14I do not own anything! Nada! Zip, zilch, nothing! Well, except the story and my own character. Summary/introduction: Hello, my name is Jett Carter and I'm 14 years old and work for the CIA. I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth. My parents are both dead, along with the rest of my family. They all died because they worked for the CIA too. I've worked with the CIA for a month now and I've been on only one mission and it was about stopping a terrorist organization called Scorpia. Now, I'm living in Washington D.C. with my guardian, Stephanie and my big brother, Daniel Carter, who is a marine.
It was a nice day out; it was sunny, but not too hot. The only thing that makes this day horrible is that I was being chased by a bunch of trigger-happy bozos. My name is Jeanette Carter, but I prefer Jett. If you want to know the rest, just read up there where the author wrote the introduction/summary.
Anyways, back to what's happening now. I was riding my skateboard trying to get away from all of the gun-wielding idiots. These idiots are chasing me on foot; not very smart. Have you ever tried to catch up to someone riding a skateboard? It's not very easy, but amazingly, they're doing pretty good. But then again, they're not trying to be sneaky about it. Still, I'd have gone for the car. I shook my head and thought, Idiots.
I was right in front of a building called NCIS when I felt an immense pain in my left shoulder. I cried out and fell off my skateboard. Crap that hurt! I rolled over onto my back (Which hurt a lot!) and took my gun out and started shooting them. I hate using guns! That's why I didn't use it before; I only use it if I have to. A few minutes later, I found out someone else was shooting at them. I was tempted to look, but I knew I would be shot again if I did, so I kept shooting until the few alive ran away. I sighed in relief and stood up painfully. I looked at the people who helped me. There was a gray haired man with blue eyes, a man with brown hair and green eyes (1), a man with light brown hair and brown eyes (2), and a woman with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. The woman looked like she was Israeli or something like that.
I was starting to feel dizzy and my vision was getting blurry a bit. I must be losing a lot of blood. Great, just what I need, I thought as I blacked out.
I woke up in a hospital. I hate hospitals; especially the smell. I also felt some bandaging on my shoulder. I almost groaned but I heard voices, so I pretended to be asleep.
"Why was Jeanette being chased by those idiots, Gibbs?" Asked a woman.
"I don't know, Abby, but I'm going to find out once she wakes up," Gibbs replied to Abby. I decided I eavesdropped enough and opened my eyes. I saw a man with the gray hair. So, that was Gibbs! I looked around to see that everyone from before was here and that there was some new people here. There was an older man who was a little short and there was a Gothic girl too. I sat up and looked at Gibbs right in the eye and asked, "Who are you?" I knew his name, but he didn't need to know that.
"My name is Leroy Jethro Gibbs, but you can call me Gibbs, Jeanette," he replied.
"Call me Jett," I replied and he raised an eyebrow. I could tell that he wanted to know why I didn't ask how he knew my name. "I don't care about how you know my name right now. I have bigger things to worry about."
"Why were you being chased by-?"
"Gun-wielding, trigger-happy bozos? I honestly have no idea. They came out of nowhere," I finished for him along with a little lie.
"Who were they?" He asked. I obviously couldn't tell them, but I could try to convince the CIA to let me tell them. But first, I need to know who these people are.
"First, I want names," I replied and crossed my arms. Gibbs sighed and I semi-grinned before I looked serious again.
"We work for NCIS. That's Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee and Dr. Mallard or Ducky," he replied pointing at each person in the room. "Who were they?" Instead of answering, I took my phone out of my pocket and called Joe Byrne before anyone could protest.
"Hello, Joe Byrne speaking." I explained to him what happened and asked him if I could tell them the truth and he said that Tom Carver would bring the Espionage Act over to us. I snapped the phone shut and everyone looked at me expectantly.
"I will answer your question once Tom Carver comes," I replied and began thinking of what happened. It was obvious why they came after me. They wanted revenge, obviously. But what were they planning on doing with me if they caught me? Either torture or they would just kill me. Torture sounds more like them, honestly. I've heard of another teenage spy called Alex Rider. He's 15 now, but he's also messed with Scorpia. It's really amusing. Scorpia was the best terrorist group there was and no adult spy has been able to take them down, and then here comes Alex Rider and he manages to beat them. And then after that, I take what's left of it down! Wow, just wow. I wonder if I will ever meet him. That would be cool.
Suddenly, Headstrong by Trapt started playing and I answered my phone.
"JETT, WHERE ARE YOU? I'VE BEEN-" I threw the phone up in the air because I was so startled, which jostled my jostled my hurt shoulder and I gasped. It hit the ground. I rubbed the ear my guardian, Stephanie, yelled in and picked up the phone carefully and hung up. I then texted her.
I wont answer ur ? if u wont stop yelling
"Who was that?" Tony asked me.
"My guardian, Stephanie. She can get pretty worried sometimes," I grimaced and rubbed my ear again. Tony chuckled. "Damn it; my ear's ringing." My phone buzzed and I looked at my text message.
Where are you? Are you ok? What happened? And don't tell me nothing happened, because I will be able to tell even if this is a text message!
I'm at a hospital with a bullet hole in the back of my shoulder and I'm fine now. I was attacked by gun-wielding idiots
What? Wait, let me guess, it was Scorpia wasn't it?
Yup g2g c u um idk wen il haven't met the doc yet
Tom Carver walked through the door of my room in the hospital with a copy of the Espionage Act. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. Once everyone read and signed the Espionage Act, Tom Carver began telling them about me.
"Jett is one of the CIA's best agents. She started working for us after her parents, who were also working for us, died," Tom replied. I almost laughed at the team's faces. They were shocked, a little skeptical and…mainly shocked. "She's only been on one mission so far, which was with Scorpia. Unfortunately, they decided to get revenge today."
"You told me you didn't know why they chased you," Gibbs told me, with an accusing glare.
"Well, obviously I lied. What did you expect? It was classified and I didn't have permission to tell you yet," I replied. Then the doctor came in and moved my long, black hair to rebandage my shoulder. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"Once I rebandage you, you're free to go. The bullet didn't hit anything vital, thankfully. May I ask how you got the bullet wound?" The doctor asked.
"Nope," I replied and got up since he finished rebandaging me. "Seeming as I'm not old enough to drive, could you give me a ride?" I asked Tom Carver and he nodded. I looked at the NCIS team, not sure what to say. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously and said, "Uh, thanks for helping me when those bastards were chasing me," and left before they could reply. I really don't like saying thanks because it's always so awkward. Tom followed me and we got into his car once we found it in the parking lot.
**********************************At home*************************************
Stephanie was already asleep so I sat on my bed and got into a meditating position. Once I calmed down, I thought about what had happened earlier today. About being chased by megalomaniacs. About getting shot. About having to tell my freaking secret! Calm down, just calm down, Jett. Take deep breaths. In and out. In through your nose and out through the mouth. Damn Scorpia! Why do they have to what's left of my life? I felt something jump on my bed and I opened my eyes to see Bones, my pit bull, in my face. I backed away a bit and told Bones, "Eew, your breath is stinky! Two words of the wise, Breath mint!" Bones just barked and yawned. "I guess you're right, Bones. I think we should get some sleep," and with that said, I fell asleep.
So how was the chapter so far? I think it was pretty short, but oh well.
(1) What color are Tony's eyes?
(1) And McGee's?