the boy. Later, Ziva would think that she was stupid not to pick up the signs, but at that moment she was totally oblivious to any similarities. “Did you see anyone in the woods close to the time of your Uncles death?”
The girl shook her head. A loud noise came from behind them and Ziva turned to see Ducky and Jimmy Palmer arrive. She turned to face the two kids.
“Thank you for your time, I might have to come back and ask you some more questions. Oh, and by the way what is your name?”
“My names Naomi Waters and my cousin Tyler.”
Ziva nodded and turned to walk over to Gibbs and the rest of the team. Ducky was already examinating the Body.
“Find any thing useful Ziva?” Gibbs asked her.
“No, not really, except the Victims name was John, and from the fact that they couldn’t see the person who shot him I’m guessing it was long range bullet.”
“That would be consistent with the Gunshot wound in his head.” Ducky added picking the bullet out of the blood clotted hole with a pair of tweezers. He held it out to Jimmy Palmer who had an evidence bottle at the ready. Everyone feel silent.
“We’re dealing with a Sniper.” Gibbs said simply.
“I’m afraid that we properly are, Jethro.” Ducky said sadly.
Abby stood looking at her new photo. The Colours screaming at you, violent pinks, greens, blues and reds. Fragments of bright white littered the picture, shards of Bone smashed into a million pieces. It had taken her a long time to edit the picture.
Tony stepped into the lab. The pictures on the wall taking his notice at once. He smiled, the pictures were so Abby. The multicoloured mayhem that was the remains of mangled human bodies. Whenever you walked into the lab that was the first thing you saw. It was fantastic if they were new; it always took a while to use to them. If he was taking a person it who had never been into Abby’s Lab before. The experience always frighten them, he smiled. He stepped into the lab proper and immediately he saw the new picture.
“Pretty cool, huh?” Abby asked twirling around her computer stool. “Yeah, it amazing. What is it?” “Hunting knife to the skull” “What you got for me, Abs?” Gibbs asked barging into the lab holding a Caf-Pow. Abby quickly tried took the large polystyrene cup from Gibbs but he withdrew his hand. “Aw, come on Gibbs. Not fair.” “Not until you tell me what you found out.” “ Well, I’m afraid I can’t work out where the bullet came from until I get a…” “How long, Abs?” “Six hours, max” “Not good enough Abs, you got two hours.” “But Gibbs, I’ll never get it done in time. Unless…” “What, Abs?” “McGee, If McGee helped me I could do it in two hours,” She paused, Gibbs stared at her. “Max? Maybe three hours.” Gibbs thought about it. He could spare McGee for a few hours. Abby prayed silently that he would let McGee help. She was bored on her own. She needed someone to keep her mind off of Kate, especially today. Gibbs sighed. “Ok Abs. You can borrow McGee for two hours. No more, and only after he has finished the job I send him on.” “Thank you so much!” She hugged Gibbs and turned back to the computer. Gibbs gave a small smile. He left the Caf-Pow on the side of her desk.
The team were gathered in the Bullpen discussing the case. Ziva stood up to explain, she had been working on background for the victim. It was boring tedious work but it had to be done.
“The Victim is called Petty Officer John Dale. He is a Navy office but hasn’t been called on duty for the past five years. He has a three-year-old daughter, Miranda, and a twelve-year-old stepson, Tyler Dale; the boy’s mother didn’t want him so the victim took him. He got a divorce with her a year ago. The girl is his niece Naomi Waters, she has just moved in with him. He worked for a computer company.” Ziva finished. She looked around at the team.
“Any criminal record?” Gibbs asked breaking the ensuing silence.
“Not really, he has a driving ticket and got a caution for throwing a brick into a window.” Gibbs stared at her.
“When he was 14, Gibbs. Does it really matter?” Gibbs stared at her.
“Everything matters, Ziva.” Gibbs started to stalked off. Not before saying that Tony and McGee should check out John Dale’s House. Tony groaned.
“Should I go with them?” Ziva asked, eager at a chance to tease DiNozzo.
“No, you can get a list of all the people who visited the park in the past two days.” Gibbs instructed her and left.
“Great, we have to search a Computer Geeks house. I mean, I’ve seen McGee’s and I do NOT want to repeat that particular experience.”
McGee ignored Tony’s remark and Ziva rolled her eyes. They were always like this. Still, she had no sympathy with McGee. He should not have written about her in his book. Especially that she, what was it? “Wanted to make love with Agent Tommy (Tony) on the crystal white shores of her homeland.” She would kill McGee, seriously she would. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tony tried to drive up the extremely steep hill. He hadn’t expected the Geek to live up a mountain, but then he had never heard of a geek in the Navy. The van made a complaining noise and shuddered. He groaned. This van was not made to go up mountains. They turned down a side street and in front of them they saw the house.
It was a smallish wooden house with a large stone chimney. They walked up the rickety wooden steps and opened the door. It was a large single room with a dinning table and a clean neat modern kitchen. The rest of the house wasn’t exactly the neatest. Tony turned around to see a huge new TV with some comfy leather sofas. There were piles of DVDs next to it. Tony recognized them, they were the type of DVDs he liked.
“Pretty impressive set out McGeek, isn’t it?” Tony was impressed. McGee had to suppress a smile. Tony would never admit that it was very close to what he would like his apartment to be like. Except the location, McGee smiled as he remembered Tony flirting very badly with a cute park ranger a while back. Tony had told them that he was a big fan of nature, on the TV. It had been funny to see how fast Tony had run when he saw how hairy her arms had been.
“What you smiling at, Mcflowerpower?” Tony snapped at McGee. He stared around at the house. He walked over to the DVDs.
“Wow, he has all of ‘The Exorcist’ series, I’ve been trying to find the last one for ages! And the whole James Bond series! That is amazing, they cost quite a bit. And he has all the classics, Speed, Speed 2 - Not as good as the first one but still worth a watch…” He spoke really fast with the excitement that only movies could alight in Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. McGee ignored him and checked the back rooms, nothing unusual.
“Do you know what Gibbs wants us to find?” McGee asked Tony.
“Dunno, but seeing as he asked Zee-vah to get a list of people who visit the park I guess a start would be to find his address book. Now, Probie, you have been at NCIS about three years surely you should know what to do by now.” McGee noticed the renewed use of Tony’s favourite nickname for him. People were wrong. Tony was not an idiot. He was actually very intelligent, but any sign of this people saw they just thought was luck. You couldn’t blame them, McGee thought with a small laugh; the words Tony and Intelligence didn’t exactly go together. He wished he was like that – always getting it right without trying - but he just never got it right however much he tried.
McGee went upstairs, it was a small landing with two leather couches and a few desks crammed with computers, bits of computers and magazines. He picked up a few until he found a little black book. He opened it and saw the alphabet in little gold letters on the side of the pages.
Tony had stepped downstairs to the basement. He fumbled for the switch and turned it on. A dim yellow light flickered into existence showing the room. It was a small room with concrete walls. Display cases had been nailed to the wall. He stepped closer to examine. They were packed with every type of sword you could imagine, Medieval, Oriental and many others. He turned and saw a container filled with foils. He heard McGee’s call. He turned, flicked off the light and went to see why McGee called. The door closed behind him with a loud crea
Where is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion's gone away And I don't need no carryin' on
Tony sat at his desk. He was staring at the picture of Kate he kept in his draw. Why did you have to die? Why couldn’t you live? Why didn’t we see sooner that we were made for each over? Why did we have to wait until you were dead to discover it? Questions whirled around Tony’s head. Questions that he knew would never be answered. Who was going to answer them? He had only just realised that he had loved Kate. When she had just died it was like he couldn’t believe she was dead. How could she be? How could she never bicker with him again? It just wasn’t possible. Life without Kate? That wasn’t a life. That was a stupid failure of a half-life. He knew better now. Even the kindest, nicest person was liable to get shot and killed. No one could escape the cold clammy clutches of Death. Except Gibbs that is, but Gibbs followed his own rules, not Deaths. It was like he hadn’t realised that when she had just died. He tried to deal with it how he normally did, ignore it and think it never happened. It hadn’t worked with Kate. Kate was not a normal person. She had meant a lot more to him then any normal person.
You stand in the line just to hit a new low You're faking a smile with the coffee you go You tell me your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces every time And I don't need no carryin' on
Gibbs sat at his desk sipping his morning coffee. The team were scurrying around doing their bit for the investigation. He wished they had a lead on the case. He was getting tiered of putting on a brave face for the team. It would be better when they had a case to follow. He stood up abruptly and was on his way to Mtac. The Director turned the corner. She smiled but she soon saw that Gibbs wasn’t his normal self. She looked at him puzzled. “You’ve been thinking about Special Agent Caitlin Todd, haven’t you? It has been exactly two years since Ari shot her. I thought your team was going to take it pretty bad. You all think so highly of her.” “How did you know?” Gibbs asked. Sure it was a sign of weakness but he was interested. How did she know? “I’ve always been able to read your mind, Jethro.” Gibbs stared at her. “It has been almost two years since I was made Director, I noticed that your team has been subdued all week.” She paused. Gibbs stared at her again. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve worked with your team a lot, I know when something’s bothering them.”
Because you had a bad day You're taking one down You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know You tell me don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really don't mind You had a bad day You had a bad day
Naomi had certainly had a bad day, or night more accurately. She sighed. She stared at the clock, five in the morning. Two hours until school. School was so pointless, what was the point of putting up a charade? Her life sucked, thank you very much, that was all there was to it. It had sucked for the past two years, ever since… no; she didn’t want to talk about that. She stared at her mangled reflection in the back of a teaspoon; she was so bored and upset. Her eyes were all red from being up crying half the night. She was a wreck. Her hair was a mess and sticking out at odd angles. Funny, how being that upset had made her vain. She normally didn’t give a damm about her appearance; she was teased enough for having a slightly bigger nose then normal. She was sitting at the kitchen table at her and her cousins new ‘Home’, a care home in Washington DC. They had been snatched away from the crime scene faster then they could blink. Tyler had screamed at the people who had had to take them away. She couldn’t blame him. Even she, who had a highly dismal opinion of any Government at the best of times, had been surprised that she and her cousins had been ripped away from their Uncle so soon. He’s dead, she reminded herself for what felt like the millionth time. He’s dead; he will never be there for you to cry to, to complain about school too. Never tell you off for begging money from him, never take you canoeing. Never take you hunting like he said he would. She bust into a fresh wave of tears. Why was that all she could think about? Was she really that selfish? It was strange, she thought, normally she almost never cried. She hadn’t cried in about ten years at a physical injury and TV shows or Books never made her burst into tears. Well, this is very different, she thought with a silent hollow laugh. Very, very different. The fact that her Mother had died hadn’t helped either. People always stared at her as if she was crazy when she spoke about it so casually. She hated herself for treating it so carelessly too. Well, it wasn’t as if she had been surprised, when she had dropped dead of cancer six months ago. Her Mum had been suffering from cancer for years. Her Mum had had it previously three times, once when Naomi was six, once when she was twelve and when she was fifteen, and of course when she had just turned 17. The one that killed her.
Will you need a blue sky holiday? The point is they laugh at what you say And I don't need no carryin' on
Ziva sat typing away at the computer. It was deskwork. Which she hated. The whole team was still in a strange mood. Now that she knew why she still didn’t really understand it. How could anyone be so special that the team went into severe mourning just because she had died two years ago? She cursed herself silently. She had never understood emotions that well. She had been trained to ignore them and her Father hadn’t exactly welcomed having to deal with little six-year-old Ziva David’s problems. She had learned not to show any emotions very quickly. She concentrated on the task at hand. She had to type up all the contacts from the address book that Tony and McGee had brought back from the computer geeks house. She was at the beginning of T and was just about to finish it when one of the names jumped out at her. She may not know much about people but she did have a photographic memory, and this was a name that she was not likely to forget. The name ‘Kate Todd’ was scrawled on one of the entries. “Gibbs, Tony, you might want to see this.”
You had a bad day You're taking one down You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know You tell me don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really don't mind You had a bad day
Naomi dragged herself up to the room that was now hers, however much she detested it. She checked in on her little cousin, Miranda was fast asleep. Naomi wondered what she understood of what had happened. When they had been unceremoniously dragged off the crime scene Miranda had been calling for her ‘Daddy!!’ it had been heartbreaking to watch the sweet little girl be in so much distress. She slipped into her room. It was a plain room with white walls. It was medium sized with a desk and an en suite bathroom. She trudged into the brilliantly clean white of the bathroom, it reminded her depressingly of a hospital. She stood by the mirror; she half expected it to crack. She took a shower enjoying the freezing cold sensation of the water pouring over her. She scrubbed her face so hard that her cheeks turned a raw red colour. She stuck facial moisturiser on using very generous amounts. She applied eyeliner and mascara, no need to look like a tramp at the first day back at her ‘new’ school. It had all been arranged yesterday without discussing it with her. Well, that did seem to be the normal way of doing things around her. Well, what did she expect? She was only a seventeen-year-old girl, what did she know? Or so they thought. Little did they know but she knew a lot more then they gave her credit for.
Sometimes the system goes on the blink And the whole thing turns out wrong You might not make it back and you know That you could be well oh that strong And I'm not wrong
McGee stared at his computer. What was wrong with it? Why wasn’t it working? He ended up hitting it in frustration. Why couldn’t it work faster? He had to find out where that bullet had come from. The picture of the poor girl and her cousin haunted him. Her large blue eyes filled up with large tears, staring, unblinking. It had been strange, as apart from the tears she had shown no emotion. Her face a stone cold mask that he could not even begin to contemplate was thinking and, he couldn’t help thinking, hiding. What secrets could she reveal? But there had also been a flicker of warmth and friendliness that he recognised from somewhere, but where?
So where is the passion when you need it the most Oh you and I You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Naomi started thinking about her Mum. God, I miss you so much, she thought her eyes watering. It had been strange after her Mum and Dad had got a divorce when she was 15, her aunt had just died and left her Mum some money. People always asked her what was it like having a relative that has cancer. The truth was she didn’t know. She had never been there when her Mum had had Cancer. Whenever her Mum had had to have surgery or anything she was sent to live with her Auntie. They had been very close. Her Dad had looked after her when she had been six and when he had left she had been charted off to her Auntie’s. She had gone to school in America when she had been twelve, which had been an interesting experience. When she had been fifteen it had been in the summer holidays. She thought about her Auntie again. Her Auntie had been so kind; she had always been there for anything. She missed her Mum and her Auntie a lot.
Of course, Naomi thought bitterly, the care workers had made it very clear that this was only a temporary solution, as she had been reminded way to many times yesterday. Due to her care workers ‘brilliant idea’, they were going to send her back to the UK, just like a parcel that someone didn’t want, as it was broken or faulty. Their excuse was that, apparently it would make her feel more at home and be able to relax and deal with this dreadful experience. Little did they know it was the place she had been trying to escape from for the past seven years. Not only that, but they were going to send her back to her old school. A nice bit of familiarity for her puzzled and confused mind. The school where everyone hated her. The school where she had no friends. The school where she had come home every night in tears. That was going to help; yeah, it would help a lot.
Cause you had a bad day You're taking one down You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know You tell me don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day You've seen what you like And how does it feel for one more time You had a bad day You had a bad day
Tony stared at the little name in the address book. Kate Todd, this person knew Kate. Somehow this person had known the amazing, brave and intelligent Kate Todd. They had known her well enough to put her name and address in his address book. His gut seemed to tell him to look at the back of the address book. He didn’t know why but then he remembered that he stuck his family tree at the back of his address book. He flipped the page open. A small, greying piece of paper that had been folded many times fell out onto the floor. Gibbs bent down and opened the sheet. It was a family tree just as Tony had suspected it had been. There was the victim with two other brothers and two sisters. One of them was called Kate Todd. There was an Elizabeth Todd. One of the Brothers was called Nathan who had a death date some fifteen years previously. Under Elizabeth Todd was another name, a certain Naomi Waters. The other brother’s name was smeared but you could make out a question mark in the death date column. Why didn’t the victim know if his own brother was alive or dead?