11A/N: I love everyone who reads this, and if you love it or hate it, REVIEW IT! I feed off of your reviews so please keep them coming! If you have an opinion, but don't review then the man-eating pillows are going to come after you! Ok so, I've decided to make this a crossover with Bones. Ok, so to clear something up, Gray is just flirting with Tony. She has one of those "lovestruck" moments. She isn't getting with him that would be strange. xD I don't own NCIS or Bones (if I did, Tiva, Mcabby, and Bones/Booth would have happened already).
*Gray POV*
"Hey! Booth! You and Brennan ready to help on a case?" At least he picked up on the first ring. Usually, when he's with her, he doesn't even notice his phone.
"Yeah. We don't have anything at the moment and she's stuck going through everything in limbo. Is there a reason Parker called me begging me to go out with Bones?" Haha. Gotta love that kid. Even HE can see the chemistry between his dad and Brennan.
"Oh I spoke to him this morning and he wanted me to babysit again. You know…You and Bren sure do look good together. Have you asked her out yet?" I can't believe they are both so oblivious to the fact that they belong together.
"Uhm…Not yet, but—Hey! Didn't you have something to tell me about a case?" Dammit. I almost had him.
"Oh yeah. We got a dead marine and his wife. You know, the O'Hurley's…I think you met 'em once or twice. They were with my parents a lot. Well, anyway, we found some bones and think they're his wife's legs. We can't get anything from them cause there isn't any tissue or blood. Can we bring them over?" Please, say yes. I need this. The team needs this.
"Of course! You're like a second kid to me, except for the fact that you caused me more trouble as an agent than any child ever would. Haha. I'll get the squints ready." Thank god! I'm so happy!
"Great, thanks. We'll be over soon. See ya, Uncle Booth." He hates it when I call him that. I can't believe some of my favorite people are finally going to meet!
-2 Hours Later-
*Gibbs POV*
"Grab your gear! We're going to the Jeffersonian! We're meeting Gray in the lot." I can't believe Grace decided not to ride with us. She's insane choosing to skate there! It's a 30 minute drive!
"Alright, let's go. Gray, you sure you don't wanna ride in the car?" If she doesn't ride with us there, I'm making her ride with us back. Otherwise, lord only knows.
"Yeah Gibbs. I'll be fine on my board. I used to ride it to school all the time."
On the drive…
Wow. She was right. She WAS good. I've gotta say, for a girl who always used to get scraped up and was covered in band-aids from that thing, she sure got good at it fast. Speaking of fast, I can't believe she overtook our car and the three ahead of us in a matter of minutes! She really is her father's daughter. So persistent.
Outside the Jeffersonian…
"I told you I'd be fine Gibbs." That smile of hers, just like her mother's. Always full of joy no matter what was going on around her. And of course, she's right. She usually is. I guess I taught her to trust her gut a long time ago.
"Come on, let's go in. They're expecting us, right? You DID call ahead?"
"Yeah. They'll let us in. They know me." I think she's better almost than the team at doing things fast and on time. That's refreshing.
*Gray POV*
"Hello! Anyone here? Brennan? Booth? Hodgins? Angela? Cam? You guys here?" Crap, I hope they didn't leave. If they did, we're screwed.
"Gray?! Is that you? You weren't here since your competition when you need to ask Brennan about your leg! God, it's good to see you! So, I hear you may have some bones and particulates ready?" Ah thank god. Hodgins is here. As ready as always.
"Haha. Yeah. Where are Brennan and Booth?" It isn't 4 PM so I don't think they're with Sweets…. Where ARE they?
"Gray? DID I JUST HEAR SOMEONE SAY GRAY? WHERE?! OMIGOSH HI HONEY! How ARE you?"
"Haha. Hey Angela. I'm fine." Gosh, I love her. She's like Abby, except she doesn't wear black very often. Her hugs are just as tight, too.
"Ange! I can't breathe! Let go! Do you know where Dr. Brennan and Uncle Booth are?"
"We're here Gray. You have bones for me to look at?" It's so good to see them after so long. It's like being reunited with my family. Well, the only thing close to one I've got left.
"Yeah Dr. B, but first I want to introduce everyone. Hey Cam! Hey Sweets! I didn't know you were here. Okay, this is Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, Dr. Hodgins, Dr. Saroyan, Angela Montenegro, and Dr. Sweets. And this is Special Agent Gibbs, Special Agent McGee, Special Agent Dinozzo, and Special Agent David." Well, I hope they get along.
"Wait a minute there, kiddo. You know Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs? The sniper? He was my HERO when I was in the army! It's a pleasure to meet you sir."
Ah Booth, it's interesting that he's star struck. He never gets like that.
"Gray, you brought the bones right?" Ah, McGee, always trying to be prepared.
"They were in the trunk. I'll go get them."
*Angela POV*
Wow, Gray has really grown up. I guess all that skating and traveling has done her good. Seeing her and Booth together, it's just like old times. Before we found about her parents. She was so happy and he was like an older brother to her. When they hugged like that, I could almost feel the love in that little reunion.
"Okay, well, Special Agent McGee and Dinozzo can come with me. I'll show you the Ange-lator. It's what we use to simulate the crime-scenes." Ah, my award winning smile. No one can refuse that. Not even Bren.
"Please, call me Tony. C'mon Probie, you two can talk about computer stuff." Oh crap. His smile is even BETTER than mine. He is a total gentleman.
"I… Have…. The… Bones. Was that fast enough?" She's so cute. I can't believe how dedicated she is to this job. I haven't seen her like this since…No, couldn't be… Is she really with him? After all this time? Nah….
"That was fine, kiddo. You don't have to run like you're in a marathon you know. I'll take you up to the platform. Ms. Scuito, Special Agent Gibbs, welcome to the Jeffersonian and the lab." They really look like brother and sister when he puts his arm around her like that. They are SO cute! It's like Bren's her sister, Booth's her brother, and then there's her.
I hope we find who did this. I can just SEE the pain in her eyes.
*Booth POV*
I can't believe the O'Hurley's are dead. It's like someone's picking off everyone who ever was close to Gray and her family. I have a bad feeling about this case. I know how Bones hates going off of a feeling, but this is a bad one.
"Sir, can I speak with you? I need to ask a couple questions. Where did you find 'em?" This is going to be a rough conversation to have.
"We got a call that someone found them at a kid's skate park. I don't know why they'd be there. You got a feeling this has something to do with the plane crash, Agent Booth?" He must be from somewhere in the South. I can here a mild accent.
"Yeah, I do. I'm thinking of going back to look at the report of the crash to the FAA later today and see what I can dig up. You think she should be in protective custody? Cause I got room at my house as does Bones here. Either of us would be glad to have her." If this ends up being some plan to kill her family, I won't have it. The person behind all of this pain is going down.
"I have a feeling that these two are related. I knew her parents. They weren't the type to fly even if someone said they shouldn't. They would check out the plane completely before gettin' on it. Call me when you find something, alright, Agent Booth?" He seems like a good enough guy. Looking out for a friend's kid.
"Booth! I found something! Someone carved something into this femur! I can't read it though. It's in a different language. It's made up of different characters than our alphabet." Ah, Bones. She's so brilliant. Gray's right. We do look good together and I do want to ask her out, but if I do, she'll bolt.
"Maybe I can help, Dr. Brennan. I do speak multiple languages." I think this is the first time I heard Agent David speak up. She must be the ex-Mossad agent Gray told me about.
"Of course, Agent David. I'll magnify the text on the screen."
I hope one of those squints can figure it out if we can't. We need this case solved. Not just for humanity, but for Gray. She doesn't seem to realize that since I'm a dad I know when people have been crying. I know she's been crying. This is the second case that had to do with people she knew, even cared about. It's too much for one person to take. Sure, Bones' mother turned out to be a criminal and was killed, but she knows how to deal with it. She was older. Gray is just a kid. She can't handle it.
"Please, Dr. Brennan, you may call me Ziva. This inscription looks to be a message in French. To my knowledge, it says, 'This is the puzzle, we gave you the pieces. Can you take a hint?' There is no signature. Could this be a threat, Gibbs?" The kind Israeli looks scared for Gray. Man, I was hoping this wasn't the work of some psycho serial killer, but it is. Dammit, this means we need to do some digging.
"It may very well be one Ziva. Agent Booth, we're gonna need your assistance catching these guys."
"I'm ready and willing. Whatever you need, Special Agent Gibbs. Bones, you find anything else?"
"Yes, in fact. One of these legs has indentations from some type of weapon. I'm not sure what kind. It seems the assailant was male."
Thank god, we can finally put this to rest… What is that around my waist? Hands? Is that Gray hugging me from behind?
"Booth, why would French people be after the O'Hurley's and my mom and dad?" I can hear her trying to keep from crying. I wish I knew how to answer this question. I really do.
"I don't know, Gray. I don't know. Do you know of anyone who was French who they were friendly with?" Well, we gotta start investigating somewhere.
"No… No idea. I don't remember meeting anyone French." Poor kid.
"Yo, Hodgins, you got anything?" Please, let there be some dirt or something that we can use to catch these guys.
"No, Booth. The soil that was on the bones could be from a number of parks within the DC area." Dammit! That was the one thing I thought we could count on getting information from.
"Alright, well, Special Agent Gibbs, I'll call you if there's anything new."
"Good to know. By the way, I heard about your time in the army from some friends, you did well for your country. Dinozzo! McGee! Get over here! We're going back! Gray, I don't care what you say; you are riding in the car with us this time. No buts."
"What!? Fine, Gibbs. Bye Brennan! Bye guys! Bye Uncle Booth!" This is the tightest hug I think I have ever received. Even Parker doesn't cling this tightly. "Please, Booth. Find out who did this."
The poor girl is so scared. Lost. I'm helping with this case and I don't care what Cullen says. She's like family and she shouldn't be going through this much pain.
The Bullpen, 7 PM …
*Gibbs POV*
Poor thing. I knew her family. They don't deserve to go through this. They never did. We have to find who did this. I know the people the Fisher's knew, but none of them were French. Let alone murderers. Jeez, I feel so bad for her. Abby too. They're two of the sweetest girls on the planet; they don't deserve to lose so much so quickly.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Gibbs…. WHAT?! You're kidding. It was EXPLOSIVES? ... Dammit! Thanks, Booth."
"Wh-what is it Boss?" McGee is stuttering and staring at me in shock. As I look around, so are Tony and Ziva.
"Boss? Gibbs? What was that about? Is everything ok?" Even Tony's worried.
"Well," I say sighing, "It turns out that the Fishers' plane was rigged to crash. Someone planted an explosive so that it would look like a crash, but the plane would explode… It means that Gray is next. The O'Hurley's were close to her parents, so she knew them well. We have to find Gray. Let's move people!"
We need to get to Abby's lab. Now. If we don't find her before they do, we're in trouble. BIG trouble. I start running to the elevator. I can hear the rest of the team behind me. Can this elevator go any faster? For all we know the killer could be in the lab or Abby's house by now! The doors open ad we rush out. I can see Abby working hard as usual.
"ABBY! Where's Gray?! It's important." I can't believe I'm this frantic. It feels like losing my daughter all over again.
"Gibbs! I gave her the night off. She's at a friend's…In Baltimore. What's wrong? McGee? Tony? Ziva? What is it?"
"Abby, they're coming after Gray. She's their next target. The plane crash was actually an explosion…. These people killed both her parents and the O'Hurleys." Ah, McGee. Always the sensitive one. Even I can see that him and Abby belong together. They're the type of people who I'd allow to break rule 12.
"What Timmy?! OH MY GOD." All of a sudden, Abby collapses on the floor. I can't believe this is happening.
"McGee, you stay with Abby here! Ziva, go back upstairs and check for anything and anyone that had to do with the plane crash! Tony, you take this address and go find Gray! She's in protective custody now and I want you there to guard her. Get moving!"
If they can't protect her, then nothing will.
*Tony POV*
I can't believe all of this is happening. What if she's been kidnapped? God, I can't let that happen. I hate lofts. Almost no protection. I'm right in front of the door. I knocked maybe 2 minutes ago. If they got to her and her friends… Wait, what is that I hear? Is that somebody playing the wedding march on the electric guitar?! Is that laughter I hear? What the hell? I'm SO out of my element here. Someone's speaking, but I can make it out through the door. It's getting closer.
"Stop messing with me Rian! Haha!" Gray. That familiar voice. Is somebody assaulting her? Then why is she laughing? What the hell is going on?!
Finally, the door is opening up.
"Hahaha. Guys! Tony… What are you doing here?" The look on her face displays the exact emotion I'm feeling. Confusion.
From where I'm standing I can see some guy playing Rock Band in his boxers, a tall, lanky guy in a robe playing the electric guitar, and a guy playing the drums who doesn't look like he's wearing pants. What the hell did I walk in on?! A shirtless guy around Gray's age who looks like he just got out of bed walks up behind her and grabs her waist. Well then, this is awkward.
"Who is it hon?" He must be from England or something. He has an interesting accent. Why did he say 'hon'? Is he with Gray? Good. It's even MORE awkward now!
"This is Tony Dinozzo. He works with Abby and I." She kisses him on the cheek. Crap, if I was speechless before, then I'm totally mute now.
"In that case, Hey. I'm Alexander William Gaskarth. I was born in Essex, England, I'm in a band, and as of now I am Gray's fiancé. Is that alright with y-"
Before he finishes, there's a crash. It sounds like a broken window. Crap. I rush in.
"Gray! Alex! Everybody on the floor!" I whip out my gun. I can't believe I have to do this here. We JUST learned it was murder. Why now? Why me? Why couldn't Gibbs have chosen McGoo to do this. Of course, McGeek would be blushing a lot more.
I walk over to the projectile. It looks to be a rock with something tied to it… It's a picture of someone in the half-pipe at a skate park with a message. In bold, bright red letters it says, 'GUESS WHO'S NEXT?'
"Aw sh*t! Stay here!"