Day 24 - Someone To Watch Over Him
Title: Someone To Watch Over Him
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: NCIS
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Sometimes things go wrong.
Word Count: 1000
Author's Note: Season 11 NCIS - yes, with Bishop. I'm expanding my horizons.
“Think he’ll make it?” Tony asked, watching as the air ambulance lifted away with the vic who had surprised the hell out of them by despite all appearances still being alive. He was the only one, though.
Three others were dead, all teenage girls. Whoever had done this to them had been a vicious SOB, and Tony was really, really hoping the asshole was stupid enough to raise a weapon when they finally found him. This was one he wouldn’t mind filing the paperwork required in the death of a suspect on. He suspected Gibbs was actually looking forward to it.
The girls’ bodies looked like they’d been mauled to death by an animal, and the guy who’d just been coptered to the nearest level 1 trauma ward wasn’t much better off. He’d had a death grip on the fire ax in his hands, which was probably what had driven his attacker off.
The entire scene was covered in some kind of slime that Abby would no doubt have a field day with- sadly, it was going to be the only part of this scene she would enjoy. Their victims were all no ID, and they hadn’t gotten fingerprint hits on any of them.
The sailor who had called the incident in was also being treated for shock. There was some question of whether or not he’d been on drugs- his confused statements about what he’d seen couldn’t be taken seriously. Not unless demons were real, and last Tony had checked, they weren’t.
“It’s harsh, but it might be kinder if he doesn’t,” Bishop said. “Did you see his injuries?”
She looked shaken, but Tony figured that was to be expected- one of the victims had looked enough like her to be her kid sister.
“Cut the chatter,” Gibbs ordered. “DiNozzo, you have those DNA swabs? Get them to Abby ASAP- I want to know who those girls are, and who our living vic is. Tell her to start with missing children for the girls.”
“And the guy, boss?”
“Might be a good Samaritan,” McGee suggested. “Those basement windows weren’t entirely blacked out. If he was passing by and happened to see something- the door was kicked in.”
“Yeah, McGee, but then why didn’t he show up on the fingerprint scan?” Tony responded. “AFIS should have recognized a service member. A random civilian shouldn’t be just ‘passing by’ housing on base. And how much could he have spotted with only one eye?”
“DiNozzo, why are you still here?”
“Abby, boss. Got it.”
---
When Xander woke up he knew he had to be in a hospital. Also, 'woke up' might be an overstatement- became aware that he still existed in the world would be more accurate. He definitely would not categorize his current state as ‘awake’.
The potent mind-dulling haze of painkillers he currently found himself in was something the Council medical staff would never allow. Too dangerous. The witches on staff would have worked their magic to block key pain receptors without leaving his mind all fuzzy and his body apparently only halfway connected to it.
He hated painkillers. Especially whatever he was on this time. Given the choice, he’d rather have just dealt with the pain. Right now, it felt like all his impulses were being processed through a filter of frozen molasses. He could see and hear just fine, but responding was taking for freaking ever.
Which meant it might be hours before he got an answer to why the Goth chick radiating a welter of emotions was hovering over him. She’d started talking as soon as he’d come around, but it seemed to be mostly high-speed babble that would give even teenage Willow at her worst a run for her money. And unfortunately, his interesting visitor was not the priority. There was something that needed to happen as soon as he could manage talking.
If he was in a hospital, it meant he had been the last man standing. Even if the girls had been badly injured, they should have bounced back to consciousness before he could. They would have reported in. If that had happened, he would not be in his current opiate-addled state. Buffy and Willow had to know, ASAP.
Sounds were evidently happening, because the dark haired girl was leaning over him in concern, trying to make out what he was saying.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t understand that. Can you say it again?” she asked, making it sound like she knew how incredibly important it was.
“Emergency contact,” Xander managed to get out, feeling like he was running a marathon just to make his mouth form words.
“They couldn’t find your phone at the scene. Do you want me to call someone?” she asked, her eyes huge.
“Yes… please… one… eight… ”
God, he was so slow, he was annoying himself. Also, he was starting to worry he was going to zonk out again before he finished the phone number.
As he drifted back off into the haze, Xander hoped Willow came to get him quick. He might not be as extreme about it as Buffy or Faith, but he really didn’t like hospitals. He liked them even less when there was no one he could trust there to watch his back.
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“Where’s Abby?” Gibbs barked in irritation. “She’s not in her lab. She said she had something for me on our victim.”
“That’s odd, she told me there was something urgent she had to take care of,” McGee replied. “She got an ID on one of our victims?”
“The one who’s still alive. She said she’d found a DNA match,” Gibbs said.
“Let me see what I can pull up,” McGee murmured, inputting commands on his keyboard. “Pulling up the casefile. Uh-oh. Boss, you’re not going to like this. She didn’t find an ID, just a DNA match.”
“To who?” Gibbs barked.
“To herself,” McGee replied. “According to her DNA analysis, the guy in the hospital is Abby’s biological brother.”
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: NCIS
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Sometimes things go wrong.
Word Count: 1000
Author's Note: Season 11 NCIS - yes, with Bishop. I'm expanding my horizons.
“Think he’ll make it?” Tony asked, watching as the air ambulance lifted away with the vic who had surprised the hell out of them by despite all appearances still being alive. He was the only one, though.
Three others were dead, all teenage girls. Whoever had done this to them had been a vicious SOB, and Tony was really, really hoping the asshole was stupid enough to raise a weapon when they finally found him. This was one he wouldn’t mind filing the paperwork required in the death of a suspect on. He suspected Gibbs was actually looking forward to it.
The girls’ bodies looked like they’d been mauled to death by an animal, and the guy who’d just been coptered to the nearest level 1 trauma ward wasn’t much better off. He’d had a death grip on the fire ax in his hands, which was probably what had driven his attacker off.
The entire scene was covered in some kind of slime that Abby would no doubt have a field day with- sadly, it was going to be the only part of this scene she would enjoy. Their victims were all no ID, and they hadn’t gotten fingerprint hits on any of them.
The sailor who had called the incident in was also being treated for shock. There was some question of whether or not he’d been on drugs- his confused statements about what he’d seen couldn’t be taken seriously. Not unless demons were real, and last Tony had checked, they weren’t.
“It’s harsh, but it might be kinder if he doesn’t,” Bishop said. “Did you see his injuries?”
She looked shaken, but Tony figured that was to be expected- one of the victims had looked enough like her to be her kid sister.
“Cut the chatter,” Gibbs ordered. “DiNozzo, you have those DNA swabs? Get them to Abby ASAP- I want to know who those girls are, and who our living vic is. Tell her to start with missing children for the girls.”
“And the guy, boss?”
“Might be a good Samaritan,” McGee suggested. “Those basement windows weren’t entirely blacked out. If he was passing by and happened to see something- the door was kicked in.”
“Yeah, McGee, but then why didn’t he show up on the fingerprint scan?” Tony responded. “AFIS should have recognized a service member. A random civilian shouldn’t be just ‘passing by’ housing on base. And how much could he have spotted with only one eye?”
“DiNozzo, why are you still here?”
“Abby, boss. Got it.”
---
When Xander woke up he knew he had to be in a hospital. Also, 'woke up' might be an overstatement- became aware that he still existed in the world would be more accurate. He definitely would not categorize his current state as ‘awake’.
The potent mind-dulling haze of painkillers he currently found himself in was something the Council medical staff would never allow. Too dangerous. The witches on staff would have worked their magic to block key pain receptors without leaving his mind all fuzzy and his body apparently only halfway connected to it.
He hated painkillers. Especially whatever he was on this time. Given the choice, he’d rather have just dealt with the pain. Right now, it felt like all his impulses were being processed through a filter of frozen molasses. He could see and hear just fine, but responding was taking for freaking ever.
Which meant it might be hours before he got an answer to why the Goth chick radiating a welter of emotions was hovering over him. She’d started talking as soon as he’d come around, but it seemed to be mostly high-speed babble that would give even teenage Willow at her worst a run for her money. And unfortunately, his interesting visitor was not the priority. There was something that needed to happen as soon as he could manage talking.
If he was in a hospital, it meant he had been the last man standing. Even if the girls had been badly injured, they should have bounced back to consciousness before he could. They would have reported in. If that had happened, he would not be in his current opiate-addled state. Buffy and Willow had to know, ASAP.
Sounds were evidently happening, because the dark haired girl was leaning over him in concern, trying to make out what he was saying.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t understand that. Can you say it again?” she asked, making it sound like she knew how incredibly important it was.
“Emergency contact,” Xander managed to get out, feeling like he was running a marathon just to make his mouth form words.
“They couldn’t find your phone at the scene. Do you want me to call someone?” she asked, her eyes huge.
“Yes… please… one… eight… ”
God, he was so slow, he was annoying himself. Also, he was starting to worry he was going to zonk out again before he finished the phone number.
As he drifted back off into the haze, Xander hoped Willow came to get him quick. He might not be as extreme about it as Buffy or Faith, but he really didn’t like hospitals. He liked them even less when there was no one he could trust there to watch his back.
---
“Where’s Abby?” Gibbs barked in irritation. “She’s not in her lab. She said she had something for me on our victim.”
“That’s odd, she told me there was something urgent she had to take care of,” McGee replied. “She got an ID on one of our victims?”
“The one who’s still alive. She said she’d found a DNA match,” Gibbs said.
“Let me see what I can pull up,” McGee murmured, inputting commands on his keyboard. “Pulling up the casefile. Uh-oh. Boss, you’re not going to like this. She didn’t find an ID, just a DNA match.”
“To who?” Gibbs barked.
“To herself,” McGee replied. “According to her DNA analysis, the guy in the hospital is Abby’s biological brother.”