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NCIS Fanfiction
What's the fuss?I know I keep saying this, but look at these guys (click on thumbnails to see bigger pictures:
From Donald P. Bellisario, an acclaimed producer, comes "NCIS," a hit spin-off of "JAG," that brings us the inner workings of the government agency that investigates all crimes involving Navy and Marine Corps personnel, regardless of rank or position.
NCIS Works In ProgressNCIS WIP #1: The Bench Lady (I'm sure it will end up with a better name. LOL. It's a sequel to Sensing Evil) "I need you to keep it together," Gibbs ordered as they moved to the conference room, Morrow behind them. "No talking about auras or anything like that." "I don't mean to," Tony protested. "I know," Gibbs said. "But, I don't want these guys thinking anything's off about you. They'll have you up in front of a psych panel before we can blink." "I'm not crazy," Tony muttered. "I know you're not, and I know you could probably pass a psych evaluation with flying colors, but I'd just as soon not have it on your record." "Got it," Tony said, straightening his tie. Gibbs could feel Kate and Tim's eyes on them. There'd barely been time for greetings before Morrow was urging them into the conference room. He also got a negative nod from Kate, letting him know they hadn't tracked down Fornell yet. Morrow opened the door, allowing Gibbs to walk in with Tony behind him. He felt Tony's fingers grab at the back of his jacket, almost convulsively, letting Gibbs know right away that there was something wrong with at least one of the two men now getting to their feet. It also told him that he had to figure out a way to keep touching Tony or he'd probably be crawling under the table. "Agent DiNozzo?" Suit 1 said. "I'm Agent McCary, and this is Agent Westerfield." Fortunately, no one wanted to shake hands. "We'd like to ask you some questions," McCary said, with a glance at Gibbs and Morrow. "Alone." "I don't think so," Gibbs said, encouraging Tony to sit. Gibbs sat down next to him and wrapped his ankle around Tony's. Hopefully nobody noticed they were playing footsie under the table. "Is my agent being charged with anything?" Morrow asked. Shaking his head, frowning, as if he were exceedingly annoyed at the fact, McCary said, "No. Not yet." He made it sound a foregone conclusion that the time would arrive. "Then we'll be staying," Morrow said calmly, taking a seat himself. It sort of forced the other two to sit, even if Gibbs was sure they'd rather stand so they could loom in an intimidating way. With what Gibbs had been up against all week, these guys were the last thing he'd be intimidated by. Not that it meant he could relax; Tony was having a hard time looking at McCary, his gaze focused on Westerfield or the wall behind them. He leaned in. "McCary?" he asked almost inaudibly. "It's bad, boss," Tony said back. He swallowed, then again. "So," Gibbs said, allowing his elbow to rest against Tony's, thinking that Tony needed some serious grounding, or he might puke all over the conference table. "What can we do for you?" "We'd like to know how Agent DiNozzo knew about the girl being abducted last week, and what part he played in her entire family being murdered the following day." "Why haven't you interrogated the suspect arrested that night?" Morrow asked. "We have," Westerfield told them. "He said he had nothing to do with the murders. We don't necessarily believe him, but we know he didn't commit them because he was behind bars at the time." "That leads us to believe that he had an accomplice," McCary finished, staring at Tony. NCIS WIP #2: Can't reveal the working title yet. It's a secret!! “Hola,” Franks said. “Franks,” Tony sneered. It had to be Franks. He couldn’t conveniently be dead. Tony guessed it had been too much to hope for. “What’s your assignment here?” “Director’s orders, to observe and report.” “I’ll take it from here, probie.” Tony looked down at Franks’ hand. It was wrapped in gauze and misshapen, his index finger in a box in Abby’s lab. “I can pull the trigger with my thumb,” Franks said. Of course he could, Tony thought. “Gibbs thinks you’re dead.” “He’s thinking wrong.” “Sort of wish he was right,” Tony said. “Whenever you show up, his life seems to go to shit. Why is that?” “Just get yourself back to your safe little office, probie.” “First of all, I’m not your probie. Never have been, never would be. If anyone gets to call me that, it would be Gibbs. Second of all, this is my assignment. I’m not about to just hand it over to you.” Franks held out a phone. “Call Vance.” Tony didn’t want to, but he did. It took a minute, but Vance finally answered. “Vance,” he snapped into the phone. “It’s DiNozzo. I’m here with Franks.” “Good. Thanks for flushing him out. He can take over from here.” “Is that what you sent me down here for?” Tony asked, calmly, pushing the anger aside for the moment. There was a pause. “He just knows the lay of the land better than you do. I thought he was dead, or I would have contacted him.” “Right.” Tony shut the phone, saw that Franks was smiling that smug grin, the one that said that Tony was a nothing, and he’d do well to get out of the way. He had nothing to say to the man. He could have told him that he might want to call Gibbs and let him know he was alive. Tony could try to get some information out of Franks at the expense of his ego. He might even offer to stay and help, but Franks would probably just laugh at him, or maybe just knock him out, the way he had the last time. Tony realized he mostly just didn’t care, didn’t even care enough to punch Franks’ aggravating smirk off his face. He was done with all this bullshit. Tony let out a short mirthless laugh, turned around and walked off.
Plot Bunnies for NCIS
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#1 Sequel to Sensing Evil. I love that Bench Lady. LOL