It's Raining on My Hero-- An NCIS Fic: Chapter Three
Summary: Five weeks post-Aliyah, Gibbs borrows Agent Cameron Hall from Everett for an assignment. When a domestic dispute at Quantico turns deadly, the team must put aside their differences to crisscross Washington, D.C. in search of a cold blooded killer… before any of the bodies left behind becomes one of their own.
Spoilers: Aliyah/ Truth or Consequence
Disclaimer: I honestly don't own anything in relation to NCIS... I'm just borrowing them for a while, and I promise to return them all when I'm finished... *sigh* even Tony. The NCIS characters belong to DPB, Bellisarius Productions, CBS, and a whole list of people that don't include me. Cameron Hall, Jack Winslow, and the San Diego crew belong to me. A big thanks to teenagewitch for giving the original fic a beta, and a thanks to everyone else who looked this over and gave me feedback- you guys rock!
Warning: This fic contains some graphic descriptions of crime scenes.
Chapter Three
When we get to the elevator, Gibbs speaks.
“What did I tell you about him?”
“Don’t let him get to me,” I say, glancing over at him. The doors open and we get on alone. Gibbs hits a number and we start down.
“He’s going through a rough patch. We lost a member of our team a couple of weeks ago.”
“I thought this was a temporary position,” I start.
“She’s not dead, Hall… she’s on hiatus.” I nod. So the absent woman was DiNozzo’s partner.
I ask, “Where are we going?”
“Reacquainting you with my people.” When the elevator stops, we get off and head down the hall towards Autopsy.
“Don’t think they’re busy,” he says as the door swishes open. The room smells of disinfectant and cold metal.
“Does that mean Dr. Mallard is still here?” I ask. He nods, giving me a half smile.
“I think Director Vance is going have to burn the building down to force him out,” he chuckles to me, “Ducky, you busy?” he asks the older man who is sitting with his back to us. The man turns. The fatherly features have changed little in six years, and neither has the friendly smile.
“Jethro! Not too busy, no rest for the weary, I’m afraid.” He looks to me, “Agent Hall… I’m sorry, Cameron,” I offer my hand and he shakes.
“How are you, Ducky?” I smile.
“Busy as always, I’m afraid. What brings you to Washington?”
“I’ve been assigned to Gibbs,” a momentary look of concern crosses the older man’s features and he looks to Gibbs.
“It’s temporary, Duck. Until Ziva can get some things figured out.” A flicker of relief shows in Ducky’s eyes.
“Not that it isn’t nice to see you, my dear…” he turns back to me.
“Of course. It’s hard worrying about some one you care very much about.”
“You are wise beyond your years.”
“I’m not as young as you think I am… but I believe the philosophy is, ‘it’s not the years, it’s the mileage’,” I quip, and he smiles, shaking my hand again.
“It’s very nice to see you again, Cam.”
“It’s good to see you too, Ducky.” Going back the way we came, Gibbs takes me to the next floor up.
When we get off the elevator, he turns to me and puts a finger to his lips. I follow him across the hall and into another lab. Goth-rock music is blaring and twin pigtails in jet black bob along to the rhythm.
“What’ve you got, Abs?!” Gibbs shouts over the music. The girl jumps a mile and swings to face us. Her appearance is shocking. Beneath her white lab coat, she wears a lot of black and a lot of chains. Around her neck is a dog collar, which partially obscures a spider web tattoo.
“Gibbs, you’ve got to start warning me! You’re going to give me a heart attack if you don’t stop sneaking up on me.” She turns to me and locks onto me with sparkling green eyes. A huge, smile spreads across her face, “Hi, Cam! What are you doing here?”
“I’m working with Gibbs.”
“What case?” She asks, confusion playing across her features.
“None yet. I’ve been assigned…” Abby’s grin falters. I can practically hear a record scratch to a stop when her smile disappears. I trail off as she cuts her gaze at Gibbs.
“How could you just replace Ziva, Gibbs? She’s family!” She storms off into her office, and attempts to slam the sliding glass door. Dissatisfied with the feeble results, she opens the door and tries to close it more forcefully. When it bounces open, she closes it hard and locks it.
“Abbs!” Gibbs calls rolling his eyes and crossing to the door. She turns her back.
“Abby, open this goddamned door and talk to me.” He pauses and she doesn’t move, “Hey!” he shouts, smacking the flat of his palm against the glass, causing the lab tech to jump. Inside the office, the Goth turns, tears streaking her face, and starts signing something angrily.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Abby’s pissed,” is all he offers, signing back to her while speaking out loud, “She’s just doing me a favor.”
“Not good enough.” She pouts aloud through the glass. When she turns her back for the second time, I choose to leave. Standing in the hall, I wait for Gibbs. It takes several minutes, and he looks a little rough around the edges. This time, we take the stairs. At the second landing he pauses.
“How’s your first day?” He asks lightly.
“The hate and mistrust make my world go ‘round,” I smart off, catching his eye.
Chapter One / Chapter Two
Spoilers: Aliyah/ Truth or Consequence
Disclaimer: I honestly don't own anything in relation to NCIS... I'm just borrowing them for a while, and I promise to return them all when I'm finished... *sigh* even Tony. The NCIS characters belong to DPB, Bellisarius Productions, CBS, and a whole list of people that don't include me. Cameron Hall, Jack Winslow, and the San Diego crew belong to me. A big thanks to teenagewitch for giving the original fic a beta, and a thanks to everyone else who looked this over and gave me feedback- you guys rock!
Warning: This fic contains some graphic descriptions of crime scenes.
Chapter Three
When we get to the elevator, Gibbs speaks.
“What did I tell you about him?”
“Don’t let him get to me,” I say, glancing over at him. The doors open and we get on alone. Gibbs hits a number and we start down.
“He’s going through a rough patch. We lost a member of our team a couple of weeks ago.”
“I thought this was a temporary position,” I start.
“She’s not dead, Hall… she’s on hiatus.” I nod. So the absent woman was DiNozzo’s partner.
I ask, “Where are we going?”
“Reacquainting you with my people.” When the elevator stops, we get off and head down the hall towards Autopsy.
“Don’t think they’re busy,” he says as the door swishes open. The room smells of disinfectant and cold metal.
“Does that mean Dr. Mallard is still here?” I ask. He nods, giving me a half smile.
“I think Director Vance is going have to burn the building down to force him out,” he chuckles to me, “Ducky, you busy?” he asks the older man who is sitting with his back to us. The man turns. The fatherly features have changed little in six years, and neither has the friendly smile.
“Jethro! Not too busy, no rest for the weary, I’m afraid.” He looks to me, “Agent Hall… I’m sorry, Cameron,” I offer my hand and he shakes.
“How are you, Ducky?” I smile.
“Busy as always, I’m afraid. What brings you to Washington?”
“I’ve been assigned to Gibbs,” a momentary look of concern crosses the older man’s features and he looks to Gibbs.
“It’s temporary, Duck. Until Ziva can get some things figured out.” A flicker of relief shows in Ducky’s eyes.
“Not that it isn’t nice to see you, my dear…” he turns back to me.
“Of course. It’s hard worrying about some one you care very much about.”
“You are wise beyond your years.”
“I’m not as young as you think I am… but I believe the philosophy is, ‘it’s not the years, it’s the mileage’,” I quip, and he smiles, shaking my hand again.
“It’s very nice to see you again, Cam.”
“It’s good to see you too, Ducky.” Going back the way we came, Gibbs takes me to the next floor up.
When we get off the elevator, he turns to me and puts a finger to his lips. I follow him across the hall and into another lab. Goth-rock music is blaring and twin pigtails in jet black bob along to the rhythm.
“What’ve you got, Abs?!” Gibbs shouts over the music. The girl jumps a mile and swings to face us. Her appearance is shocking. Beneath her white lab coat, she wears a lot of black and a lot of chains. Around her neck is a dog collar, which partially obscures a spider web tattoo.
“Gibbs, you’ve got to start warning me! You’re going to give me a heart attack if you don’t stop sneaking up on me.” She turns to me and locks onto me with sparkling green eyes. A huge, smile spreads across her face, “Hi, Cam! What are you doing here?”
“I’m working with Gibbs.”
“What case?” She asks, confusion playing across her features.
“None yet. I’ve been assigned…” Abby’s grin falters. I can practically hear a record scratch to a stop when her smile disappears. I trail off as she cuts her gaze at Gibbs.
“How could you just replace Ziva, Gibbs? She’s family!” She storms off into her office, and attempts to slam the sliding glass door. Dissatisfied with the feeble results, she opens the door and tries to close it more forcefully. When it bounces open, she closes it hard and locks it.
“Abbs!” Gibbs calls rolling his eyes and crossing to the door. She turns her back.
“Abby, open this goddamned door and talk to me.” He pauses and she doesn’t move, “Hey!” he shouts, smacking the flat of his palm against the glass, causing the lab tech to jump. Inside the office, the Goth turns, tears streaking her face, and starts signing something angrily.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Abby’s pissed,” is all he offers, signing back to her while speaking out loud, “She’s just doing me a favor.”
“Not good enough.” She pouts aloud through the glass. When she turns her back for the second time, I choose to leave. Standing in the hall, I wait for Gibbs. It takes several minutes, and he looks a little rough around the edges. This time, we take the stairs. At the second landing he pauses.
“How’s your first day?” He asks lightly.
“The hate and mistrust make my world go ‘round,” I smart off, catching his eye.
Chapter One / Chapter Two