Saved by the BOLO
I don't own MR or NCIS or Scarecrow, I own any and all OC's in this story, so too everyone else with an OC: Stop sharpening those damn pitchforks, this doesn't need too be a witch hunt!
Any way read on and enjoy.
Song of the Chapter: Learn to Fly (Shannon Noll)
I was really tired.
After escaping from the Erasers, watching that soldier-guy get shot, making sure that bonehead, Frank had lost my trail, and then creeping towards DC on foot, I was nearly beat.
In case you're in the slightest bit interested, my name (according to me) is Alexa Angelos.
The name those contemptible genetics dropouts had for me died when they decided to have me killed.
In case you hadn't already guessed, yeah I'm a bird-kid, but due to the fact I've spent only about four hours outside of the hellhole I spent the last fifteen odd years in, I have got nearly zip clue on how to fly.
I came to a clearing all of a sudden.
Call me crazy, but this seemed to me to be a message that went kinda like this: Come on Alexa, spread your wings and learn to fly.
So, cautiously, I spread my wings, 16 feet across, blue-black with dark brown primaries, my wings looked awesome, if I do say so myself.
'Boss? Found he-Whoa!' Yelled a man in a suit a ways behind me.
I looked sharply over my shoulder, there was a man in his early thirties behind me by about a hundred metres, wearing a suit, he had a digital camera slung around his neck.
Now, I'm new too the whole bird-kid-on-the-run thing, but I don't think being seen by a federal agent is a good idea, particularly if they've got a camera.
And how did I know this guy was a fed? Gut feeling, that's how.
Faster than the fed could react, I took a quick run up and launched myself into the sky like a stinger missile, climbing fast, then diving towards the canopy and hugging the treetops.
I was a bit wonky from lack of practice but, this was the only way to travel! I beat my wings steadily, feeling how powerful they were, even though they'd been neglected all their life.
With a growing feeling of hope, I flew towards Washington DC.
And if you're wondering why I can think like I can, and know so much, the short answer is, I can read minds.
And sooo much more.
Special Agent Leroy-Jethro Gibbs exited the elevator and strode towards the squad room.
As usual, McGee, Tony and Ziva were having an argument.
'All I'm saying McGiggle, is that the X-men comics, while iconic classics, pale in comparison to the silver screen brilliance, that is the X-men movie quad-' he didn't get any further as Gibbs slapped him smartly across the back of the head.
'Be thankful I haven't got steel claws, DiNnozzo, or I'd have killed you ages ago with all the head-slaps I've had to give you.
As Gibbs sat down at his desk his phone rang. He answered it: 'Yeah, Gibbs.'
He listened intently for a minute while Ziva had a last say in the argument.
'It does not matter which version of this 'Wolverine' tried to get into a fight with me,' she said, 'There wouldn't be enough left of him to be identified using even dental records.'
'Dead marine, call Ducky, gas the truck.' Said Gibbs as he put on his trench coat, snagging his coffee, and striding smartly towards the elevator all at the same time.
The other three followed quickly, not forgetting anything in their hurry too follow their boss, with the ease of long practice.
Two hours later, Gibbs and his team were at their crime scene, two bodies, one a marine, who'd taken enough kill-shots to drop a company of marines, let alone one man, and the other an extremely muscular man with an excess of body-hair, who'd taken several shot's from an M16 too his torso, any one of which was a fatal wound.
'Yes, Jethro,' Said Dr. Donald 'Ducky' Mallard in a calm voice that sounded almost jovial due to his British accent, 'Your marine's chest wounds, aren't what killed, him, it's the head-shot that finished him, but he was a long way gone due too blood-loss, his killer was just making sure.'
'And the dirt bag?' Asked Gibbs taking a long draw on his coffee.
'He died shortly after this poor fellow, from massive amounts of blood-loss from his wounds, and in a great deal of pain too I'd imagine, judging by how churned up the forest floor is around him.'
'Thanks Duck,' said Gibbs then he went too get the base commander's statement.
'What happened commander Sturn?' Asked Gibbs calmly.
'Gunny Sergeant McGuire was out walking when he came across a pair of suspicious characters;' The commander paused and swallowed, 'according to him, they were chasing a fourteen year old girl, he pursued them, but they doubled back and ambushed him, we heard their names over the radio, if it's any help.'
'You heard their names?' Asked Gibbs sure it was a ruse too shake investigators off the killer's trail.
'Yes sir, McGuire was a smart son-of-gun, never missed a beat, he kept his microphone on the whole time, the two guys who jumped McGuire called themselves…uh… Mikey and Frank, that's right, anyway, after they spoke, there was silence for about a minute then all of a sudden the radio went berserk, like all three of 'em fired at once.'
'Well, he took one of 'em with him, commander,' Gibbs nodded to the bullet ridden remains of the hairy, muscular man.
'That he did sir,' agreed Sturn with more than a hint of satisfaction.
'What about this girl?' Asked Gibbs.
'Guess she got away, we didn't here anymore about her.' Answered Sturn.
'We're going to need the radio logs from during this incident, all of 'em.' Said Gibbs calm as ever.
'Will do sir,' said Sturn snapping a crisp salute.
Gibbs thanked Commander Sturn for his time, then went in search of Tony. Funny how irony works, thought Gibbs, thinking of his old mentor Mike Franks.
'DiNnozzo!' Shouted Gibbs after he looked around and found Special Agent DiNnozzo had disappeared.
Right on cue, DiNnozzo appeared out of nowhere and came hurtling towards Gibbs.
'Boss!' He said breathlessly, 'you'll never guess what I just found!' Anthony DiNnozzo looked as if he'd just discovered life on another planet.
'It'd better be damn good, DiNnozzo, too excuse you goofing off from the crime-scene.' Said Gibbs in a level but clearly irritated tone.
'Boss, I've got good news, bad news, and incredible news, which do you want to hear first?' Said DiNnozzo, grinning from ear to ear.
Gibbs rolled his eyes to heaven and took a deep breath.
'Okay good news,' said DiNozzo quickly, 'I found the girl, and managed to snap a photo of her before she gave me the slip, which happens to be the bad news, the incredible news is…' DiNnozzo, trailed off and mutely, showed Gibbs the last photo he'd taken:
It showed a black haired, pale, girl wearing a hospital gown, standing at the edge of a clearing.
'What DiNnozzo, is so incredible about that,?' Asked Gibbs in exasperation, at that minute, McGee walked over curiously and took a look at the camera, then blanched in complete shock.
'Boss… that girl…she-she has wings! She's a recombinant DNA lifeform!' Said McGee in complete awe.
Gibbs took another look at the picture, Abby is going to faint when she sees this. Thought Gibbs silently.
'Yeah, a mutant, this is going to be a weird one.' Gibbs predicted then went too where DiNozzo had seen the girl; It didn't take long for Gibbs to find something.
'Ziva! Evidence bag!' Shouted Gibbs.
Ziva David hurried over and held open an evidence bag.
'What is it?' Asked Ziva.
Gibbs held up a two foot long black feather.
'I don't know, but it's probably important.' Said Gibbs with absolute certainty.
I came in for a landing in an alley way across from a second-hand store.
Cautiously I looked around too make sure there weren't any crack-heads or scum bags around, then tucked in my wings and stealthily crossed the deserted street and checked the building for alternate entrances.
I hit the jackpot, the backdoor was un-alarmed.
Using my ever-so-potent telekinetic powers, I unlocked the door and entered the store.
For the next hour, I worked on a new out fit.
I settled on a pair of black cargo pants, a dark blue zip-up hoodie, a black long sleeved shirt, a pair of thick navy blue, woollen socks and a pair of knee-high boots.
I checked how I looked in a mirror. Not bad, and bonus, I'd be really hard too see in the dark.
I went hunting around and eventually found a box cutter, which I used to cut wing slits in my new clothes.
I pocketed the box cutter without a second thought.
First bastard who tried to grab me would have a very nasty scar for their efforts.
I glanced guiltily at the till.
I had no money but I felt guilty enough about stealing the clothes, plus the till was probably wired too an alarm.
With a weary sigh I pulled on my new clothes and made my way back out onto the street, snagging a back-pack on my way out, hey, I might feel a little guilty about the theft, but if I get it all in one go, less chance I'll leave evidence right?
I exited the building, relocked the door then walked off towards the city centre, hoping I'd find a soup kitchen along the way.
The elevator dinged and Gibbs strode out of the elevator and into the squad room.
Ziva, Tony and McGee were already, doing a background check on McGuire.
'What do we have?' Asked Gibbs as he sat down.
'Nothing as yet boss,' said McGee tapping furiously on his keyboard.
'McGuire, got promoted to the recon division two years ago, has served in a number black opps, most notably, a opp against Al-Qaeda in 2009, in Siberia; his first couple of missions, he served under Captain Shane M. Schofield, for his first couple of missions, before he was put on the Siberia opp.' Said McGee succinctly.
'Enemies?' Prompted Gibbs.
'None, he got on exceptionally well with his colleagues, without so much as an argument over baseball teams.' Said Ziva without looking up from her work.
'What about the girl?' I've got a BOLO out on her boss, face only, no need too freak the local LEO's, with the whole wings thing, I'll let you know when we get a hit.' Said Tony, reclining in his chair, with his feet on his desk and fingers laced behind his head, a not uncommon position to find him in.
'Good work, let me know when you've got something.' Said Gibbs, as he got up and strode over to the elevator.
As he headed down to Autopsy, Gibbs turned over the pieces of the puzzle in his head.
The girl, he was sure was somehow at the heart of the matter.
He'd seen reports on the news from all across America of alleged sightings of winged children, but up until now, they'd always rated an eight or nine on his bullshit metre.
The elevator dinged, snapping Gibbs out of his reverie.
As he walked into Autopsy, Ducky spoke.
'Ah, Jethro right on time, I was correct on both counts, cause of death on Gunnery Sergeant McGuire was a single gunshot wound too the head; as for this man, exsanguination, due too multiple gunshots too the torso region, it's a safe bet he died in excruciating pain; but I discovered something interesting, during his examination,' He pointed to a set of X-rays on a light box on the wall.
'What am I looking at Duck?' Asked Gibbs calmly.
'These are the X-rays of the mystery man's head, notice that the jaw-bone is slightly elongated, and his teeth appear to be all jumbled up? I don't think this man is all that he seems.' Said Dr Mallard in a mysterious tone that sounded all the more dramatic, once again due too his British accent.
'You mean he could be like that girl DiNnozzo saw?' Asked Gibbs more for confirmation than anything else.
'Well, not exactly, this man, could just be naturally heavily muscled, and have very poor dental health, but somehow even though it seems so outlandish, I believe this man just might be another form of mutant; but we'll have to wait for Abigail's DNA tests to come in before we come to any hard conclusions.'
'Right, thanks Duck.' Said Gibbs and left.
'Always, on the move…' Muttered Ducky absently as the doors hissed shut.
Gibbs walked briskly up the stairs to forensics-after a brief stop at the canteen's vending machines- and was greeted by a cacophony that could have been classified as auditory assault.
As he walked in, Abby Sciuto glanced up from the evidence table and waved.
'Hi Gibbs.' She said sweetly and hugged him briefly.
'Hey what? No Caf-Pow?' Asked Abby in a scandalised tone.
'I'll bring one down later, Abby,' said Gibbs levelly, keeping the red and white cup out of sight.
'Abbs? What have you got for me?
'Caf-Pow first.' Said Abby sounding for all the world like a six-year-old who'd been denied desert.
Gibbs relented and handed over the caffeine-rich drink.
'Yay.' Said Abby and placed the drink at her computer bench.
Gibbs took the opportunity too switch off the music.
'Now, what have you got for me Abbs?' Asked Gibbs again with infinite patience.
'Not much, but I can tell you with absolute certainty, that the photo of the winged girl, completely authentic.'
'I knew that Abbs.' Said Gibbs taking a sip of coffee.
'No, I mean, those wings are real, not part of a suit.' Said Abby, bringing up the picture on the computer screen and zooming in on where the girl's wings connected too her shoulders.
'Anything else?' Asked Gibbs in his trademark calm tone of voice.
'Yeah, I ran a DNA test on the mystery man Ducky's got down stairs, and I found something hinky.'
'Hinky?' Asked Gibbs curiously.
'Yeah, about forty percent of his DNA isn't human, it's wolf.'
'And bird-girl?' Asked Gibbs taking another swig of coffee to stifle the many questions that one answer produced.
'I ran a DNA test on that feather you found, and, surprise, surprise, ninety-eight percent human, one percent raven, one percent Australian Wedge-tail Eagle.' Said Abby matter-of-factly.
'That's good work Abbs.' Said Gibbs approvingly as his phone rang.
'What is it Tony?' Asked Gibbs as he answered it.
'We've got a hit on the BOLO, at a soup kitchen near the docks.'
'I'm on my way up, let's get moving.' Said Gibbs as he left the lab.
'See ya Abbs.' Said Gibbs as he walked out.
''Bye.' Called Abby absently, when she was sure Gibbs was gone and no-one was coming to see her, Abby opened a tab she had been reading.
It was a blog.
Quickly Abby sent a short e-mail too the blog's owner it read:
I'm a forensic scientist at NCIS, please don't hold that against me, I'm not a sadist like the bad-guys you've been running from.
I'm currently working on a case that involves a bird-kid like you.
Special Agent Gibbs just left to try and track her down.
Just thought you might want to come and get her before things get messy.
Abby out J.
With that Abby sent the e-mail off and closed the tab and went back to running the ballistics on the many, many bullets that Ducky had pulled out of the two men.
I walked absently down a lane formed by a pair of warehouses and quickly finished the cup of soup I'd got at the dockside soup kitchen.
Suddenly some creep jumped me from behind and pushed me to the ground.
Using telekinesis I threw him off and against a wall, then jack knifed to my feet and pulled out the box cutter.
Then a second creep tried the same trick.
I spun on the ball of my foot and kicked him in the groin.
I then hurled the box cutter at the first bastard.
It caught him in the shoulder, and he howled in agony.
One down and then the second guy tried to grab me again.
No telekinesis this time.
Concentrating hard, I conjured a fireball around each hand, and hurled them at the second creep, and caught him full in the face.
He screamed so loud he went hoarse and collapsed to the ground.
Not sticking around, I used a telekinetic assisted jump to go through a warehouse window and landed inside.
It was full of crates, and from the window it looked a helluva lot like a maze, though in actual fact, it was in a grid pattern.
I started to walk fast towards the main entrance, which was wide open.
When I reached it I saw four people in suits headed straight towards the warehouse.
They saw me at the same time I saw them.
One was a tall, older man, with blue eyes and salt-and-pepper grey hair, the second man was slightly shorter and kinda on the chubby side, with brown hair, the third man I recognised as the fed I'd seen earlier.
The forth was a woman with dark tan skin, black hair and brown eyes.
And how did I pick so much detail in the dark? Raptor vision that's how.
They started as they saw me then broke into a dead run straight at me.
I bolted straight back into the warehouse and began to weave a confusing trail, when I looked back I saw the tall, lean brown haired fed from earlier, chasing after me, I poured on the speed straight ahead, out the pier-side warehouse entrance and straight into the waiting arms of the two creeps I'd minced earlier.
They didn't look too crash hot, but they did look pissed, they grabbed an arm each and threw me too the ground, the second creep put his boot on my throat and the first creep leaned forward and reached for my throat with the bloodied blade of the box cutter, with a sick grin on his face.
I closed my eyes calmly and prepared for death.
I didn't need too see this.
All of a sudden I heard the staccato bangs of four separate semi-automatic pistols firing over the top of each other.
I felt the creep with his boot on my throat spasm as he was hit by the barrage, and heard the thud as he hit the ground.
A split second later I heard the same thing and the second creep was thrown bodily off me by the combined fire.
I was exhausted: Physically from flying, fighting and fifteen years of deprivation; mentally, from using telekinesis so much and then conjuring the fire which took an immense effort and was a bitch to control; and finally, emotionally, from guilt, fear, panic, and every other powerful emotion I'd felt today.
So I just lay there.
I just wish my 'knights-in-black-suits' had left me there, though.
There's chapter two, please review, and I'll be doing a third-person Gibbs tracking, view of that last bit, next chapter and go from there.
Query; Should I do Kevin getting kidnapped by Itex, or, the CIA trying to muscle in on Gibbs' investigation?
For those who don't know, Kevin is the Genetically engineered cure to a bio-weapon that is a pivotal element in Area 7. So Read and review, love to here ideas.