Disclaimers: I do not own NCIS or its characters. They belong to CBS and show creators. I own the characters of Leah Dawson and Daryl Crowley.
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 11, NOT TIVA
A/N: I actually LOVED an episode that GG wrote. I believe, for me, that is a first LOL. If New Orleans is picked up for the fall I might have to give it a shot. Loved Scott Bakula and Lucas Black last night, the female agent might need to grow on me more. And just to show everyone how much a TIVA shipper I am not- I completely missed the whole friends with benefits line last night lol, didn't know about it until the crazies started moaning about it.
Back on track- did someone say they wanted a sequel? Here it is! This is just a small teaser chapter. We're time jumping by a few months here, it takes place about three months after "Heirloom". As always I love to hear your feedback so don't be afraid to review or PM me :)
Comes Falling Down
Weakness and fear, they were not going to help him accomplish his mission. He needed to be strong. He needed to be focused.
Pain only served a purpose to remind him what needed to be done. Months had gone by so he could gather his wits and forge a plan. Revenge never worked if one did not have a plan.
Crouched low to the ground, hidden in dense brush that had just recently grown back in thanks to the warm weather returning to Washington, he lined up his prey. Blissfully unaware of the danger they were in, the MCRT went about their work of bagging and tagging evidence, interviewing witnesses and processing the crime scene. This case would be particularly easy for them. He would know, he'd been watching them at crime scenes for almost two years now.
Not every crime scene. When the time permitted it, when there was a place to hide. Like this rural stretch of highway in Virginia where a Navy Petty Officer had lost control of her car and slammed into a tree—his police blotter had thus informed him. Female victim. Single car. NCIS has been contacted. He knew without a doubt what team it would be that answered and he wasn't disappointed.
He knew them all by name. Supervisory Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo, Special Agent Timothy McGee—Special Agent Ziva David was gone, replaced by Probationary Agent Eleanor Bishop. But that didn't matter. He was never interested in David anyways. It had always been about DiNozzo and McGee, never more, never less. David's absence and Bishop's addition meant very little to him.
Licking his lips he felt the urge to get it over and done with crest inside of him like a wave. He forced it back down. There were too many witnesses, passing motorists that had seen the accident, not too mention all four federal agents and the State Troopers that had stuck around—were armed.
Patience also went hand and hand with revenge. The time had to be right. It was getting closer he could feel it. He'd known this for a while now. They were weak, vulnerable. Suffered immense loss over the last year. Prime for the kill.
Soon, Special Agent Gibbs would know what it was like to have his son ripped away from him. And he would start by targeting the youngest, the one that reminded him so much of his own son—Timothy McGee.