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[isisgirl]

Well here’s my story. I’ve really put some effort into this story so I hope you like it.

Title: Blackout
Author:Isisgirl
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Gen
Pairing/Characters: n/a
Rating: PG13
Summary: A blackout at NCIS headquarters causes problems
Warnings: slight violence in later posts.
Notes: This is a sick and twisted idea that I got after reading a post regarding
Disclaimer – I don’t own NCIS or any of it’s characters.

Tony’s eyes flicked up from the game he was playing on his cell phone. He played the game so much when he should be working, that he didn’t even need to look. It was probably better that way so he could always hide his cell before Gibbs caught him in the act. He eyed his co-worker Ziva thoughtfully before speaking.
“You know what film this case reminded me of?” Ziva sighed and met Tony’s eyes with her own.
“Tony can’t you see I’m working here?” She was met with blank eyes.
“Probie!” Tony shouted sharply. The younger agent looked up from his own computer. “You know what film this case reminded me of?” After getting this question after every case they solved, McGee wasn’t fazed by it. Almost automatically, McGee dropped his head back to his computer screen and answered the senior field agent resignedly.
“What film Tony?”
“Entrapment” Tony replied dramatically, his eyebrows waggling and his eyes glinting audaciously. McGee frowned and turned to Tony.
“The case was nothing like Entrapment”
“Yeah but that Petty Officer I interviewed? Dead ringer for Catherine Zeta Jones” Tony sighed at the thought of both the actress and the look-alike as McGee and Ziva rolled their eyes simultaneously. Ziva leaned over her desk and spoke softly to Tony.
“Is sex all you think about Tony?” Her exotic voice adding a taste of sauce to the question
“Of course not” He answered as if it was obvious “Sometimes I think about my mustang,” He added a second later. He smiled widely at Ziva’s second eye roll.
“DiNozzo!” A louder, rough voice interrupted their banter, causing Tony to slam his cell phone shut and sit up straight. “Stop thinking about that stupid car of yours and get back to work!” Their ex-marine boss descended the stairs and strode round the corner into the bullpen with precision and a large cup of Starbucks coffee in one hand.
“Yes Boss” Tony replied obediently. He dropped his head and began typing furiously. He was saved from one of Gibbs’ glares and Ziva’s pleased look at his reprimand when Gibbs’ desk phone rang.
“Gibbs” He answered curtly. Any who knew him knew that that was about as polite as he got. The rest of the team watched covertly as their boss listened to the person on the other side. “Okay, we’ll have him up in five minutes” Gibbs slammed the phone down. “The prison van is here for Harker, McGee, go up to the garage and wait with the van, DiNozzo, escort Harker from the cells to the garage and Ziva?” Ziva perked up at her name. “Finish your report” She nodded, slightly bothered that the wasn’t given anything active to do. She abhorred writing the reports but she also knew that it’s didn’t take three of them to escort one handcuffed man from the cells to the elevator. Gibbs received two “On it Boss” from McGee and DiNozzo and watched them as they left quickly to fulfil their orders. “I’ll be in MTAC” He told Ziva before pushing back his chair and leaving Ziva alone in the large squad room.

Tony and McGee stopped at the elevator.
“Probie? What do you think you’re doing?” McGee looked at his confused.
“Getting the elevator to the garage”
“But the garage is down”
“Yeah I know” McGee was getting the inkling that this would end up being one of those times where he had to work hard not to strangle Tony.
“The jail cells are up”
“I know that too”
“Meaning-” Tony began raising his eyebrows. “That I’ll be using the elevator and you’ll be using the stairs.” Tony’s eyes looked McGee up and down. “You need the exercise anyway Probie” He patted McGee’s stomach and jumped into the elevator as soon as it arrived. He pressed the button to go down and gave McGee a wave goodbye as the doors shut.
“Ziva gave my butt a four and his a two, Ziva gave my butt a four and his a two” He muttered the mantra to himself as he turned to the stairwell.

next chapter up soon

[isisgirl]

next chapter - hope you are all liking it

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Tony entered the jail cell and easily spotted Michael Harker sitting
desolately on the small, sparse bed. The middle aged man looked up at
the agent.

"You're transport's here," Tony told the criminal coldly. Tony
reached round to the back of his trousers and pulled out the handcuffs
that sat at his belt. "Hands out," he ordered, and waited patiently
for the man to lift his arms out. The handcuff clicked purposefully on
the man's wrists.

"Stand up," Tony spoke with a harshness he saved for the scum he
arrested. He roughly helped Harker to his feet and pushed him out of
the cell. He then marched the prisoner to the elevator and pressed the
button.

"Don't think about trying anything Harker," he told the man, pushing
him into the wall as they waited for the elevator to return to their
floor. A second later, Tony heard the familiar beep and then the doors
slid open. Tony grabbed Harker's bicep tightly and pulled him into the
small square space. The doors slid shut behind them and Tony pressed
the button for the garage. The lift jolted to life, whizzing slowly
upwards. Suddenly, the lift lurched to a halt, nearly tipping Tony and
the prisoner over. The small lift was plunged into darkness, leaving a
blind Agent scrambling to control the blind, panicked prisoner.

*

McGee arrived at the top of the stairs barely out of breath and opened
the fire door that led to the large garage used mainly by Abby, the
lab tech and forensic genius, to examine cars from crime scenes. It
was also used by the Leavenworth prison vans to give them easy access
to the prisoners. The van was already waiting just outside the open
metal double doors. One guard was still sitting in the driver's seat,
while the other was armed and ready at the rear of the vehicle. McGee
waved to them as he approached.

"Special Agent DiNozzo's on his way up with Harker," he told the armed
guard, who nodded sharply. The pair waited at the double doors for any
sign of Tony.

"Any minute now," McGee added. Suddenly, the large room was thrust
into darkness as the few lights that illuminated the garage failed.
The double doors slowly creaked shut, the strength of the doors making
it impossible to stop them from closing completely leaving one guard
and the van on the outside, and McGee and the other heavily-armed
guard stuck in the dark.

*

Ziva watched the interaction between her two co-workers at the
elevator, amused at their behaviour. She shook her head and turned
back to her computer work. She heard the elevator doors shut and the
stairwell door screech open and slam shut again. She watched Gibbs
ascend the staircase and walk the few steps needed to reach the door
to the Multiple Threat Assessment Centre, let the machine scan his eye
and walk through the thick door, through the corner of her eye.

Knowing it would be a while before her team-mates returned, she
enjoyed the peace and quiet, typing her report at a leisurely pace.
Suddenly her computer screen turned black, followed by the squad room.
With it being late evening, there was barely any light coming in from outside. Ziva could barely see her hands in front of her face.

*

Gibbs ascended the stairs without making a sound; he sipped his strong
black coffee and turned towards the MTAC door. He put his right eye in
front of the scanner and waited only a few seconds for the computer to
recognise him and open the door. The room was lit like a cinema.
Lights in the walkway led the way towards the centre of the room where
the computer station sat unmanned. To his right sat Director Jenny
Shepard, sitting in the cinema style chairs watching the newest
operation unfold on one of the large screens on the opposite wall. He
smiled at her concentration, knowing that look once was directed at
him. He took the few steps needed to reach her and sat down in the
adjacent chair.

"Evening, Jethro," Jenny spoke without taking her eyes off the screens.

"Jenn," he replied.

"Harker gone yet?"

"Tony and McGee are escorting him out of here as we speak."

"Good work today," Director Shepard praised her former lover.

"I know," Gibbs answered almost arrogantly. Jenn opened her mouth to
retort, but was interrupted when the screens went blank and the dim
lights turned off completely as if the film was about to start.

[isisgirl]

chapter 3
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"Jethro."

"Yeah?"

"What just happened?" The pair sat motionless in the pitch black room.

"Well, the lights just turned off, Jenn."

"Really? You think?" she replied sarcastically.

"No need to get snippy with me, Jenn." Jenny felt Gibbs stand up beside her.

"Where are you going?" she asked, standing up to join him.

"To get out of here, hopefully the rest of NCIS is still fully lit," he answered, as if it were the most
obvious thing in the world.

"I'd like to see you try and find the door."

"Come on." Gibbs felt for Jenny's hand to lead her towards the door. He was rewarded with a slap to the arm. "What was that for?"

"That was not my hand, Jethro."

Gibbs smiled, glad that Jenny couldn't see how much he was enjoying this. Eventually Gibbs found her hand and pulled her along the walkway, feeling with his free hand where the wall was. Eventually the pair made it to the door. Gibbs could feel the edges of where the hinges sat. He took hold of the door handle and pulled. Nothing happened. He tried again, with no luck.

"The door's stuck."

"Okay, what now?" Jenny asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Can you give me a minute to think?" Gibbs asked, slightly irritated.

"Well seeing as I can't see my watch, you have all the time in the world"

"You're not helping!" Gibbs retorted. He fished out his knife from his trouser pocket and began trying to loosen the screws in the hinges. "Ow!" He yelped when the knife slipped and cut into his hand.

"What? What have you done?" Jenny asked, genuinely concerned. Yes, they had their less stellar moments when they wouldn't agree or Gibbs forgot she was his boss for a second, but she still did care for him, even after all the time that had passed since they last saw each other.

"It's just a cut."

"Let me see."

Gibbs snorted. "And how are you going to do that, Jenn? With your night vision goggles you keep with you at all times?"

"Just give me your hand, Jethro. I could make it an order," she threatened. She heard him sigh, and a second later she felt his hand in front of her. She took hold of it and began feeling for the cut. Without thinking, she pressed hard into the scratch.

"Hey!"

"Sorry." Jenny could feel the blood pouring out of the wound. "I don't think you've done too much damage but we don't have a first aid kit in here."

"I can manage."

"Aww, such a big boy, you sure you don't want me to kiss it better?" She spoke as if talking to a young child.

"We'll save that for later," he replied.

"If you ever get us out of here."

"The door is bolted and the hinges are too stiff to loosen with my knife, so what do you suggest we do?"

Jenny shrugged. "Well?" Jenny pushed past Gibbs and began banging on the door.

"Hey! Anyone there? Hey!"

"Jenn?"

"What!"

"You do realise that door is sound proof?"

"It was worth a try don't you think?"

"The emergency lighting should have come on by now and I don’t know why it hasn’t. Some one will look for us when they realise we're missing. I told Ziva I was here, so it shouldn't be too long."

"You want us to just sit here and wait?" Jenny asked incredulously. She couldn't believe that Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the most impatient man on the planet had just suggested that they sit and wait.

"What do you want me to do, break down that door like the incredible hulk?"

"Incredible hulk?" Jenn queried

"DiNozzo talks too much," Gibbs answered. The pair slid down the wall and sat opposite each other on the carpeted floor.

"What do you wanna do while we wait?" Jenn asked.

"Play I-Spy?"

"This isn't funny, Jethro."

"Do you hear me laughing?"

"The minute I get out of here I'm slapping the back of your head."

"Why wait?"

"Because I can't see where your head is."

"Fair point."

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A post regarding what?

[isisgirl]

My new story - Learning How To Die is now up on fanfic.net -
here's the first chapter to get you interested
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Tony yawned dramatically, stretching his arms out into the air and leaning back in his chair as far as it could go. He sighed satisfactorily and then turned to spy on his co-workers who were trying their best to ignore him. Just another Friday evening he told himself. They’d finished a case a couple of hours ago and it was only the paperwork left. It was already dark outside and Tony was desperate to leave.

“Probie!” Tony cried, making McGee jump in his seat. Tony smiled as McGee looked up with a glare. “Any plans for the weekend?”

“Just the usual,” McGee answered wearily.

“Ah,” Tony sounded, “The Continuing adventures of LJ T1bbs?” Tony questioned in a deep, over the top voice. He leaned his elbow on the desk and dropped his head into his hand. “How’re Tommy and Lisa doing anyway?” McGee didn’t answer and looked back down at his paperwork.

“Zee-vah?” Tony called, knowing Ziva hated it. She also glared as she looked up. “Weekend plans?”

“Yes,” Ziva answered curtly.

Tony rolled his eyes, “And they would be?” He prompted.

“None of your business,” She responded.

“Shopping for food and cleaning your apartment?” He asked.

She looked at him in surprise, “How did you-?” She didn’t finish her sentence.

“I never reveal my sources,” He smiled mysteriously. It was obvious to Tony what Ziva would have planned, when really he needed to do the same. They’d barely been home in a week and the only things he had in his fridge were half a piece of mouldy cheese and a couple of slices of last week’s pizza. She shook her head and looked back down at her desk. Tony coughed loudly for attention, when nothing happened he coughed again.

Ziva sighed and looked up, looking very annoyed, “What!” She snapped.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about my weekend plans?” He pouted and put on his best neglected look.

“Fine,” She sighed, “What are your plans for the weekend?”

“Chrissie,” Tony said excitedly.

Ziva rolled her eyes, “I should have known.”

“I’ll have you know, she’s my golf instructor.”

“You play golf?” Ziva frowned.

“Nope,” Tony shook his head, but didn’t elaborate.

“Okay,” Gibbs spoke as he walked into the squad room, “You’re free to go,” Gibbs told his team. They all relaxed instantly and began tidying up their desks. “If, you’ve finished your reports,” Gibbs added. They groaned and sat back down in their seats as they emailed their reports and printed off a hard copy.

Ziva watched Tony print off his report, “I haven’t seen you do any work all evening! When did you get time to write your report?” She questioned.

“Work smarter, not harder Zee-vah!” It was one of his favorite mottos and one that always served him well. Only Gibbs knew how he managed to get his work done without lifting a finger and he liked it that way. He couldn’t give away all his secrets. “Here ya go boss,” Tony handed his report to him and Gibbs nodded approvingly.

“Go on then, get out of here before I change my mind,” he told the trio.

“Yes!” Tony exclaimed as he rushed to grab his stuff.

“You seem more excited than usual,” McGee raised an eyebrow.

“You would be too if you saw her, Probie,” Tony waggled his own eyebrows suggestively back at McGee.

“How long’s this one going to last?”

“How long’s a golf course?” Tony quipped as he slung his backpack over one shoulder and turned off his desk lamp.

McGee shook his head, “I’m not even going to dignify that remark.”

“Please don’t,” Tony replied. He smiled widely and joined the others by the elevator. They waited in silence for it to arrive and then all stepped inside. McGee pressed the button for the garage. “I do hope you two have fun with your feather dusters and antique typewriters this weekend,” Tony said as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. “And I’ll be content in the knowledge that I’ll be having a better time than both of you.” He began to walk to his car as the others did the same. He stopped and turned to his co-workers, “See you Monday,” He waved goodbye then turned back to his car. His car was at the other end of the parking lot, one of the disadvantages of turning up to work late. He walked silently through the half of the lot. A sound behind him made him spin round, a hand on the gun at his waist. He searched the immediate area but there was nothing. Just his mind playing tricks on him. He sighed, turned back and kept on walking. Pressing the button on his car keys unlocked the car from fifteen feet away and it beeped, the rear lights flashing. He opened the door and climbed in, throwing his backpack on the adjacent seat and slamming the door behind him. He was slotting the key in the ignition when there was a loud bang on the window. Tony jumped in surprise, his head hitting the ceiling. His heart began to race as he spun towards the noise and he sighed in relief when he saw a familiar face. He rolled down the window while he simultaneously rubbed his sore head.

“You trying to give me a heart attack Jenny?” Tony asked, as he tried to breathe. His heart was still racing.

“Glad I can still make someone jump around here, Jethro knows I’m coming from a mile off,” Director Sheppard smirked.

“Is there something you wanted or is jumping out at people in empty parking lot part of your job description?”

Jenny laughed, “There was something I wanted.”

“Yeah?”

“I was coming to check that you were ready for tonight,” She explained.

Tony turned serious, “I’ve been ready all week, Jenny.”

“Okay Tony, just making sure you’re well rested. Tonight’s plans will require all your energy.”

“I know.”

“Do the rest of the team suspect anything?”

“Nope, we have them all fooled.”

“Good, so I’ll see you at nine?”

“On the dot,” Tony confirmed.

“Okay,” She smiled. “See you then.”

Tony nodded. He watched Jenny walk away before starting the car and driving home. He had big plans for tonight and he needed to be prepared.

[isisgirl]

chapter 2 is up on ff.net

www.fanfiction.net/s/3826170/2/Learning_How_To_Die

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Yeah, you're ripping my heart out with it. But I don't believe ___ is really dead.

[isisgirl]

I'm glad you like it ;D chapter 3 is up

www.fanfiction.net/s/3826170/3/Learning_How_To_Die

[isisgirl]

Chapter 6 is up! and you won't want to miss it!!

www.fanfiction.net/s/3826170/6/Learning_How_To_Die

[isisgirl]

I'm double posting so that people who don't want to be spoiled can turned back now!!

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The following oneshot is idea that came from the promo for episode 5x07 Requiem
don't want to be spoiled? don't read!!

[isisgirl]

here it is - again - if you don't want to be spoiled - TURN AWAY NOW!!

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it's a little idea I came up with about what would happen after Tony pulled Gibbs and Maddie from the car - hope you like it.
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Tony pushed the door open slowly, peering around the door before stepping to the room. “Hey,” He called out, making his presence known.

“Finally,” Gibbs groused from his bed. Tony strode over to the bed and handed over the cup of hot coffee. Gibbs took it and began to sip greedily.

“You’re welcome,” Tony spoke, “I had to sweet talk three nurses to get that to you.”

Gibbs looked up at Tony and raised an eyebrow, “I’m sure that wasn’t too hard for you DiNozzo.”

Tony dropped into the nearest seat and smirked, “You’d think so wouldn’t you? One of the nurses was called Steve.”

Gibbs chuckled. “You been to see Maddie?” He asked.

Tony nodded, “She’s down the hall from you.”

“How is she?” Gibbs asked, clearly concerned for the younger woman.

Tony crossed his legs and slumped further into his seat, “Well,” He began, “Her room is filled with flowers, she’s enjoying cable TV and is ignoring all my advances…she’s doing just fine.”

“Good girl.”

Tony looked down at his watch then back up at Gibbs, “Well, I got to go,” he grabbed the chair arms and pushed himself up. “Someone’s got to keep Ziva and McGee out of trouble until you get back.”

“Try not too comfortable in my chair,” Gibbs replied quickly.

Tony rolled his eyes, “Always the comedian.” He turned and walked towards the door.

“Hey Tony,” Gibbs stopped him as Tony’s hand grasped the door handle. Tony turned. “Thank you,” Gibbs nodded. It wasn’t a good job, or a I’m proud of you but it was enough for Tony.

Tony smiled, “Don’t mention it.” He pulled the door open and stepped into the doorway. He stopped again and turned back to Gibbs. “Hey Gibbs?”

“Yeah DiNozzo?”

“You do realise that was an Armani suit I ruined.”

Gibbs rolled his eyes, “Send me the bill.”

Tony smirked, “You bet your ass I’m sending you the bill.” He replied before disappearing out the door.

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Ohhhh! Loved it.

Especially "One of the nurses was called Steve." ROFLOL. And somehow, I don't think it was like Sister Stephanie's nickname on Father Dowling!

Great job. I might now actually be able to last until this ep airs. (Key word...might)

[celestial]

Ahh, lovely. Poor Tony, another ruined suit and a male nurse.

[twiggy]

Great job! How long is it until Tuesday? Someone else mentioned wishing their weekends away, LOL, so I'm glad that it's not just me

[tweeter]

I loved this too!