Trooper Station: Gibbs's Office - Thursday afternoon...
"That's it!"
Monsters. It had to be monsters.
Gibbs slammed the phone down and dug out a dusty binder from his desk that was labeled "Dale Cooper's FPD Protocols".
A few phone calls and twenty minutes later Gibbs was joined in his office by two other young men.
"All right," Gibbs growled. "Right now we're dealing with a situation involving fog that makes people hallucinate and monsters roaming the island. And while our troopers might be able to handle the general issues, right now I need two people who can handle the weirdness and take action. Think you two can handle that?"
Gunn leaned back in his chair and grinned. "Does this mean I'm a cop now?"
"No," Gibbs snapped back. "Any other stupid questions?"
"Where do we begin?" Worf asked stiffly. "And how do we eliminate the threat."
Gibbs stood up and gave the two students a serious look. "We start with a hard target search of the island. Probably starting with the abandoned buildings and work up from there."
"Hard target search," Gunn chuckled. "You sure that's going to work? I thought kind of thing only existed in movies."
"Oh, it would work," chirped a voice from the doorway of Gibbs's office. "Normally. But for you three that's not really going to happen."
Gibbs turned to look at the girl standing there. And glared. It was his thing. "And you know this because...?"
"I'm Layla Miller," she replied frankly. "I know stuff."
"So... you know what's causing this all to happen and how to stop it?" Gunn asked dubiously.
Layla just shrugged. "Would it make a difference?"
"Of course it would!" Worf snapped. "We could stop the menace before any harm was done!"
"Maaaaaay-beeee," Layla said in a sing-song fashion. "But not so much with the three of you."
"Oh?" Gibbs said in a no-nonsense kind of tone. "And why is that?"
"Well," Layla began...
Just then there was a flash of light in the room.
"That would be the reason why."
//No!// Worf the kitten mewed. //Not again! No! This can't be happening!//
//What the hell?// Gunn the jaguar growled. //I'm a cat?//
//I'm a cat,// Worf/Kitty mrr-rowled. //You are clearly not a cat//
//Dude, I'm like a panther!// Gunn/Jaguar replied as he stared at his claws. //This is kind of cool!//
//I assure you it is not,// Worf/Kitty snapped back.
//Maybe because I'm all big and powerful and you're just a ball of fur,// Gunn snapped back. //Go eat your friskies, okay puddy-tat?//
//I'm not a puddy. Or a tat,// Worf snarled in a kitty-like way. //I'm a warrior!//
//You use the litter box!//
//Enough!// Gibbs the German Shepherd barked. //Or I'll smack the both of you!//
"I'll leave you three to work this out," Layla called out as she headed out the door. "You three have fun!"
//Sure you don't want to take the pussy cat with you?// Gunn growled back playfully.
//Do not call me that! Ever!//
//Go play with a scratching post.//
Gibbs sighed and laid his muzzle down on his paws. //I hate this island.//
Twenty minutes later Ralph made a note in the logs about having to chase animals out of the office along with a note about how a dog slapped him in the back of his head.
[OOC: NFI. Mostly due to my continuing unavailability and the family members who just WON'T LEAVE. OOC okay. Woof.
ETA: Also happened before this]
Monsters. It had to be monsters.
Gibbs slammed the phone down and dug out a dusty binder from his desk that was labeled "Dale Cooper's FPD Protocols".
A few phone calls and twenty minutes later Gibbs was joined in his office by two other young men.
"All right," Gibbs growled. "Right now we're dealing with a situation involving fog that makes people hallucinate and monsters roaming the island. And while our troopers might be able to handle the general issues, right now I need two people who can handle the weirdness and take action. Think you two can handle that?"
Gunn leaned back in his chair and grinned. "Does this mean I'm a cop now?"
"No," Gibbs snapped back. "Any other stupid questions?"
"Where do we begin?" Worf asked stiffly. "And how do we eliminate the threat."
Gibbs stood up and gave the two students a serious look. "We start with a hard target search of the island. Probably starting with the abandoned buildings and work up from there."
"Hard target search," Gunn chuckled. "You sure that's going to work? I thought kind of thing only existed in movies."
"Oh, it would work," chirped a voice from the doorway of Gibbs's office. "Normally. But for you three that's not really going to happen."
Gibbs turned to look at the girl standing there. And glared. It was his thing. "And you know this because...?"
"I'm Layla Miller," she replied frankly. "I know stuff."
"So... you know what's causing this all to happen and how to stop it?" Gunn asked dubiously.
Layla just shrugged. "Would it make a difference?"
"Of course it would!" Worf snapped. "We could stop the menace before any harm was done!"
"Maaaaaay-beeee," Layla said in a sing-song fashion. "But not so much with the three of you."
"Oh?" Gibbs said in a no-nonsense kind of tone. "And why is that?"
"Well," Layla began...
Just then there was a flash of light in the room.
"That would be the reason why."
//No!// Worf the kitten mewed. //Not again! No! This can't be happening!//
//What the hell?// Gunn the jaguar growled. //I'm a cat?//
//I'm a cat,// Worf/Kitty mrr-rowled. //You are clearly not a cat//
//Dude, I'm like a panther!// Gunn/Jaguar replied as he stared at his claws. //This is kind of cool!//
//I assure you it is not,// Worf/Kitty snapped back.
//Maybe because I'm all big and powerful and you're just a ball of fur,// Gunn snapped back. //Go eat your friskies, okay puddy-tat?//
//I'm not a puddy. Or a tat,// Worf snarled in a kitty-like way. //I'm a warrior!//
//You use the litter box!//
//Enough!// Gibbs the German Shepherd barked. //Or I'll smack the both of you!//
"I'll leave you three to work this out," Layla called out as she headed out the door. "You three have fun!"
//Sure you don't want to take the pussy cat with you?// Gunn growled back playfully.
//Do not call me that! Ever!//
//Go play with a scratching post.//
Gibbs sighed and laid his muzzle down on his paws. //I hate this island.//
Twenty minutes later Ralph made a note in the logs about having to chase animals out of the office along with a note about how a dog slapped him in the back of his head.
[OOC: NFI. Mostly due to my continuing unavailability and the family members who just WON'T LEAVE. OOC okay. Woof.
ETA: Also happened before this]