Evil Author Day - 2012 - NCIS
Evil Author Day - NCIS (Remember, these are all WIPs...)
PCIS (Gibbs/DiNozzo)
"All right, Special Agent Gibbs. I will give you one more Psi. But this is your last chance. If you can't keep him, you'll just have to do without," Elizabeth Hayden, Director of the PCIS, stated. "Agent DiNozzo will be in your office at 8 AM Monday morning. Here is a copy of his file," she said, handing over a rather bulky manilla folder.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow at the size, but didn't comment. He knew he was on thin ice. It had taken Director Morrow calling in a personal favor for him to even get this Psi agent. After the last one had left in tears after only half a day, PCIS had blacklisted him, much to the displeasure of his superiors. "Thank you, Director."
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, but Gibbs had managed to keep his tone just this side of sarcastic into blandly neutral. She still wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, but it didn't hurt to try. Agent DiNozzo had already stated that he wished to leave PCIS, and it had taken some persuasion for her to convince him to try one more placement. She watched the NCIS agent leave the room before sinking back into her chair with a sigh. She wasn't sure if she'd just made a perfect match or set in motion something that could blow up in everyone's faces. With both Gibbs and DiNozzo involved, however, she was betting on the latter...
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Fey (Gibbs/DiNozzo)
Kate frowned as the petite blonde strode into the office. There was
something... 'off' about the woman. As the blonde seemed to be heading
straight for Tony's desk, Kate started to rise. No matter what the
woman wanted or what grievance she might have against Tony, Kate knew
her partner was in no condition to deal with it. Not only had he
just recovered from the plague, of all things, but he'd also almost been
blown up earlier in the day. "Can I help you?" she asked, projecting
her voice. The blonde ignored her and continued on until she stood
directly in front of Tony's desk, where said agent had his head down and
appeared to be lightly dozing. Kate caught a glint of metal and then
she was reaching for her gun. "Drop it!" she called out, but she wasn't
quick enough.
Tony twitched as something disturbed his slumber. Blinking groggily, he
was surprised when a sharp pain flared on his arm "Wha...?" he started, and then looked up just in time to watch as a small, pale hand covered the bleeding wound. Immediately, the pain vanished, replaced by a soothing warmth. Moving his gaze upward from the hand, to the arm, to the body attached, his eyes widened in shock. "I know you," he whispered.
"My blood is your blood, my life; your life, and my spirit; your
spirit... my King," Selene pledged, and then her eyes rolled back up into her head as she collapsed.
At her soft spoken words, Tony felt a tingle start where her hand
covered his arm and then it began to spread throughout his body. Words
from long ago echoed in his mind as memories swept through him.
'Selene is my Guardian. She is bound to me, and by extension, to you. When the time comes, Selene will come to you.'
Kate cursed as the woman simply crumpled. "Tony? Are you all right?"
she asked, coming around from her desk. The woman had managed to slash
both Tony and herself before Kate had even drawn her weapon--she was
fast. And how had she managed to enter the building with a knife?
Shaking his head, Tony came out of the daze he had fallen into. Glancing
down at his arm, he noticed that the small wound Selene had given him
had already healed, leaving only a slight scar. In addition, he felt
better than he had in weeks. The exhaustion and just overall feeling of
sickness that had plagued him (ha) since he had almost died from
the Y Pestis had eased, along with the new aches and pains he'd received from the explosion that morning.
"Tony?" Kate prodded as she knelt down to check the woman's pulse. The
knife... dagger? was still clutched in the woman's uninjured hand and
Kate kicked it away.
Blinking, Tony's wide eyes looked at Kate and then moved down to the
fallen woman. "Selene... Kate, call Ducky. Let him know I'm
bringing someone down," he said as he moved quickly around the desk and
scooped the blonde into his arms.
"But..." Kate started to protest, but he was already headed toward the
elevator. Scowling, Kate reached for Tony's phone.
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Wicked (Gibbs/DiNozzo)
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked out as he spied Tony headed his way. "Laser and sketch." Tony nodded his head in understanding, and Gibbs returned to surveying the scene. It wasn't his first crime scene in a graveyard, but it was certainly the strangest he'd seen. He shook his head. Already, he was dreading the stories that Ducky was going to impart to them when he arrived.
With sketch pad in hand, Tony returned to the scene, easily moving around headstones. The first prickling of unease hit him just as he gained sight of the body and the way it had been staged. As he moved closer, a shooting pain went through his head, just behind the eyes, and he winced in reaction. Vague images from his dream flashed too quickly for him to grasp and he gritted his jaw as he struggled to retain his bearings. 'Do the job. Focus on the job,' he thought to himself as he brought the sketch pad up and forced himself to study the scene.
*****
Even as the truck drove into the cemetary, Ducky knew this wasn't going to be one of their easier cases. In fact, from the way his nerves were tingling, it was sure to prove to be one their worst, and he sighed.
"You all right, Dr. Mallard?" Gerald asked, eyeing the older man with concern.
"Yes, yes, just a bit tired, my boy," Ducky assured him. "It's going to be a long day."
Gerald couldn't dispute that, so he simply nodded and returned his attention to finding the crime scene... not that it was difficult. The myriad cars with flashing lights were a dead give-away.
Once the truck had been parked, Ducky moved towards the area that had been cordoned off with police tape. By now, alarm bells were going off, and he reached deep into his trench coat pocket. His fingers met the comforting presence of a heavy sapphire signet ring and almost immediately some of the oppressive atmosphere of the area decreased. It had been some time since he had encountered such negativity, and he had rather hoped not to experience its like again. He smoothly slipped the ring on and continued on his way.
He was almost to the body when he noticed that Tony was hunched over his sketch pad, swaying a bit on his feet. "Anthony?" he called out. When he didn't receive a response, he moved closer. Clasping the younger man on the shoulder, he tried again. "Anthony?"
"Du... Ducky?" Tony stammered. His headache had only increased and now it had been joined by nausea. Swallowing hard, he tried to focus on the worried medical examiner.
After one look at Tony's face, Ducky brought up his other hand, the one with the ring, and placed it on Tony's other shoulder. "Anthony, listen to me very carefully. Can you do that?" he asked, holding Tony's gaze.
Tony nodded slowly. The nausea had tapered off a bit, and Ducky's steadying hands helped hold him in place.
"That's good. Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath," Ducky instructed. He waited as Tony complied. "Very good. Let it out and take another. Try to relax and simply breathe." As Tony did so, Ducky glanced around, checking to see if anyone was taking notice of them. Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on the body and the scene, rather than what was happening on the periphery. With quick, subtle movements, he wove a simple warding around the young man with his ringed hand, the other remaining on Tony's shoulder. He nodded in satisfaction as some color came back into the younger agent's face. "Better?"
"Yeah," Tony replied, amazed.
"Good. Now, open your eyes."
Blinking a bit, Tony did so. He still had a slight headache, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been. "Thanks, Ducky," he said.
"It was my pleasure. Once you've finished with those sketches, however, I want you to eat something. That will help," Ducky said, glancing down at the sketch pad. His eyes widened as he saw what Tony had drawn. "On second thought, I believe it would be best if you returned to the truck for some water and an energy bar right now," he said, slipping the pad out of Tony's loose grip. "Then you can come back and finish."
"But Gibbs..." Tony started to protest.
"I'll handle Jethro. You do as I say," Ducky admonished, shaking his finger at Tony for emphasis. "Doctor's orders."
Biting his lip, Tony looked past Ducky to see Gibbs still taking photos. His boss was not a patient man, but he expected the best from his people. And, Tony had to admit, he definitely hadn't been at his best as he had made the preliminary sketches. If Ducky thought food and water would help, then he'd better do as the ME suggested. "All right. I'll grab a quick bite and be right back," he agreed reluctantly.
Ducky favored him with a smile. "A wise decision. I'll hold this for you," he said, as Tony made to take back the sketch pad.
"OK... Do you need anything else from the truck, since I'm going back?" he asked.
"Bring an extra water and bar for Jethro when you come back," Ducky suggested.
"Gotcha." With a smile of his own, Tony turned and loped easily back to the truck.
Tucking the sketchpad under his arm, Ducky finally made his way to the body. Not for the first time, he wished that he had access to a Hunting Lodge such as the one he had been a part of while he lived in the British Isles. Ah well, he'd just have to muddle through as best he could.
Gibbs met him with narrowed eyes. "Where's DiNozzo going?" he growled.
"I sent him back to the truck to get something for me," Ducky replied smoothly. He gave Gibbs a quick once over and was unsurprised to discover some of the same signs he'd read in Tony. With Gibbs' naturally strong shields, however, the effect wasn't nearly as pronounced, even though Gibbs had been in close proximity to the negative energy and for a much longer period. Tony, on the other hand, had been wide open. Suppressing a sigh, Ducky knelt down and got to work. He not only needed to perform his usual duties in regards to the body, but also the duties that transcended those visible on this plane of existence. The person or persons that had perpetrated this vile act had not even bothered to ground the energies that they had raised during the ritual. Shaking his head at such sloppiness on top of turpitude, Ducky forced himself to concentrate on the tasks at hand.
"Can you give me a time of death?" Gibbs asked, a bit surprised at how quiet Ducky had been so far.
"Patience, Jethro. These things take time," Ducky stated. Realizing that he wouldn't be able to perform the necessary procedures to dispel the negative energy with Gibbs hovering nearby, Ducky launched into a detailed anecdote regarding the use of human sacrifices by the Celtic Druids. Inwardly smirking, he continued on with his story as not only Gibbs, but also Gerald and some of the lingering police officers began edging away. "It's very interesting to note that the various gods required their sacrifices to be killed in different ways. For instance, offerings for Taranis were to be immolated, while those for Teutates had to be drowned..."
PCIS (Gibbs/DiNozzo)
"All right, Special Agent Gibbs. I will give you one more Psi. But this is your last chance. If you can't keep him, you'll just have to do without," Elizabeth Hayden, Director of the PCIS, stated. "Agent DiNozzo will be in your office at 8 AM Monday morning. Here is a copy of his file," she said, handing over a rather bulky manilla folder.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow at the size, but didn't comment. He knew he was on thin ice. It had taken Director Morrow calling in a personal favor for him to even get this Psi agent. After the last one had left in tears after only half a day, PCIS had blacklisted him, much to the displeasure of his superiors. "Thank you, Director."
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, but Gibbs had managed to keep his tone just this side of sarcastic into blandly neutral. She still wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, but it didn't hurt to try. Agent DiNozzo had already stated that he wished to leave PCIS, and it had taken some persuasion for her to convince him to try one more placement. She watched the NCIS agent leave the room before sinking back into her chair with a sigh. She wasn't sure if she'd just made a perfect match or set in motion something that could blow up in everyone's faces. With both Gibbs and DiNozzo involved, however, she was betting on the latter...
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Fey (Gibbs/DiNozzo)
Kate frowned as the petite blonde strode into the office. There was
something... 'off' about the woman. As the blonde seemed to be heading
straight for Tony's desk, Kate started to rise. No matter what the
woman wanted or what grievance she might have against Tony, Kate knew
her partner was in no condition to deal with it. Not only had he
just recovered from the plague, of all things, but he'd also almost been
blown up earlier in the day. "Can I help you?" she asked, projecting
her voice. The blonde ignored her and continued on until she stood
directly in front of Tony's desk, where said agent had his head down and
appeared to be lightly dozing. Kate caught a glint of metal and then
she was reaching for her gun. "Drop it!" she called out, but she wasn't
quick enough.
Tony twitched as something disturbed his slumber. Blinking groggily, he
was surprised when a sharp pain flared on his arm "Wha...?" he started, and then looked up just in time to watch as a small, pale hand covered the bleeding wound. Immediately, the pain vanished, replaced by a soothing warmth. Moving his gaze upward from the hand, to the arm, to the body attached, his eyes widened in shock. "I know you," he whispered.
"My blood is your blood, my life; your life, and my spirit; your
spirit... my King," Selene pledged, and then her eyes rolled back up into her head as she collapsed.
At her soft spoken words, Tony felt a tingle start where her hand
covered his arm and then it began to spread throughout his body. Words
from long ago echoed in his mind as memories swept through him.
'Selene is my Guardian. She is bound to me, and by extension, to you. When the time comes, Selene will come to you.'
Kate cursed as the woman simply crumpled. "Tony? Are you all right?"
she asked, coming around from her desk. The woman had managed to slash
both Tony and herself before Kate had even drawn her weapon--she was
fast. And how had she managed to enter the building with a knife?
Shaking his head, Tony came out of the daze he had fallen into. Glancing
down at his arm, he noticed that the small wound Selene had given him
had already healed, leaving only a slight scar. In addition, he felt
better than he had in weeks. The exhaustion and just overall feeling of
sickness that had plagued him (ha) since he had almost died from
the Y Pestis had eased, along with the new aches and pains he'd received from the explosion that morning.
"Tony?" Kate prodded as she knelt down to check the woman's pulse. The
knife... dagger? was still clutched in the woman's uninjured hand and
Kate kicked it away.
Blinking, Tony's wide eyes looked at Kate and then moved down to the
fallen woman. "Selene... Kate, call Ducky. Let him know I'm
bringing someone down," he said as he moved quickly around the desk and
scooped the blonde into his arms.
"But..." Kate started to protest, but he was already headed toward the
elevator. Scowling, Kate reached for Tony's phone.
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Wicked (Gibbs/DiNozzo)
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked out as he spied Tony headed his way. "Laser and sketch." Tony nodded his head in understanding, and Gibbs returned to surveying the scene. It wasn't his first crime scene in a graveyard, but it was certainly the strangest he'd seen. He shook his head. Already, he was dreading the stories that Ducky was going to impart to them when he arrived.
With sketch pad in hand, Tony returned to the scene, easily moving around headstones. The first prickling of unease hit him just as he gained sight of the body and the way it had been staged. As he moved closer, a shooting pain went through his head, just behind the eyes, and he winced in reaction. Vague images from his dream flashed too quickly for him to grasp and he gritted his jaw as he struggled to retain his bearings. 'Do the job. Focus on the job,' he thought to himself as he brought the sketch pad up and forced himself to study the scene.
*****
Even as the truck drove into the cemetary, Ducky knew this wasn't going to be one of their easier cases. In fact, from the way his nerves were tingling, it was sure to prove to be one their worst, and he sighed.
"You all right, Dr. Mallard?" Gerald asked, eyeing the older man with concern.
"Yes, yes, just a bit tired, my boy," Ducky assured him. "It's going to be a long day."
Gerald couldn't dispute that, so he simply nodded and returned his attention to finding the crime scene... not that it was difficult. The myriad cars with flashing lights were a dead give-away.
Once the truck had been parked, Ducky moved towards the area that had been cordoned off with police tape. By now, alarm bells were going off, and he reached deep into his trench coat pocket. His fingers met the comforting presence of a heavy sapphire signet ring and almost immediately some of the oppressive atmosphere of the area decreased. It had been some time since he had encountered such negativity, and he had rather hoped not to experience its like again. He smoothly slipped the ring on and continued on his way.
He was almost to the body when he noticed that Tony was hunched over his sketch pad, swaying a bit on his feet. "Anthony?" he called out. When he didn't receive a response, he moved closer. Clasping the younger man on the shoulder, he tried again. "Anthony?"
"Du... Ducky?" Tony stammered. His headache had only increased and now it had been joined by nausea. Swallowing hard, he tried to focus on the worried medical examiner.
After one look at Tony's face, Ducky brought up his other hand, the one with the ring, and placed it on Tony's other shoulder. "Anthony, listen to me very carefully. Can you do that?" he asked, holding Tony's gaze.
Tony nodded slowly. The nausea had tapered off a bit, and Ducky's steadying hands helped hold him in place.
"That's good. Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath," Ducky instructed. He waited as Tony complied. "Very good. Let it out and take another. Try to relax and simply breathe." As Tony did so, Ducky glanced around, checking to see if anyone was taking notice of them. Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on the body and the scene, rather than what was happening on the periphery. With quick, subtle movements, he wove a simple warding around the young man with his ringed hand, the other remaining on Tony's shoulder. He nodded in satisfaction as some color came back into the younger agent's face. "Better?"
"Yeah," Tony replied, amazed.
"Good. Now, open your eyes."
Blinking a bit, Tony did so. He still had a slight headache, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been. "Thanks, Ducky," he said.
"It was my pleasure. Once you've finished with those sketches, however, I want you to eat something. That will help," Ducky said, glancing down at the sketch pad. His eyes widened as he saw what Tony had drawn. "On second thought, I believe it would be best if you returned to the truck for some water and an energy bar right now," he said, slipping the pad out of Tony's loose grip. "Then you can come back and finish."
"But Gibbs..." Tony started to protest.
"I'll handle Jethro. You do as I say," Ducky admonished, shaking his finger at Tony for emphasis. "Doctor's orders."
Biting his lip, Tony looked past Ducky to see Gibbs still taking photos. His boss was not a patient man, but he expected the best from his people. And, Tony had to admit, he definitely hadn't been at his best as he had made the preliminary sketches. If Ducky thought food and water would help, then he'd better do as the ME suggested. "All right. I'll grab a quick bite and be right back," he agreed reluctantly.
Ducky favored him with a smile. "A wise decision. I'll hold this for you," he said, as Tony made to take back the sketch pad.
"OK... Do you need anything else from the truck, since I'm going back?" he asked.
"Bring an extra water and bar for Jethro when you come back," Ducky suggested.
"Gotcha." With a smile of his own, Tony turned and loped easily back to the truck.
Tucking the sketchpad under his arm, Ducky finally made his way to the body. Not for the first time, he wished that he had access to a Hunting Lodge such as the one he had been a part of while he lived in the British Isles. Ah well, he'd just have to muddle through as best he could.
Gibbs met him with narrowed eyes. "Where's DiNozzo going?" he growled.
"I sent him back to the truck to get something for me," Ducky replied smoothly. He gave Gibbs a quick once over and was unsurprised to discover some of the same signs he'd read in Tony. With Gibbs' naturally strong shields, however, the effect wasn't nearly as pronounced, even though Gibbs had been in close proximity to the negative energy and for a much longer period. Tony, on the other hand, had been wide open. Suppressing a sigh, Ducky knelt down and got to work. He not only needed to perform his usual duties in regards to the body, but also the duties that transcended those visible on this plane of existence. The person or persons that had perpetrated this vile act had not even bothered to ground the energies that they had raised during the ritual. Shaking his head at such sloppiness on top of turpitude, Ducky forced himself to concentrate on the tasks at hand.
"Can you give me a time of death?" Gibbs asked, a bit surprised at how quiet Ducky had been so far.
"Patience, Jethro. These things take time," Ducky stated. Realizing that he wouldn't be able to perform the necessary procedures to dispel the negative energy with Gibbs hovering nearby, Ducky launched into a detailed anecdote regarding the use of human sacrifices by the Celtic Druids. Inwardly smirking, he continued on with his story as not only Gibbs, but also Gerald and some of the lingering police officers began edging away. "It's very interesting to note that the various gods required their sacrifices to be killed in different ways. For instance, offerings for Taranis were to be immolated, while those for Teutates had to be drowned..."