Team Morgue Hosted Challenge
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the_navy_yardTitle: Desperado
Rating: PG
Word Count: 957
AU Scenario: 1. In the old west
“I thought I told you never to show your face ‘round these parts again.”
Gibbs looked up from his whiskey, not even blinking as he came face to face with Tobias Fornell, the local lawman. Gibbs grinned and shot back the rest of his liquor before wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
“Thought you’d moved onto better things, Fornell. Still chasing down regular guys like me?”
“There’s nothing regular about you, Gibbs.”
One watching the scene might assume Gibbs to be some hardened criminal, the kind of guy who robbed banks or held up trains. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Gibbs, like Fornell, was also interested in the law and keeping the peace; the difference was that Gibbs disregarded the common rules and went about getting justice in his own way. He was more desperado than lawman, a fact that had begun to rub Fornell the wrong way.
“I just don’t think this town can handle both of us,” Fornell said as he took a seat at the bar. He gestured to the bartender for a drink. “Besides, aren’t you settled about ten miles from here? What reason could you possibly have to keep coming in, other than to be a pain in my ass?”
“Well, the whiskey here is better than anywhere else,” Gibbs said, lifting his glass for the bartender to pour him another. “And anyway, being a pain in your ass is a good enough reason for me.”
“Careful, Gibbs. I got authority to lock you up right now if I so wanted.” Though the half-smile was telling of the fact that Fornell had no intention of doing any such thing.
“Yeah, and while you’re busy doing that, I’m sure that bank across the way will be hit. Too bad you law enforcement agents are too busy harassing me to catch the bad guys.”
“So why don’t you join up? Show us what we’re doing wrong.”
“That would take too long. I’d have to retire before I could even scratch the surface.”
Before Fornell could even begin to articulate a retort, another man—younger than them both—ran in breathlessly. “Sheriff Fornell! Come quick! Those Henderon boys are back and they’ve got Miss Louisa at the school house being held hostage until we release their older brother.”
A string of curses flew from Fornell’s mouth as he slammed down his glass. “Damn Hendersons,” he muttered. Those outlaw brothers had been giving this town more problems than they needed.
“Here,” Gibbs said, also rising, “I’ll give you a hand.”
“This is official business, Gibbs. We don’t need the likes of you mucking it up.”
“And I’m sure that school teacher doesn’t need some bumbling deputies ruining her chances of surviving this,” Gibbs countered. “Now, I’m coming whether you like it or not.”
Fornell was in no position to argue; he wasn’t about to turn down an extra man. They rode together to the school house where people were already gathering to see what was happening. Children stood by crying, having been uprooted from their classes in a frightening manner. In one of the corner windows they could see the face of a young woman who was obviously scared out of her wits. The barrel of a shotgun could be seen in the corner, aimed directly at her.
“What have we got?” Fornell asked when they dismounted their horses.
“They’ve holed up in that classroom over there,” said his right-hand man, “and are threatening to shoot. We’ve got the place surrounded, but that’s about it.”
“Have you sent someone in?” Gibbs asked.
The man gave Fornell a look, waiting for his approval before responding. “No, sir. We don’t want them getting trigger happy on us.”
“So then what do you plan to do?”
“We figured the best plan is to give them what they want. At least then we can save the hostage.”
Gibbs rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and you’ll be letting criminals get away.”
“Well, what do you suggest?” the man snapped.
He looked toward the building, his eyes scanning every bit of it. He nodded toward the roof where there was a hole in the process of being fixed. “I can go in through there and got an angle on them. I’ll take them out.”
“That’s crazy! What if you hit the hostage?”
“I won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I do.”
“You’re sure you can get them, Gibbs?” Fornell asked.
“Give me five minutes and you’ll be carting them out on stretchers if they’re lucky.”
Fornell sighed, but, seeing no other option, nodded. “You have five minutes and not a second more.”
Gibbs grinned as he grabbed his gun and began to ascend the building on the back, to avoid being seen. Once on the roof, he squeezed through the hole and found himself in an attic of sorts. He crept forward on his stomach until he came to a vent that fell right above the room where the men and their hostage were. The men were facing the back wall, talking in low voices, while the woman cowered in the corner.
It was the perfect shot.
Three minutes later, one man was being carted out on a stretcher; the other was brought out in a body bag.
“That was a risky move,” Fornell said.
“You’ve got to take a risk now and then. Gets things done.”
“You know, I meant what I said. If you ever want to join the force, we’ve got space.”
Gibbs laughed. “Nah, I don’t think that’s the right thing for you or for me. Besides, I never did like having to follow rules.”
He mounted his horse. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a whiskey back there that has my name on it.”
Title: Double Team
Rating: PG13 (some implied sex)
Word Count: 660
AU Scenario: 6. Where someone didn't die
The elevator doors dinged open and Tony DiNozzo sauntered in with a grin. He was hoping someone would ask him about his night, giving him the chance to gloat about the buxom young lady he’d been with. He loved seeing the envy in their eyes when he recounted his endeavors.
“You look like the cat that ate the cannery, Tony.”
The voice stopped him in his tracks and wiped the grin from his face, replacing it with a frustrated frown. Ziva David, Mossad Liaison. She had arrived three months earlier and had continued to be an ever-present thorn in his side, especially given the strong, chummy relationship she had developed with another co-worker.
“It’s ‘canary,’ Ziva, but you’re getting better. Besides, I must agree; you are looking quite smug today, DiNozzo. I hope she was legal.”
Kate Todd smirked his way, her eyes glinting as she saw how her words had affected him. She and Ziva shared a look of amusement as Tony tried to regain his composure.
Who in a million years would have thought that Kate would have become bosom buddies with the half-sister of the man who had once taken her hostage in autopsy? Granted, the fact that, in the end, it had been Ziva who killed Ari, saving Kate’s life, was likely a contributing factor. Ever since Ziva had been assigned to the team as their liaison to Mossad, she and Kate had been close friends, a fact that had made even Abby feel a bit jealous.
For Tony, it just meant two women teasing him instead of just one. Worse, Ziva was sneakier than Kate – if you could be sneakier than a woman who had had him photoshopped into an embarrassing picture. Whereas Kate was often libel to lose her cool during his taunts, Ziva remained ever composed, giving back as well as she received. The fact that English wasn’t her first language (or even her second or third or fourth) didn’t change the fact that she had a way with words and often knew just what to say.
Together, they were almost unstoppable.
“Ha! Like I would tell you two,” he said, dropping his bag by his desk.
“Oh, please, Tony. You’re dying to tell someone. You’ve got that look on your face. So spill.”
“I don’t kiss and tell, Kate.”
“Since when?” The two women shared a laugh, making Tony even more irritated.
“Oh, I see,” he said, trying to work a different angle. “You two have been in such a dry spell that you’re trying to live vicariously through me.”
His words worked like a charm as he saw Kate’s cheeks grow red. She was an easy mark in that way; make the slightest insinuation about her sex life and you’d have her sputtering, trying to come up with a quick retort. Even now he could see her trying not to show her anger.
But Ziva was not so easily derailed. “Perhaps you are right, Tony,” she said slyly, dropping her tone down to a more sultry level. “Please, tell me more about this beautiful woman you were with last night. I’m sure imagining her will make my lonely bed all the more comfortable, do you not think so? She and I lying together; it could be quite cozy, actually.”
Against his better judgment, Tony let his mind go exactly where Ziva led, suddenly picturing her and the woman, lying together in bed, their bodies intertwined. It was enough to make his stomach twist in a delightful manner.
Then Ziva laughed. “Do you need to excuse yourself to the restroom for some personal time?” Kate let out a snort as well, her anger all but forgotten.
Tony glowered. He had walked right into that. Worse, he did feel the need to do just that.
“I’m going to go get coffee,” he muttered, making a bee-line for the bathroom. Behind him, he could hear them snickering.
Two against one. It just wasn’t fair.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 957
AU Scenario: 1. In the old west
“I thought I told you never to show your face ‘round these parts again.”
Gibbs looked up from his whiskey, not even blinking as he came face to face with Tobias Fornell, the local lawman. Gibbs grinned and shot back the rest of his liquor before wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
“Thought you’d moved onto better things, Fornell. Still chasing down regular guys like me?”
“There’s nothing regular about you, Gibbs.”
One watching the scene might assume Gibbs to be some hardened criminal, the kind of guy who robbed banks or held up trains. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Gibbs, like Fornell, was also interested in the law and keeping the peace; the difference was that Gibbs disregarded the common rules and went about getting justice in his own way. He was more desperado than lawman, a fact that had begun to rub Fornell the wrong way.
“I just don’t think this town can handle both of us,” Fornell said as he took a seat at the bar. He gestured to the bartender for a drink. “Besides, aren’t you settled about ten miles from here? What reason could you possibly have to keep coming in, other than to be a pain in my ass?”
“Well, the whiskey here is better than anywhere else,” Gibbs said, lifting his glass for the bartender to pour him another. “And anyway, being a pain in your ass is a good enough reason for me.”
“Careful, Gibbs. I got authority to lock you up right now if I so wanted.” Though the half-smile was telling of the fact that Fornell had no intention of doing any such thing.
“Yeah, and while you’re busy doing that, I’m sure that bank across the way will be hit. Too bad you law enforcement agents are too busy harassing me to catch the bad guys.”
“So why don’t you join up? Show us what we’re doing wrong.”
“That would take too long. I’d have to retire before I could even scratch the surface.”
Before Fornell could even begin to articulate a retort, another man—younger than them both—ran in breathlessly. “Sheriff Fornell! Come quick! Those Henderon boys are back and they’ve got Miss Louisa at the school house being held hostage until we release their older brother.”
A string of curses flew from Fornell’s mouth as he slammed down his glass. “Damn Hendersons,” he muttered. Those outlaw brothers had been giving this town more problems than they needed.
“Here,” Gibbs said, also rising, “I’ll give you a hand.”
“This is official business, Gibbs. We don’t need the likes of you mucking it up.”
“And I’m sure that school teacher doesn’t need some bumbling deputies ruining her chances of surviving this,” Gibbs countered. “Now, I’m coming whether you like it or not.”
Fornell was in no position to argue; he wasn’t about to turn down an extra man. They rode together to the school house where people were already gathering to see what was happening. Children stood by crying, having been uprooted from their classes in a frightening manner. In one of the corner windows they could see the face of a young woman who was obviously scared out of her wits. The barrel of a shotgun could be seen in the corner, aimed directly at her.
“What have we got?” Fornell asked when they dismounted their horses.
“They’ve holed up in that classroom over there,” said his right-hand man, “and are threatening to shoot. We’ve got the place surrounded, but that’s about it.”
“Have you sent someone in?” Gibbs asked.
The man gave Fornell a look, waiting for his approval before responding. “No, sir. We don’t want them getting trigger happy on us.”
“So then what do you plan to do?”
“We figured the best plan is to give them what they want. At least then we can save the hostage.”
Gibbs rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and you’ll be letting criminals get away.”
“Well, what do you suggest?” the man snapped.
He looked toward the building, his eyes scanning every bit of it. He nodded toward the roof where there was a hole in the process of being fixed. “I can go in through there and got an angle on them. I’ll take them out.”
“That’s crazy! What if you hit the hostage?”
“I won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I do.”
“You’re sure you can get them, Gibbs?” Fornell asked.
“Give me five minutes and you’ll be carting them out on stretchers if they’re lucky.”
Fornell sighed, but, seeing no other option, nodded. “You have five minutes and not a second more.”
Gibbs grinned as he grabbed his gun and began to ascend the building on the back, to avoid being seen. Once on the roof, he squeezed through the hole and found himself in an attic of sorts. He crept forward on his stomach until he came to a vent that fell right above the room where the men and their hostage were. The men were facing the back wall, talking in low voices, while the woman cowered in the corner.
It was the perfect shot.
Three minutes later, one man was being carted out on a stretcher; the other was brought out in a body bag.
“That was a risky move,” Fornell said.
“You’ve got to take a risk now and then. Gets things done.”
“You know, I meant what I said. If you ever want to join the force, we’ve got space.”
Gibbs laughed. “Nah, I don’t think that’s the right thing for you or for me. Besides, I never did like having to follow rules.”
He mounted his horse. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a whiskey back there that has my name on it.”
Title: Double Team
Rating: PG13 (some implied sex)
Word Count: 660
AU Scenario: 6. Where someone didn't die
The elevator doors dinged open and Tony DiNozzo sauntered in with a grin. He was hoping someone would ask him about his night, giving him the chance to gloat about the buxom young lady he’d been with. He loved seeing the envy in their eyes when he recounted his endeavors.
“You look like the cat that ate the cannery, Tony.”
The voice stopped him in his tracks and wiped the grin from his face, replacing it with a frustrated frown. Ziva David, Mossad Liaison. She had arrived three months earlier and had continued to be an ever-present thorn in his side, especially given the strong, chummy relationship she had developed with another co-worker.
“It’s ‘canary,’ Ziva, but you’re getting better. Besides, I must agree; you are looking quite smug today, DiNozzo. I hope she was legal.”
Kate Todd smirked his way, her eyes glinting as she saw how her words had affected him. She and Ziva shared a look of amusement as Tony tried to regain his composure.
Who in a million years would have thought that Kate would have become bosom buddies with the half-sister of the man who had once taken her hostage in autopsy? Granted, the fact that, in the end, it had been Ziva who killed Ari, saving Kate’s life, was likely a contributing factor. Ever since Ziva had been assigned to the team as their liaison to Mossad, she and Kate had been close friends, a fact that had made even Abby feel a bit jealous.
For Tony, it just meant two women teasing him instead of just one. Worse, Ziva was sneakier than Kate – if you could be sneakier than a woman who had had him photoshopped into an embarrassing picture. Whereas Kate was often libel to lose her cool during his taunts, Ziva remained ever composed, giving back as well as she received. The fact that English wasn’t her first language (or even her second or third or fourth) didn’t change the fact that she had a way with words and often knew just what to say.
Together, they were almost unstoppable.
“Ha! Like I would tell you two,” he said, dropping his bag by his desk.
“Oh, please, Tony. You’re dying to tell someone. You’ve got that look on your face. So spill.”
“I don’t kiss and tell, Kate.”
“Since when?” The two women shared a laugh, making Tony even more irritated.
“Oh, I see,” he said, trying to work a different angle. “You two have been in such a dry spell that you’re trying to live vicariously through me.”
His words worked like a charm as he saw Kate’s cheeks grow red. She was an easy mark in that way; make the slightest insinuation about her sex life and you’d have her sputtering, trying to come up with a quick retort. Even now he could see her trying not to show her anger.
But Ziva was not so easily derailed. “Perhaps you are right, Tony,” she said slyly, dropping her tone down to a more sultry level. “Please, tell me more about this beautiful woman you were with last night. I’m sure imagining her will make my lonely bed all the more comfortable, do you not think so? She and I lying together; it could be quite cozy, actually.”
Against his better judgment, Tony let his mind go exactly where Ziva led, suddenly picturing her and the woman, lying together in bed, their bodies intertwined. It was enough to make his stomach twist in a delightful manner.
Then Ziva laughed. “Do you need to excuse yourself to the restroom for some personal time?” Kate let out a snort as well, her anger all but forgotten.
Tony glowered. He had walked right into that. Worse, he did feel the need to do just that.
“I’m going to go get coffee,” he muttered, making a bee-line for the bathroom. Behind him, he could hear them snickering.
Two against one. It just wasn’t fair.
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Date: 2012-09-10 03:40 pm (UTC)and oh, my gosh - Kate and Ziva against Tony? I almost feel sorry for him - almost.
I can't decide which I like better.... impossible decision.
Great job!
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Date: 2012-09-11 09:21 pm (UTC)And yes, Tony does have it rough with both of them there :D
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Date: 2012-09-10 08:37 pm (UTC)I love both of these stories - haven't started mine yet, so I guess it's going to be a long night... :)
(BTW, I signed up for SeSa on NFA. Excited - it'll be my very first challenge over there! Hope the muse cooperates...)
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Date: 2012-09-11 09:22 pm (UTC)Yay for SeSa! I know you'll write something awesome!