In protective instinct is a slightly older fanfiction from me. Above all, the Tim and Tony later also at the center, but the story is then again balanced. In this story, Kate is still alive and Ziva and Jen has never been anyone geöhrt something. Age restrictions, I would estimate because of various scenes on FSK 16th
Due to the length of the FF there are only a small excerpt, if interested I will send a text but also happy to.
Greetings
M. Shiva
Part 1 - A Bad surprise
And again began a busy week for the NCIS team, but this time was the start for one of them a little differently than usual. For the Friday had taken an ugly turn, but it knew to have to Special Agent Tim McGee and Director Morrow nobody. A phone call had changed everything, the case worked on the team currently had would be for the young agent unexpected effects that Gibbs will soon notice and the guarantees it would not fall.
It was only 6:00 Clock in the morning, as Agent Gibbs entered the large office. He had more than a bad mood because of the small shop where he always brought his favorite coffee, had closed. In addition, the machine was here in the building is also defective for weeks and his coffee was on strike. With foul mood, he walked over to his desk, drew on his way from his jacket to throw over the back, paused, however, and was surprised in front of his workplace.
stood in the middle of the desk four cups of coffee, his favorite variety, carefully sealed and still hot, as he stated, when he took one. He put his jacket on the chair and then looked around the office, but no one seemed to be out of him since.
Slowly he went, with the coffee cup in his hand about, and looked to see if anyone was staying but not here. Surprised, he stopped in front of Tony's desk stand. Here, too, was something that a white bag and another cup of coffee, between the mountains of raw files, an empty pizza box and other unidentifiable objects. He immediately looked at Kate's place, which was next to that of McGee and here stood a cup of coffee and a light brown bag.
Now, Gibbs turned to the desk of Tim, but there was nothing special. He was about to go back to his seat when he became aware of something. Again he turned to Tim's place and looked closely at the desk. Was this really the place of its agents? He doubted for a moment to yourself, because the place was more than tidy than usual Not that Tim was otherwise disorderly in any way, but this time no unfinished files lay on, it was apparently wiped dust and otherwise was not a blob even a crumb to discover somewhere. Even the pins were well sorted and pencils were sharpened. The desk was more than exemplary cleaned up what was quite unusual even for McGee, especially after last Friday. McGee did not want to take such leave, now that they had to do for the past two weeks with these killer who had murdered in cold blood and now three Marines and their wives. That is something he could easily, even if he had done all the files of the NCIS. Unfortunately they had not the slightest trace, which pointed to the offender. The only thing all three had in common was that their wives were singers. Wife number one was singing in a church choir, friend of victim number two was a singer in a small club and the wife the third party was acting in the theater.
The men seemed to contrast can not be more different. All three had different hair and eye color, were similar physically at all, and knew each other is not in any way. Gibbs had a suspicion that the subject was women, but up to the song, had no connection to each other, and likewise not known. Also, they all looked different. In this case, every man was needed.
No, McGee would get under any circumstances leave, because Gibbs was safe. Probably originated of coffee by him, but the agent asked why then in place of Kate and Tony were also these attentions. The ingratiate with the two he had but not necessary.
The team leader was finally back to his desk and threw the cup in his hand in the trash. The first coffee was empty and there were only three left. The investigators hoped fervently that the coffee shop was opened again later, someone else would have to suffer terribly on that day and was usually then that DiNozzo.
He sat down at his place and beat the record had left, which he simply lie on Friday night. Otherwise, he was the guy who worked through the weekend, after a case was ongoing, but here the thing was different. Not even Abby had found something and work through a second consecutive weekend, wanted to even it its agents do not expect. With these thoughts he had to smile. The faces of his team when he told them that they only have to look again on Monday, had been to shoot. Finally pushed the silver-haired man that thought aside and sighted again until now, all written reports.
Just 6:45 clock opened the elevator door and a cheerful Agent Anthony DiNozzo entered the office. He had enjoyed the weekend and given his current girlfriend his whole attention was thanked for it extensively. The case and the associated problems, he had completely displaced, and he could now go full of energy to work. Perhaps they would find something they had previously overlooked. After all, last week was all tired and really it was a miracle that they had held out until Friday.
DiNozzo greeted his boss, who just threw the last cup of coffee in the trash and went to his desk. The gray-haired investigators looked up briefly and was surprised that appeared to be his agent to work, and then also on a Monday!
surprised "Thanks boss," said Tony, as he found the bag and the cup of coffee on his desk. Gibbs just put on to answer, as Kate, also in bright spirits, entered the large office and all with a joyful, good morning welcomed '. The attractive woman also went to her desk, the two men noticed first and did not put her purse on the floor. Irritated, she looked at coffee and bag on her desk and turned around. Only now they realized that Tony was also already there in wonder and asked: "To whom I owe this surprise in the morning because" they looked inquiringly to Tony, because that Gibbs brought her a coffee, came only once every hundred years once before.
"I have nothing to do with it," said Tony happily, with the face like a kid at Christmas a donut and held up his coffee. Satisfied, he bit off from the bakery and smacked his lips loudly. Kate looked at her boss, who just shrugged his shoulders and again concentrated on the case.
The investigator accepted the fact that a stranger had issued a curious and looked into the bag. A tomato salad was the content and promptly conjured a smile on her lips, for she had not had any breakfast.
"Where is plugged McGee?" Tony asked after five minutes and looked inquiringly around, but from his colleague was still missing, unaccounted for. There were still six fifty-five clock, but otherwise he has never been late. The statement made by Tony Gibbs had to look up. He had not even noticed that the young agent was still not arrived. Today it would probably be McGee, who would get first a Sap.
entered at that moment the director of the office and headed straight to Gibbs. "Tomorrow Gibbs," he greeted the investigators decided not serious, well to the supplement, for that would he will not. He had all night back and forth about how he should explain it, but he did not explain itself. Gibbs turned to Morrow and looked surprised at him, it was not his type, so early in the morning to appear here below. There was something wrong, that was more than clear. The others welcomed the Director, Gibbs stood up and looked inquiringly at Morrow.
"I have bad news for her and her team, Special Agent Gibbs," Morrow began formally and avoided the eye of an experienced investigator.
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