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Imaginary Me

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Prompt: You’re a kid’s imaginary friend. He’s growing up. You’re fading away.

He was six when I was born. A figment of a child’s imagination. Brought to life by the loneliness of a boy who got only a speck of the love he truly deserved. I remember playing and holding hands as we’d jump across the meadows, free in way that was so innocent and full of life. I remember how he’d jump when he heard his father’s menacing voice, booming loudly in their sorry excuse of a house. I remember how we would lay in his bed, hiding beneath his sheets as the reeking smell of alcohol crept up the walls and to his very dreams.

I was his best friend, his only friend. Like any 10-year-old, hewould ramble consistently to me, with hardly any pauses, blabbering about everything he did and everything he planned to do. I listened closely, never having the heart to tell him that I was with him when he did everything he did and would be with him in everything he planned to do. 

When he was eight when he tied his first shoelace; we celebrated with his stuffed toys and drank packet juice. He was nine when he had his first crush: Big Brenda. He told her he liked her and she called him a weirdo. He got over it eventually but only after we ate pizza and drank milkshake at Betty’s. Of course when he was ten he realized people weren’t supposed to have imaginary friends but I don’t think he minded. We still talked everyday.. just not in public anymore.

The day after his thirteenth birthday marked The Incident. A kid was getting bullied in school and all he did was watch. I told him, egged him even, to do something. Eventually he got mad enough and yelled at me to stop. Everybody looked. He ran away.
The following day the school recommended a shrink who said that teenagers weren’t supposed to have imaginary friends. To my surprise and to my great disappointment, he agreed. We didn’t talk much after that.

Throughout his teenage years I would be there only when I was needed. His first break-up. The first time his dad beat him senseless. The first time he got drunk at home and scared our neighbor. Not to his knowledge, I was there for every happy memory too. The first time he got into Junior Varsity Basketball and then Varsity. The first time his dad sobered up. The first he won cross-country and every time after that.

Our relationship strayed over the years but never broke, not even once. Well, maybe once. His second year of college I realized he didn’t need me anymore. He was a big boy now, he didn’t need littl’ old me. I doubt he even remembered me, but I did. I remembered him and I remembered us. However, deep down I know he never forgot me because that’s the only way I’m still alive, in his memories.

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Sins of a father

Posted on by @yourauthor

Disclaimer: All marvel references belong to MCU but all drawings, characters and the plot is mine.

Jason Hunter
Alter-ego, the Blue Reaper

Phew! Finally, the Blade of Humanity is gone, the world is safe and I can go back to having a normal life. Well, as normal as my life can be. Wondering what the hell am I yapping about? My name is Jason Hunter, and this is my story.

I watched the clock’s second hand slowly tick by, counting the seconds left for my last semester of the day to be over. Tring! The bell at last rung and as students slowly trickled out of the room (including me), I heard my professor desperately trying to remind everyone to study for the quiz tomorrow. I slouched low in the corridors, dragging my feet, trying, trying to forget the dull pain flaring up in my abdomen. Suddenly someone put a hand across my shoulder and supported most of my weight. That’s my buddy Steve Lawrence: incredibly smart and the size of football player. Through my half-lidded eyes I could see he wore a blue sweatshirt and jeans, topped of with some ratty snickers – same as always.

At first glance, Steve looked like a tough guy: pale skin, big muscles, military haircut, and sharp eyes. It was only when you talked to him you could see, that beneath all that toughness, is a big softie with a heart the size of Alaska and a brain the size of an encyclopedia. Ok, maybe not that big, but still a helluva lot bigger than mine. Him and I are polar opposites yet we just click, ya know? I mean we both like to work out and flirt but that’s where the similarities end: he’s incredibly built, I’ve got a swimmers body; he’s all buff and I’m lanky and tall; he’s crazy smart and I snooze during classes (that does not mean I’m stupid, this is Stanford University of California after all).

Jason?”, a voice broke me out of my musings. I looked up at the concerned face of Steve, eyes tight with worry. We were standing in front of my dorm. “Yeah”, I responded like the idiot I was, and fumbled in my pockets for my key. I was one of the few lucky students who got a dorm to themselves, rest had to share with one other person. It was actually because of that, my dorm is smaller than most, but I don’t mind. Steve set me down on my bed and pulled out his phone; I knew he was calling Amie.

Amie Hopkins is the smartest person you will ever meet – she probably does have a brain the size of encyclopedia- and is my gorgeous girlfriend. Sun kissed hair, slim waist, go-to white keds and yes, those shorts do help a lot; she’s typical Californian girl, always smiling, always laughing. Except now that is. Amie kneeled in front of my pulling out supplies from her bag, she was going for a medical degree, while I sat shirtless on my bed, face pinched in pain. Amie’s eyebrows got all scrunched up when she was mad and honestly it was kind of cute, but then you can’t see those blue eyes of hers. No sir, those irises were like a raging sea storm, waves hurtling, crashing, colliding. She didn’t yell at me though, she never did.

“Well?”, questioned Steve. Well? What was he talking about- oh. In all the pain I had forgotten about the sole purpose of my mission yesterday, the reason I got hurt in the first place. Lost again? You ever heard stories of people going missing or found dead in alleys yet the police never have any leads? That’s me. I, Jason, am the Blue Reaper. Deadly mercenary for hire, killing people for big bucks, atleast up until yesterday. No, yesterday I killed for information, information of my father. Howard Wyatt is my father, apart from his name I know nothing about him. Mom said, on her dying breath, that the real reason we moved to California was because he used to be an abusive jerk, power hungry and possessive. For years I’ve heard his name whispered among the folk, name spoken with fear and dread like how one might say the word Voldemort in the wizarding world. Yesterday, once my target was neutralized, my client gave me a piece of paper. I took out that same piece of paper from my jeans pocket and read out aloud. “‘Tomorrow. 2:00 am. 24th Venlinet street, 4th warehouse from the left. Go alone.’ Well that’s not vague at all”.

2:00 am. 24th Venlinet street, 4th warehouse from the left

I silently walked along the street; my stoic mask unreadable yet my head was a whirlwind of thoughts. Am I going to see my father? Will he see me? Would he like me? Would he kill me? I banished that thought, psht, my own father tries to kill me? What a joke.

When I got to the specified address I flipped on the roof and slipped into one the vents. It was a tight fit with my katanas but I made do. I army crawled on my belly until I saw a grill. I peeked through and saw something that would forever change my life. The warehouse itself was dusty and sparse, it had barely any furniture and most of the space was occupied by soldiers, not normal soldiers though, skeletons, (imagine, out of all things!) wearing capes and each sporting a double ended sword. I guess it is safe to say that the phrase “living dead” can be changed to “royal dead”.

.

The ‘royal dead army’ as I dubbed them, stood at attention in rows of 12. In front of them stood my father. After all these years, speculating, imagining some sort of evil villain, he looked quite normal

He wore blue suit slacks, a loose formal shirt, and glasses, even in the dark of the warehouse. That seemed odd to me but then everything about this situation was strange. His haggard face was burdened by a rough beard and what you could see of his forearms were littered with scars.

I watched with interest as he held up a yellow stone. “From the power of mind stone”, my father thundered, “may it’s true powers finally be allowed to unleash!”. The royal dead suddenly awakened, throwing jeers and cheers, clanking their swords in approval. How did skeletons even have voice boxes’?

My father held up the stone and cast it downwards; I thought for sure it was going to break. It did not. No, instead it transformed into a spear and floated right back into his stretched-out hand. “Behold! The Blade of Humanity!”. My jaw dropped down, the back of my head hitting the top of the vent and making a dull clunk! sound. I hoped nobody noticed, hoped that the sound would be swallowed by the deafening cheers of the royal dead. But of course, I have a Hunter’s luck because in that very second the room exploded into deafening silence. I didn’t fight when a skeleton opened the vent. I didn’t fight when it pulled me out. I didn’t fight when it gripped my forearms painfully tight and dragged me towards my father. The royal dead army parted like the dead sea for Moses, except I wasn’t feeling very powerful then.

The skeleton deposited me in front of my father and at that moment I didn’t feel like the confident, cocky Blue Reaper. I felt like 18 year old Jason Hunter crying at his mother’s funeral right after she told him his father was abusive. My fingers itched in anticipation and impulse to grab my katanas but I resisted. Fighting was not going to get me answers, plus, I was way outnumbered anyway.

“Jason Hunter”, drawled my father, staring frostily at me, the recognition in his eyes poorly hidden by his cold, empty gaze.

I really don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I ripped of my mask. “Dad”, I sarcastically spat out as if something disgusting were on my tongue. All that anger, regret, burning, burning rage was permeated in to that one single word.

The surprise on his face was evident, I guess he didn’t expect me to know who he was. “Do you plan on hurting anybody?”. It was a childish question really, like a kid asking what happens after death. What I did not expect was an answer and definitely not an honest one. “I do plan on hurting a lot of people and let me tell you something. I’ve not made a lot of mistakes, but I never regretted them as much as I regretted you, Jason” the last sentence was spoken softly almost kindly and I think that’s when I snapped out of my trance. He had no right, no right, to tell me that he regretted me in a kind voice, like he actually cared, loved me even. It was despicable. My sudden flinch bought on the attention of the royal dead and one of them gave out a shout. That’s when all hell broke loose.

In one fluid movement I brought out my katanas while my father simultaneously stood on guard with his Blade of humanity. I bought my weapons in front of me, my mask long lost, and I spoke: “This is our fight dad”, again that word spoken so sardonically, “between you and me, just you and me. Leave your dogs and let’s fight, man to man, father to son”.  Said father snarled at me, then raised two fingers outwards. The royal dead instantly calmed and formed a tight circle around us, if you have watched Black Panther, you know what I mean. My father smile cruelly as he gestured at me, “Let’s fight”.

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Black Panther reference

What happened next was series of clangs and clashes as I attacked him, fueled with burning emotion. My father simply parried each strike, just defending. “Coward!”, I screamed at him. “Fight like a man.”

Something changed in his expression because a second later I was the one dodging hits, barely missing the blade. Then one single strike knocked my wrists and send my katanas flying to the ground. I gaped like a fish as I stared at my father and in that one second everything slowed down. I saw the pure maniacal look in his eyes. I felt him pounce on me. I tasted the iron flavor of blood on my tongue as my chin knocked the floor. Then everything was fast again. I quickly scrambled on my back as I saw my father stalk towards me. It was too late. He thrust and I felt the blade pierce my heart. Through my suit I felt the blood pooling around me. I screamed. I screamed in pure agony and pain and gods! it hurt.

You ever felt that moment, that single moment you think you’re going to die? I for sure thought that I was a goner but then something else occurred. Probably something that should, under no circumstances, not be happening. The infinity stone that was in me now, connected with my heart. I let out another ear-shattering cry as my heart magically sewed itself back together. I guess ‘mending your heart’ can actually happen, who would have thought? Through my peripheral vision I saw the royal dead marching out the door, my father leading them. He never turned. His only son bleeding, dying on the floor -putting him there in the first place- and he didn’t even bother to turn around, all that screaming falling on deaf ears. That bastard. Slowly but surely, I got up, pulling the Blade of Humanity from my heart.

I chased after the army jumping from one roof top to another and when I got a clear shot of my him, I jumped straight on him, from the roof mind you, and plunged my katana into him. Unlike his blade, these babies don’t have no superpowers, so when they pierced his heart, he was dead and truly gone.

As the royal dead advanced on me, I crashed the infinity stone on to the ground and watched as the skeletons crumbled to dust. It was only then I noticed how cold I was and how badly I was shaking. I put a shaky hand into my concealed pocket, pulled out my phone and called Steve. I was a long way from home but I knew he would be there, he always was. While I waited for him, I hid in an alley and dialed 911. I may be a heartless killer but I had only ever killed people who had deserved it, drug lords, smugglers, rapists, and such. I knew my father deserved this but maybe I could see to it that he had a proper funeral. Maybe some psychopathic lunatic would cry for him; I sure wouldn’t.

When Steve arrived, I realized he had brought Amie with him, I guess he heard how shaken up I was. They didn’t speak as they walked towards me and saw my fathers body. I stared numbly at Amie as she knelt in front of me and wrapped an emergency blanket around my shoulders. My mind when blank as Steve lead me inside the car and we three spent the whole ride in silence. Back in my dorm I saw Amie give a small nod to Steve and he gave me small shoulder clap before exiting. I turned back to Amie, lord, I am so lucky to have her. “Amie I-”, I started but she interrupted me. “Shhh” she told me, face pinched with adoration. She put a blanket over both of us and proceeded to thread her fingers to my matted hair. It was so soothing I wanted to cry. Turns out I didn’t have time to, in seconds I was fast asleep.

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Murphy’s Law

Posted on by @yourauthor

!Set in NCIS season 13 and is pre-infinity war!

“Crapcrapcrapcrap!” Special agent Percy Jackson muttered under his breath. Percy closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping more than anything that this was a nightmare. Nope. No such luck.

Sighing, Percy shifted his knees again on the cold ground and wrapped his jacket tighter against his friends body, holding him close.

He and his best friend -Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo- decided that they could spare one day to go on a fishing trip. A bit old-fashioned? Definitely. But hey, beats going to laser tag with McGee and his geek buddies. But alas, they could break every single law except Murphy’s. As soon as they had reached the dock, they found out that their boat’s engine had stopped working. They then decided to drive back to D.C but nope somebody forgot to fill the tank. And Percy will not admit to anything! And on top of all that, Tony had declared the trip a no-phone trip so calling someone was out of question too.

Feeling defeated they both had spent a freezing night sleeping on the rough wood of the boat. The next morning, Percy woke up to Tony yelling and writhing in pain. Apparently, during the night a snake had bit him. The puncture wound was puffy red and swollen and noting how Tony’s face contorted in discomfort and pain every 2 seconds, Percy could safely assume that the snake was poisonous.

So he half dragged half carried an unconscious Tony for miles until he reached the main road, which is how he ended up leaning against a tree trunk, Tony slumped against him, wrapped in Percy’s jacket, while the man himself shivered. Since there was nothing else to do other than wait, Percy closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed to every God he knew, hell he prayed to every God he didn’t know, just for someone to drive past them.

Well, he must have been praying really hard, because merely 20 minutes later he heard the whoosh of a car stopping in front of them.

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Now Tony Stark didn’t make it a habit to take his interns on fishing trips but for Peter he would make an exception, because damn that kid was so much more than an intern. And Tony was extremely proud of the person Peter had become, not that he had the courage to tell Peter that.

Feelings aside, Tony softly hummed along with the music playing in the car, while Peter rambled on about a science project that most kids his age wouldn’t have been able understand.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter suddenly yells, pointing out to 2 slumped figures leaning against a bark. Tony’s eyes widened and he quickly stopped the car and got out. “Stay here” he told Peter. Tony jumped out and ran towards the 2 men. It was really sad that even after so long Tony still thought Peter would actually listen. Peter followed.

The younger man’s eyes snapped open. “Oh thank Gods! I thought nobody was ever going to drive past!” he said in relief.

Tony frowned. “What happened? Is he hurt?”. He gestured to the guy’s unconscious companion.

“Yeah” replied Percy. “A snake bit him, it’s definitely poisonous. Would’ve gotten him to the hospital but I don’t have phone or a car”.

“Alright” said Tony (Stark), taking charge. “Come on. Help me get…”

“Tony” the guy replied.

Tony blinked in surprise. “Okay. Help me get Tony into the car.”

Nodding quickly, the guy helped put his friend in the backseat and then turned to Tony. “Thank you…?”

“Tony Stark, nice to meet you”

The guy smirked and replied “Thank you ‘Tony Stark, nice to meet you’. I’m Percy. Could you drop us off at the nearest hospital please? I can get our usual hospital to send medical records over”

“Sure” Tony said and then yelled at Peter who still stood outside the car. “I told you not to get out underoos!”

Blushing Peter got in the front seat with a “Sorry Mr. Stark”, only looking back to mutter “’Names Peter” at Percy.

Halfway into their journey Tony (Dinozzo)’s body convulsed, and foam started to pour out his mouth.

“Go faster dammit!” Percy yelled at his driver, panic seizing him.

He put Tony’s head on his lap and muttered a steady stream of comforting words in his ear.

Now, Tony Stark prided himself to be able to keep his cool in the most bizarre situations but when the other Tony started coughing, these wrenched sounds escaping his throat, he floored it.

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The next hour was a blur to Percy. He remembered reaching the hospital and rushing in, demanding a doctor. Once the doctor arrived, the medical staff whisked Tony away so fast that his head spun. He remembered signing a few things and then Peter coaxing him to sit down in the waiting room while Stark went hunting for coffee and blankets.

Wrapping his fingers around the warm mug, Percy took strength from the heat. He looked up at Tony Stark and gave a small smile in appreciation. The hot brew somewhat cleared his mind and made his thoughts easier to process.

“How long has it been?” He asked Tony, who took a seat beside him.

“About an hour and a half”

Percy’s eyes widened. An hour and a half!? “They shouldn’t be there that long! What are they-“

“Hey calm down alright? The doctors know what they’re doing” Stark assured Percy.

“I’m sorry I just-“ Percy trailed off waving his hands in a frenzy and laughing nervously.

“I know” replied Tony.

Finally, the doctor came and stood in front of them “I am delighted to let you know that Mr. Dinozzo will make a full recovery. The snake was poisonous but only so after the poison reaches the blood stream around the heart. Luckily, you had bought him here just in time for us to stop it. Are you Mr. Jackson?”

When Percy nodded, she continued, “Right. While Mr. Dinozzo will make a full recovery, the hypothermia affected his scared lungs quite a bit. I’m afraid he’ll have to cut down strenuous activity for atleast a month and keep his inhaler on him at all times. We are just clearing up but you will be see him in another 5 minutes, although he is currently unconscious” She gave them a polite smile then scurried off again.

Relief tore throughout Percy’s body as his knees buckled. Slumping in his chair, Percy bowed his head and stared at his hands and wondered when they had started to shake.

Seeing where Percy was looking Tony said, “It’s better they’re shaking afterward then during”.

Percy’s soft smile turned into a terrified one as he heard a voice calling him, “PERCY JACKSON! WHERE ARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU NOT CALL ME?! BURT AND I WERE SO WORRIED AND-“

The line highlighted in bold is a quote from one of my favorite movies. Comment below if you know the movies name!

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Percy Jackson Monologue

Posted on by @yourauthor

Percy was walking around Camp half-blood after Jason’s funeral (AN: See Trials of Apollo). He tried avoiding other campers and as hard as that may seem in a camp of 500 people it really wasn’t that hard, especially when all of those people seemed to want to avoid him too. He wandered mindlessly, too grief-stricken to care about where he was going, and somehow managed to end up in the middle of camp, where it all started.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Percy turned around, only to find his cousin Thalia, the hunters of Artemis and the rest of the campers behind her.

“Look who finally shows up. After the battle is done only then he shows himself, like a coward”

Now Percy didn’t really get offended that easily. He had been called a lot worse before and ‘coward’ was nowhere close but hearing them from the lips of a girl he loved like a sister. A girl who had cried in his arms when she recalled her tragic past. A girl, whom despite being the leader of group notorious for their hate towards males, loved him ever so much. No. She was a *woman* now. A woman who had lost a brother she had loved more than anything in the world.

Swallowing thickly, Percy replied, “Yup definitely a coward. Because I totally did not win a war for you guys and another after that”, trying and failing to keep the bite out of his words.

“Your sick Percy!” She said a single tear sliding down her face.

 “You know what Thalia? You’re right. I am sick. I am sick and tired of people dying. I am so sick and tired of being able to prevent world wars and yet I can’t protect the people I love. You know when I got disowned by Poseidon, everyone’s first question was “What did you do to make him that mad?”. None of you even bothered to ask me why my face was covered in tears. You want to hear the truth? Fine! I was going to serve my country, I applied for the United States Marines Corp and got through training. On my graduation day, can you imagine!, I got a call. Apparently, my parents are dead, “robbery gone wrong” they said. Both my parents, Sally and Paul, shot between the eyes. Next thing I know *dad* doesnt show up for his own wife’s funeral then disowns me! Want to know why? Go ask him! I never got an answer.

You know after being kicked out of here, I went to college, worked a part-time job, and managed to set up education for my sister, whom was apparently in my custody now! (snorts) I never even got my damn certificate, so all my training went to waste. After I got out of college, I worked 2 shifts a day, 7 days a week just to put a roof on me and my sisters head and food on our table. Luckily for us, I landed an impromptu job opportunity at NCIS and moved in with Annabeth. Now for the last 6 years I have been a federal agent, giving justice to families. Something I never got.”

Tears ran down Percy’s face, and he fought hard to keep his emotions in check.

“Now I’ve got a family. A real family, that cares about me. I only ever asked for one thing Thals. I only asked to be recognized. For saving the world countless of times, for giving recognition to minor Gods and their kids. And not by giving me gifts or offering me Godhood. Just by letting me know, that maybe, just maybe, I’m not completely worthless.”

Wiping his face, Percy bent down to kiss Thalia on her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Don’t you ever forget that your loved Thalia Grace. For 8 years I thought about you guys every single day. Don’t you forget that”. He smiled lightly at her then made his way to the camps exit, the crowd of campers and hunters alike, parting for him like the Red sea for Moses.

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NCIS case-fic

Posted on by @yourauthor

DISCLAIMER- I make no profit from this story, this is purely for entertainment purposes. Characters and certain dialogues of the NCIS and Percy Jackson universe belong to their creators respectively.

“Come on Alec help me turn them in. We can close this together. Imagine how far up well get promoted!”

“No! You don’t understand Damien. You know the other guys told me you would do this. Try to get inside my head, turn me away. But I won’t let it happen! I will not betray my brothers!”

“Alec your “brothers” are selling drugs on a US navy ship! Their corrupting you! Come on man, you’re my brother. What happened to semper fi? We are supposed to fight for our country, not against it!”

“you. don’t. get. It.” THUD!

NCIS intro…

At the office

“Come on Tim. Just show us already”.

That was the first thing Ellie Bishop heard when entering the bullpen. Full of curiosity, she walked up to where the 4 boys who crowded around something.                                 

“Show us what?” she asked, looking at the brown package. “It’s the new Firebird laptop. McGee bought the last one.” Explained Palmer.                                                                                “Wait as the Firebird?!”, Bishop was starting to get excited too. I mean who wouldn’t? it was a Firebird!

“Really Probie? You too? 2 of them are more than enough” Tony said and whoops! Found a person who wouldn’t.

“Wait Percy. You’re not excited?” McGee asked, seeming genuinely surprised.

‘No, I’m excited for you. Not for the laptop.” Replied Percy. “I don’t need a fingerprint scanner, and extra storage, my laptop works fine without it. So, I’m happy with mine”.

“Lieutenant Roberts isn’t” Gibs says, walking out of nowhere as usual. “Grab your gear. Dead lieutenant in Norfolk.”

The rest of the agents quickly grabbed their stuff and followed Gibbs to the elevator.

“Oh! Wow. Ok. Good luck! So, I’ll…I’ll just stay here than …”

“You do that Palmer”, was the only reply the poor ME assistant got before the doors shut close and left him alone in the Bullpen.

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At the crime scene

Snap! Snap!

“’k boss, all done here.” Percy said, taking the last photo of the body and standing up.

“Where did McGee go?” asked Bishop.

“Ahh Mc-sea-legs! Well, he got a little seasick” Sounds of puking and dry heaving interrupted Tony’s speech. “As you just heard. He’s a bit under the wheather today”

“Nonsense. The weather is quite splendid today Anthony!”

“Not for poor Timmy back there Duckman” Tony replied.

“TOD Duck?” Gibbs asked impatiently, sending his best get-back-to-work-glare to the rest of the team.

Kneeling down, Ducky bent down to examine the body.

“Well, judging by the early stages of rigor mortis and the barely warm body temperature, I would say our lieutenant was killed barely 4 hours back.”

“COD?” Asked Gibbs.

“Blunt force trauma to the back of the head. The wound suggests the murder weapon could be anything from a baseball bat to a hockey stick. Miss Sciuto will be able to determine that”

“Good work duck. Rest of you finish up here and head back to the office.”

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NCIS headquarters

“Sitrep!” barked Gibbs as he entered the bullpen, effectively cutting off his team’s banter.

All agents gathered around the plasma, and Percy started off, stealing the clicker from a now pouting Tony. “Lieutenant Damien Roberts age 27, joined when he was 18, got along with everybody, and had nothing but praises and glowing recommendations.”.

Stealing the clicker back, Tony continued, “Roberts has no family, parents died when he was 12 in a car crash, his sister, Casandra Roberts and he bounced of foster homes to foster homes. Numerous foster parents said they were well behaved and caused no trouble. The only reason they kept changing homes was because Casandra and Damien refused to be separated.”

“I did some digging and found out that the lieutenant did not really get along with everybody. Or rather, somebody did not get along with him.” Bishop gestured at Tony to click. “Meet Alec Smith, one of the men in Damien’s unit. Apparently, Alec didn’t like Damien’s easy-going attitude and how everybody liked him. Something he had never achieved in his 6 years with the unit. By the way Gibbs, nice tie”

“ok. Good work. Bishop, McGee go check out Roberts’s house. Dinozzo, Jackson go find Lieutenant Alec Smith.”

As Gibbs walked into the elevator on his way to Ducky, he heard a chorus of “on it boss!” that never failed to make him smile.

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In the car

“So where are we going” Tony asked Percy, as the cruised the streets of DC.

Percy checked his phone, “Well according to Smith’s records, he currently works at Jerry’s Motor Oil Services.”

“Ok. Let’s go pay him a visit” Tony said.

Percy winced. “That was such a cliché.”

Opening the sunroof, Tony slipped on his glasses, knowing that Percy was the only one could be himself in front of and not get criticized for it. “It’s not a cliché, it’s a Classic.”

“Oh right. Because a boomer such as yourself would know.” Replied Percy with such an innocent face that the devil himself may have pardoned him. Of course, anyone who new Percy well enough knew *that* face was a whole load of crap.

Following his comment, Tony spluttered weakly, glared at Percy, and then proceeded to change the radio channel to some foreign language sports channel, just to get him back.

Percy’s laughed a full, joyous, belly-laugh. A sound only a few were got the privilege to hear, and Tony thanked his lucky stars for the umpteenth time that he was one of the few.

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At Jerry’s Motor Oil Services

Percy and Tony walked in the small warehouse-like store and spotted Alec quickly.

“Lieutenant Alec Smith?” Tony called out.

 “Not a lieutenant anymore. I’m retired.”, Alec replied as he turned and walked up to them.

“Noted” said Tony mildly. “I’m NCIS special agent Tony Dinozzo, That’s special agent Percy Jackson. Were here to ask you questions regarding Lieutenant Damien Roberts.”

“Damien? What did that guy do kn­­­­ow?” Alec replied quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly, Percy thought.

“Nothing”, Tony said shortly, “He’s dead.” Percy waited patiently, trying to gauge Smith’s reaction.

“What? Wow. I mean I’m not exactly sorry the guy’s dead, but he did save a lot of lives.”

“You’re not sorry that he’d dead?”, interrupted Percy, sharing a glance with Tony.

“Well…ok I’m going to be honest with you..he..he dated my sister, broke her heart too.” Alec said.

“Oh?” Tony said, he was clearly skeptical but played along, nevertheless. “And whats your sister’s name”

Now jittery, Alec replied “Elizabeth Smith”

“Elizabeth Smith? Alright” Tony murmured scribbling down her name on his notepad. Talking the lead Percy asked Smith, “When’s the last time you saw lieutenant Roberts?”

“On the day he broke Elizabeth’s heart, that would be about this time last year. I confronted him and gave him a black eye. And I know,” He placed his hands up as if to avoid any protests “I know that doesn’t look good for me, but I was just doing what any big brother would do.”

“Now, unless you kind officers want anything else, I have to get back to work” Alec finished stiffly and walked away.

“Agents! Were agents not officers!” Tony yelled out but Smith was already gone.

Turning back to Percy, Tony said, “He’s lying”. Percy hummed in agreement. “He’s definitely hiding something. We should check out the girl next. I’ll call Gibbs.”

————————————————————–Time skip—————————————————————-

Autopsy

“Mr. Rogers, I see you have been in quite good health. I wonder who would want to take that away.” Ducky mused, as he expertly handled a piece of tweezers inside of the dead man’s body.

“Someone who didn’t like him very much” replied Gibbs, popping up seemingly out of nowhere.

 “Ah! Perfect timing as usual Jethro.” Countered Ducky. “Exceptionally nice tie, I must say it suits you. But back to the case, my initial theory was right. I had found some fibers of nylon on our lieutenant’s wound. It is clear that the murder weapon was most likely a sports racket of some kind. Mr. Palmer has just gone to give the samples to Abigail. Actually, this reminds me of case I had worked on. It was about a young girl who had by mistakenly hit her brothers head while playing with her mother’s tennis racket. If I remember correctly….”

Swoosh! Autopsy’s doors closed. And Gibbs was gone.

“Oh! Mr. Palmer your back! I was just telling Agent Gibbs a fascinating story about a brother who had died by mistake at his sister’s hands or sister’s racket, as it would be in this case….”

Labby (Abby’s lab)

Gibbs’s ears bled as he walked into Abby’s lab and into the abyss of blaring music.

“Abbs!”, he yelled at her. Turning from she was she was dancing -dancing? Did what she was doing even count as dancing? – she pranced off and turned the music off.

“Oh. Hey Gibbs! Ooo nice tie!”

Gibbs sighed. Why was everyone going after his tie! “Again, with the tie- you know what I don’t want to know” he said exasperated. “Whatcha got Abbs?”

“Right”, Abby replied, getting back on track. “The nylon fibers definitely came from a squash racket. Only one specific company makes their rackets with this type of nylon: Dunlop.”

“Can you find out what racket model?” Gibbs asked.

“I can do better than that. The murder weapon was a DUNLOP Precision Elite 7.0 Squash Racket” she announced proudly. “It’s a pretty old model, so they don’t sell it everywhere. In fact, there is only one warehouse in D.C that sells these anymore. Even better, they don’t deliver. So, if you visit that warehouse and get me a list of people who bought this racket recently, I’ll be able to…”

“Trace the items back to their owners.” Gibbs finished off for her.

“If facial rec. from the CCTV doesn’t work, yes.” Abby confirmed.

“Good work Abbs” Gibbs said, pecking her cheek lightly before walking out of the lab.

Abby skipped back to Major Mas Spec and switched on her music again.

————————————————————–Time skip—————————————————————-On the way to the warehouse

“McGee?” Gibbs asked sharply.

“Yeah boss?” said McGee, wondering what made his usually silent boss or “functional mute” as Tony often described him, speak up.

“Why does everyone think my about my new tie so much?”, Gibbs asked the younger agent, apparently overcoming the internal battle he had seemed to be having.

McGee was surprised at the honest question. “Well boss, everyone knows you don’t really like change, so sometimes even the smallest of changes from you tend to…”.

“What McGee? Spit it out!”.

Sighing McGee turned properly to look at Gibbs. “Tend to make us weary of you. Like we just don’t know what to expect.” Explained the writer, his strong understanding of the English language helping him phrase what he wanted to say.

McGee both mentally and physically prepared himself for the head slap that sure was going to come but surprisingly he felt no twinge at the back of his head. He glanced up at Gibbs who was looking thoughtfully at the road, not that McGee could be sure. Reading Gibbs was like looking at a ball, no matter what angle you looked from it still looked the same.

Realizing there wasn’t going to be any more conversation, McGee looked out his window and got lost in his thoughts. 

————————————————————–Time skip—————————————————————-In the warehouse

Walking in step with each other, McGee and Gibbs looked around the warehouse for the manager. The warehouse itself was quite big, with huge crates stacked up against each other, sterile floors and air that smelt like an airport bathroom. McGee had been to enough of warehouses as a kid, watching his dad walk up and down the aisles then right up again. “Always buy in stock Tim”, McGee recalled his father telling him. That’s when McGee started to hate warehouses. Because all the ‘stock’ would get pushed into his bedroom, taking up all the place.

McGee was shaken out of his musings when mid-thirty’s man in a tweed suit walked up to them, what a second, tweed suit?! Percy and Tony will have a field day with that one!

“Stephen Lange. I heard you were looking for me?” the man spoke in a very crisp British voice, the type of voice that usually indicated a no-nonsense person.

“Yes. Special agent Gibbs” Gibbs tilted his head to McGee. “Special agent McGee. We have a few questions we’d like to ask you.”

After getting a nod from Lange, McGee asked him. “Do you have any CCTV camera?”

Lange snorted. “We’re a warehouse. What do you think? Why? Do you need access?”

“That would be preferable, yes” McGee replied.

“Hmmm follow me” Lange said that began walking at a brisk space towards the checkout point, obviously expecting them to follow. And really, what choice did they have?

Matching his speed, both Gibbs and McGee followed the man. Just as abruptly as he had started walking, Stephen stopped. “Here” he said, handing McGee an iPad.

McGee silently flipped through the camera’s recordings until he reached the day one single ‘DUNLOP Precision Elite 7.0 Squash Racket’ was sold. The face that he saw on the tiny screen was quite surprising.

“Boss!” McGee called out, showing him the picture that came up. “This is James Davis; he was one of men in Smith’s unit.”

————————————————————–Time skip—————————————————————-Back at the Bullpen

“So, what has Damien dating Smith’s sister got to do with Smith getting hit by racket Davis owns?” Asked Percy.

“Maybe Smith got mad at him for breaking his sisters heart and asked Davis to kill lieutenant Roberts? Though Gibbs is still interrogating Davis” Replied Tony.

“Already done. He said nothing” stated Gibbs walking into the Bullpen with McGee.

“Nothing?”

“Nope” this time it was McGee who had answered. “He just kept saying “We will overcome””

“We? So, there’s more than one person. That’s no bueno.” Replied Percy.

“Maybe” McGee responded. “Or maybe it was all Gibberish. Tox results show he was high on something at the time of the murder.”

So far during the whole conversation, Bishop had sat quietly. She replayed what they had said again in her head and that’s when it hit her. She jumped up suddenly and pointed at Percy. “Wait! Go back. You said Damien dated Smith’s sister?”

“Yeah” said Percy. “We even checked up on Elizbeth she confirmed it. Didn’t spend too many tears on it though.”

“Of course, she wouldn’t! Lieutenant Roberts couldn’t have dated Smith’s sister!”

Being the extremely smart person he was, Percy replied with a highly intelligent “Huh”.

Bishop huffed in frustration. “Here look!” she displayed the pictures McGee and she had taken of Alexander’s house. “Look at these books. Their titled “How to “come out” in the Navy” and “Ten reasons to keep your sexuality a secret in the Corps”.”

Seeing they were not convinced yet, Bishop tried again, “And you know all those past girlfriends the sister talked about? Well, I dug a bit deeper, and it turns out Damien has never even dated much less have a girlfriend. The only person he actually dated was a boy in high school. Smith lied to you. Robert couldn’t have dated his sister because is gay.”

The revelation struck everybody.

As usual Tony was the first to break the silence. “Well Damn!” He whistled.

Suddenly an officer ran into their workspace. “Agent Gibbs?” He asked. McGee pointed at Gibbs.

“Agent Gibbs. I was told this message needed to be delivered to you ASAP. Lieutenant Conner Sherman has been detained in Quantico for possession of drugs”

“Lieutenant Conner Sherman”, Percy muttered. He scrunched his eyebrows up trying to find the connection. “Oh! He’s one of the men in Smiths unit”

Turning towards the officer, who was still waiting, leg bouncing nervously he said, “Thank you officer”.  It was a clear sign of dismissal.

Tony thought out loud: “4 men in a unit. One’s dead. One has the murder weapon. One claims to have beef with the victim. One is arrested for drug possession. This is starting to look like…”

“Murder on the Orient Express!” finished Percy with wide eyes.

Also sporting wide eyes, Tony turned to Gibbs. “Boss I think it’s time we broke rule number 1.”

Gibbs raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused. “You ganna screw me over Dinozzo?”

“What? No! the other rule number 1. It’s time to let our suspects know we have the upper hand”

“But we don’t” said McGee naively.

“But we don’t let them know that” Percy said grinning at Tony…who grinned right back.

————————————————————–Time skip—————————————————————-Interrogation

The 3 lieutenants, Alec Smith, Conner Sherman, James Davis, sat straight in their chairs, stewing for their interrogation. Alec, being the pompous person he was, put on a cocky face full of false bravado. On the other hand, Conner and James sweated nervously, looking like kids sent to the principal.

The door swung open, and Percy and Tony walked in.

Putting on his best false cheery face, Percy greeted them, “Alec! Whats sup my man? Oh, how you doing Conner? Hey James!”

Alec stood up. “I want my lawyer.

“Aww but we didn’t even charge you with anything!” Tony exclaimed, leaning down on the table on his elbows.

Alec flushed but stood his ground.

“Tell you what, we’ll make a little deal…well except you don’t really have a choice in it. Me, and my very happy partner” Tony gave a little wave. “who is by the way very happy to put you jerk faces into prison, are going to talk for now. And then after that you will talk. So, sit” Percy’s voice had gradually changed from false friendliness to hatred.

Alec reluctantly sat.

“Good. So, tell me now, did you kill lieutenant Damien Smith because he was gay or because he got too close to your little drug ring?” Asked Tony. All the suspects were surprised at his bluntness.

“I had nothing against him for being gay! I swear! He wasn’t supposed to be killed. He was supposed to join us…” Protested Conner Sherman desperately.

“Shut up, Conner! Keep your damn mouth shut!” interrupted Smith vehemently.

“Oh? Hiding something Smith?” Percy asked with a smirk.

“I want my lawyer!”

“Mhmmm nah. Still didn’t charge you with anything” replied Tony, clearly enjoying himself as much as Percy.

Suddenly Smith exploded. He launched himself over Percy and even managed to get a punch in before agents came rushing in the room and handcuffed him.

Percy grimaced as he touched his split lip that was bleeding. He looked over at Smith, his lip making his grin seem effortlessly evil. “Well, I guess we’ll have to add ‘Assaulting a federal officer’ along with “Lying to federal officer’ and ‘illegal drug trafficking’ to your list of offences, huh?”.

————————————————————–Time skip—————————————————————-Back in the Bullpen (after a long day’s work)

“Soo, I guess the world is safe from one less drug ring” Said Bishop, switching off her computer.

“Until one more comes and replaces it” Percy snarks back. “But seriously though, who starts a frickin drug ring on a US Navy ship!?”

McGee snorts. “You know what my dad would have said? He would have said, ‘The world is turning more into a circus every day. The goal is to be a viewer not to join the circus of madness’” He puts up a fake deep voice when he quoted. “Dear old dad. Your words of wisdom are really something” he says only half teasing.

Everyone laughs and then Percy apologizes. “Sorry guys, can’t join for beers today, I’m taking my lovely fiancée to dinner”

“Were not going out for beers today, McGee agreed to show me the ropes on his Firebird” Bishop said already getting excited at the prospect.

“Ah about that! McGoo, can I borrow your laptop? Zoe says she really wanted one and I was hoping to…”

“Didn’t you say it was ‘a piece of junk’ Dinozzo?” Said Gibbs emerging from nowhere and also getting ready to leave.

“Ah, boss well you see…”

And the whole group erupted in laughter again.

Bishop replayed what they had said again in her head and that’s when it hit her. She jumped up suddenly and pointed at Percy. “Wait! Go back. Did you say you’re taking your fiancée out for dinner?!”

Percy grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I did. I proposed yesterday. Figured I’d postponed the announcement to after this case.”

“OMGGGG!!! PERCY!” Abby squealed and jumped over to hug her friend. After her, Percy got hugged and wished by everybody including the janitor! No not the one that pulled a gun on the team last time, a new one!

As everyone cheered and celebrated, Director Leon Vance stood on top off the staircase and looked down at his agents wondering how on earth he had managed to get so lucky.

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Of new friends and old

Posted on by @yourauthor

Percy’s POV

He has to go. He’s running. The officers on scene are yelling at everyone to get back. Debris is flying. Time feels like an eternity. He can hear the rest of the team running behind him. But he won’t stop. He couldn’t.

He knows that they shouldn’t have done. He knows that he should’ve argued with Gibbs; told him there was no way they could go in without backup. But he didn’t. It wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t have known, he kept telling himself, but some messed up part of him thought it was his own fault.

Half an hour earlier

You see, we had gotten a tipoff from a source, claiming that Parsa was in town, so naturally we went to check it out, only there were 4 buildings.

We had been out of manpower and everyone thought ‘Hey! Its team Gibbs they’ll manage it’. And we did…. Or rather, we are still doing. For 1 building, it would have taken at least a team of 4 agents to cover. Unfortunately for us, there were 4 buildings and 5 agents. Now I know what your thinking, 4 to 5, whats the big deal. Let me tell you, BIG DEAL. We didn’t know, in which building Parsa was, we didn’t know on what floor he was, we didn’t know how he looked like now, hell, we weren’t even sure If he was there at all. And to add to all of that, Bishop was still probie, so she had to tag along with Gibbs. Then it was down to 4;4, which in my business, one person per each 30 floored building?.. it’s not good.

So here I am, in my building, on the 15th floor, checking out every nook and conner, proceeding with extreme caution. My gun arm’s dead from being raised consistently for the past 2 hours,

(and staying up 21 hours before that). I’m exhausted, hungry, and ready to just crawl under a rock and die. Of course, when Gibbs’s voice rings out on my walkie talkie, asking if we’re fine, I obviously answer with yes. Its only when, McGee’s voice responds as well, I start to worry. Not because of McGee’s response but rather because of Tony’s lack of response.

“Dinozzo?” Gibbs calls out again, his gruff voice laced with irritation.

No response.

Then I heard some crackling from Tony’s side.

“Boss I think…BOOM!”……

“Tony!” all 4 of us yell. I think we heard it before we saw it.

I quickly looked outside the nearest window, and yup, my fears were confirmed.

Tony’s building collapsed; the explosion could be heard from a mile away.

Without a second thought, I ran down 15 floors down, not caring for my own fatigued body.

I can hear Gibbs barking out orders and McGee’s frantic yelling, but I don’t care. Tony can’t be dead… he just couldn’t.

Tony’s POV

I had been roaming around the building for hours, trying to find any indication of Parsa but with no avail. That’s when I heard the beeping noise.

Oh crap-

I had to warn the others! Opening my radio I responded to Gibbs’s call “ Boss I think-“.

The words we have a problem never left my mouth. All I could hear was a boom and then the pain arrived.

Present time

Tony’s POV

I can’t breathe. Oh my god I can’t breathe. Forcing myself to take deep breaths, I tried to assess my situation, through the haze of pain. I have never been Claustrophobic, due to spending my childhood alone and in the dark, but the pain, huh the pain was another thing.

It was like the raging sea crashing against a cliff. Unmerciful, unforgivable. Coming and going. But when it hit, it hit hard. It was so excruciating and worse than anything I’ve felt before.

I think something impaled my side. I looked down and almost gagged. There was a lot of blood. Too much. I wonder if I would ever see my team again. I breathed out hard. I’m sorry Perce.

And I let the darkness claim me.

Percy’s POV

My heart is pounding in my chest, threatening to burst out. I know any drained person should not be running at break-neck speed to a smoking unstable, collapsed building, but hey, there’s a first time for everything right? ‘yeah, surprise, surprise, Tony’s dead’ a snide voice comments in my head. ‘no, no don’t think like that. I bet Tony’s just waiting for you to come and meet him in the building with that god help me annoying grin of his’, another voice admonished, this time gentler and more understanding. I shoved both intruders out of my head and focused on pumping my legs faster. My breath hitched when I saw the damage and the ruble that was once a building. There was no way any human could have survived that… right?

Forcing myself to stay engaged at the task at hand, I ignored the disaster team calling me,

 “Oyy! Where you going?! The buildings not stable yet you idiot!”. I just ran faster. When I got in the building I started shouting, “Tony!”, and just when my throat was raw and I couldn’t scream anymore, I heard it. “Percy?” Tony’s voice was weak and softer than ever before, yet his voice was a choir of Gods Angels to me. “Tony! Can you hear me bud? Don’t worry I’m coming, just hang in there buddy,”. “Ok”, was the faint reply I got.

Renewed with determination, I follow up the direction of the voice. Just as I was about to call out again, I saw expansive Italian shoes, now covered with dust and grime, poking out of what seemed to be a humungous pile of rubble. “Tony?”, I called out hesitantly.

“Here”, this time Tony’s reply was weaker than before and that worried me more than anything. Not caring anymore, I dug my fingers under any chunk of concrete I could find and started pulling frantically. I found him! He’s not dead. Oh my god he’s alive.

Finally, I managed to get most of rubble from on top of Tony!…..only to see a broad pillar pinning him down. Tapping Tony’s cheek to wake him up, I whispered, “hey bud you with me?”

I waited for a nod. “Good, look cowboy, I know this is going to hurt a bit, but I need you push when I say so; we gotta get this thing off you, ok?”. Another affirmative. “Ok, at the count of 3. 1…..2……3..Push!” I pulled as hard as I could and I could feel Tony pushing, “Come on!” I grunted, gritting my teeth.

Boom! With the last tug, the whole pillar came clean off, almost smashing me.

Finally! However, my whoop of joy was cut short when I saw the amount of blood seeping down Tony’s side.My breath caught in my throat. I let my hands hover above the wound for a few seconds before I looked up saw Tony’s weak eyes fixed on me. “Its not as bad as you think. I mean, I could swear Gibbs hits me harder, right?” Tony’s says. I shake my head at him, but I can’t stop the smile that stretches across my face. His attempt at levity lightens up the situation considerably.

“Come on, let’s get you up and out of here” I say to him. Offering him a hand, I help Tony get up and lean on me, his weight mostly on me. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, I can see that we’re both struggling. Walking slowly and cautiously, we take a long time to reach halfway to the exit. Suddenly, we hear voices. Definitely more than 2 people.

Slowly, we walk across, and I tap on the slab of rubble that blocks a door.

Glancing at Tony, (who just shrugs) I knock loudly. “Hello?! Anyone in there?”

“Ye we’re here, can you get us out?” a girl, by her voice not very old.

“Maybe. How many of you are in there?” I reply.

“Three including me. My name’s Riley by the way” she-Riley shouts back.

“Percy” I tell her “can you get yourself and your friends as far as possible from the door?”

“Sure. Do it quick though one of my friends is hurt”

“Copy that” I say. I look over at Tony, who has a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. Not good. “Tony? Come on man”, I lean him against a nearby wall and let him slump down.

Next, I take a stray pipe from my side and hit as hard as I can on the rubble. 3 hits and lot of arm strength later, the wall of wreck falls apart. The dust settles and I can see who I had rescued.

MacGyver’s POV

‘Stupid, stupid stupid!’ I yell at myself in my head. We had been made by Nikki. We could all smell a trap as soon as we got to the building, but the bomb? Now that was very unlike Nikki.

Now we were stuck inside a collapsed room, with a bleeding Jack-oh-it-doesn’t-hurt-that-much-Dalton. “So, any great ideas of yours Mac?” Riley’s breaks through my reverie.

‘’Working on it” I reply back, and sad enough, for once in my crazy life, I’m stumped.

The thing is, if I was here alone and I was stumped, I would’ve taken my time to focus and measure my situation. But I’m not alone, and if we happen to die it’s my fault.

Riley’s POV

Ugh! Stupid stupid stupid! I know I shouldn’t have asked the question, but I couldn’t help it. Now all I did is make Mac guilty that he can’t get us out of here. Good job riles!

Sighing, I shift a bit and increase the pressure I’m putting on jacks wounded shoulder.

He’s not looking to great now, and his humor was long gone. When we heard the banging on the (now very heavy and thick) door, we all jumped. Motioning Mac to take my place, I answered the shout that came through. “Ye we’re here, can you get us out?” I asked.

And when the voice came back with some hope, I thought, well maybe I don’t have to be 5 feet under yet. Focusing again, I reply to the guy’s latest question, “Three including me. My name’s Riley by the way”. And when he- Percy shouts back, Mac and I help move jack as far as possible from the door. “Sure. Do it quick though one of my friends is hurt” I say back glancing anxiously at Jack, who was barely managing to stay awake.

In one, two, three! And we could finally see who rescued us.

The first thing I saw, was green eyes blinking worriedly at me.

Stepping up, I questioned, “You Percy?”.

He grinned voluminously at, “The one and only”.

hmm if he is trying to flirt, its not working, or maybe that’s just because he’s not my type. Handsome? sure but not my type. In fact he looked a lot like Mac except with green eyes and jet black hair. My thoughts interrupted by Mac “Hey can we get a move on? I’m not sure how long Jack’s going to last.”, his worry was infectious and soon enough we were all tense again.

“Yeah, follow me. Just be careful where you step, the guy in the front told me the building is still unstable.” This Percy dude replied.

MacGyver’s POV

“The one that you promptly ignored?” said another voice.

I whipped my head, there was another person in the room? Wow I must be more gone than I realized. “and you are?” I asked the guy. He was slumped against a wall, canvassed in blood.

“Very special agent Anthony Dinozzo, at your service, oh wait actually not at your service, maybe later though…..” his weak voice trailed off. My brow furrowed. Special agent? Why were there agents…? Looking back up I realized that Percy had managed to get agent Dinozzo’s arm over his shoulder and was preparing to take slow cautious steps. Meanwhile, I helped Riley support jack (who was unconscious at this point), between us two.

Sluggishly, our party and extended guests stumbled across the rubble, trying to support our respective friends who were fighting death.

Percy’s POV

Finally! Fresh air! We reached the exit and I only just managed not to collapse. Handing Tony over the paramedics, I was going to check on our new friends, when Tony’s hand clutched my jacket. I turned towards the medical gurney, Tony didn’t even need to say anything out loud, his eyes spoke volumes. “I’ll be there when you wake up” I promise, squeezing his hand.

That was all it took; the trust was imperishable. Tony closed his eyes and succumbed into the blissful darkness.

I sighed and looked for the people I rescued, trying to avoid the team. I really didn’t need Gibbs yelling in my face right now. Scrubbing my hand over my eyes, I spotted a very pissed of Gibbs looking around for me. Oh no. I duck down the nearest car and watch as my Boss starts yelling out orders to the rest. Poor Tim and Bishop.

“Hiding from something?”, the voice startled me out of my worry. “someone.” I correct … “Wait, what was your name again?”

“MacGyver”

“Oh nice to meet you then Mr. MacGyver, of course not in the best circumstances…” I shrug. What did he want me to say? “Your friend!” I suddenly remember, snapping my fingers.

“What about him?” replies Riley this time.

“He was hurt, wasn’t he? He didn’t look so good when I saw him”, to be honest I was genially concerned, the guy looked like hell when I saw him last. “Jack’s fine!” MacGyver snaps back. Ookkaayy someone’s grumpy. “Where’s …Jack going to? I can give you a ride to the hospital if you want?” I respond. Hey, what can I say, I’m a nice guy.

“No, its fine that won’t be necessary, thanks. Well,” Riley claps hands together. “we better go. Thanks for rescuing us and all … sooo”, she pulled Mac’s hand and walked away.

Huh. That was unexpected. Well, boss is going to give me hell for the stunt I pulled but right now I need to see Tony. Preferably BEFORE he signs himself out with AMA.

Grabbing a taxi, I head over to Bethesda and into the hands of pissed off grizzly bear Gibbs.

Back at Phenix Foundation head quarters

Riley’s POV

“So, how is he?”, I ask anxiously, biting my bottom lip.

“In surgery, his condition is critical” Patty said, as blunt as ever.

However, her eyes softened when she saw Mac’s worried look.
“He’ll be fine, doctors say he should be back in the field in a week” she reassured us.

“Can we see him?” Mac asked. As soon as I saw Patty beginning to shake her head I interrupted. “He’s not contagious, he’s not insane, he’s not going to burst out in tears if we see him” I said sharply, ticking off the points with my fingers. Time for the knockout. ‘and I promise I won’t let Mac blow anything up for the missions without Jack”. Gotcha!

Thornton sighed, “Follow me.” Winking at Mac, who just shook his head and grinned, I followed Thornton, to medical bay.

MacGyver’s POV

I can’t believe Nikki would do this to me! I mean before, she couldn’t even look me straight in the eye and shoot me, now she leads me on a wild goose chase and blows up the frickin building! I can’t figure what her game is. Sure, we don’t know that it was her who actually blew building…but still there was no one else that could’ve…. the federal agents! The one who rescued us, Percy I think he said, and agent …Dinozzo, what were they doing there. Hmm maybe they were FBI? He would have to check that out with riley later.

But first priority, Jack. I reminded myself. As me and Riley walked up to his medical bed, I see jacks body attached to many wires. The sight made my blood boil.

“Hey hoss” Jacks weak voice said.

“Hey, how’re you holding up?” I reply moving closer.

“Good”. There was silence. So many things to say.

“Hmm”, Jack coughed, “Riley could you give us a min…?” he asked apologetically.

Thankfully, she understood, “Yup ok. Good to see not dead jack” she said giving him a smile and leaving the room.

“Sooo, how are you really?” I asked him. Jack could never keep secrets from me.

“Feels like I got run over by a truck” he admitted. I snorted, fiddling with a paperclip.

“Are you okay? You know with Nikki and all”

“I’m fine…”

“But…?” jack prompted.

“Theres no but.” Jack raised an eyebrow in incredulity.

I sighed he knew me so well. “But if she put you here, she’s going to pay”.

“Mac, we don’t even know if it is her who made the building go kaboom”

 “Maybe but think about it who else would know we were going to be there!” I was now pacing the room with frustration.

“You love her” it wasn’t a question.

“No” I forced myself to say. “She has hurt enough people. She needs to be stopped. And now”

“Mac just calm down ok? Its ok bud we’ll get her”. Jack’s voice is soothing, and soon enough it calms me down. “I’ll get her Jack, not we, she’s my responsibility.”

“Uh no, remember Hoss, you go Kaboom I go Kaboom” Jack grinned.

I laugh; I can’t help it. “Ok jack.”

Back at Bethesda

Percy’s POV

“Family of a Anthony Dinozzo?”, a nurse in uniform asks. “Here” I jump up following her to Tony’s room.

“Hey man” I greet him softly.

He smiles back. “Hey, nurse do you think you could turn down the IV, I need some time with my bud here”, he says looking at the elderly nurse hopefully.

“Only 20 minutes” she warns us, turning off Tony’s IV and scuttling out of the room, to do whatever the hell nurses do when they’re not torturing patients.

“You ok?” I ask as soon as she’s gone.

“Yup as fit as a fiddle as a fiddle-”“and as right as rain”, I finish laughing.

My eyes softening, I look at my surrogate brother, “You ok?”

Tony sighs, “Just bone tired, speaking of which you didn’t get any sleep for more than 2 days” he accused.

“So you’re going to plonk your ass on that sofa and sleep until I say so.”

“Tony-” I pretested. “sleep” he said firmly.

I laid down on the sofa and thought maybe I’ll just close my else for a few minutes. And before I knew it, I was dreaming of being taught quantum physics by a bunch off unicorns.

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Rule no. 5

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“Why did you recruit them?” Matty Webber, Head of the Phoenix foundation, and an old friend of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, asked. “’coz they were good” replied Gibbs, nursing a glass of bourbon.  “I thought you only take the best”, questioned Matty, arching an eyebrow at Gibbs. Gibbs gave her a small smile, almost as he was smirking.

 “I do. I’d be breaking rule number 5 over and over if I didn’t hire them.”

“Oh yeah? And whats rule number 5?” said Matty.

“You don’t waste good. You of all people should know that director Webber.” His voice turned softer as he spoke and it was clear he ended the conversation.

So both Matty and Gibbs went back to watching the CCTV cameras showing the bullpen. Matty could see agent Dinozzo throwing paper balls at his co-workers and wondered how such a goofball, womanizer, prankster of a person could manage to worm his way into the grumpy Gibb’s heart, be the closest thing he ever had to a son and be the best god-damned agent Gibbs has ever worked with.

Webber was shaken out of her musings when she saw another agent walk into the bullpen and collapse (rather dramatically) on his desk, groaning theatrically with a “life hates me”.

She watched as Dinozzo made his way to the young agent and sat on his desk talking full speed about god-knows-what and for the first time, Matty actually saw a person being able to keep up with this chatty agent. Wow! He must be extraterrestrial!

Hitting the mute button, she looked questioningly at Gibbs. “who is he?”  she asked immediately.

If she recalled all their conversations correctly, Gibbs had never mentioned having another agent on his team. Well, if you could call 30 seconds of a one-sided conversations, with a few grunts and replies here and there a “conversation”. To be honest, the only reason this conversation was even going so long is because Gibbs is drinking. “why do you want to know?” replied Gibbs, as gruff as ever.

“Because I want to kidnap, lock him in a cell with no doors and sell him to aliens.”, Matty said, deadpanned. “Come on Gibbs, do I look like I’m going steal him? And don’t even tell me its classified or ‘need to know’ I have a higher security clearance than even you.”

A long moment of silence stretched by.

“Its not classified” he said at last. “His name is Percy Jackson. Specials in battle tactics and tactical strategy. He runs most of the ops in MTAC. He’s one of the best agents I worked with and is second in command after Dinozzo.”. Gibbs looked her straight in the eye. I appreciate you coming Matty. Better you then the other stupid, smug bastards of the CIA. But I can tell you this. As long as one of those people are there you and the CIA do not need to worry about us.”

“You put a lot of faith in them’”, Matty finally replied.

“ I do”

“And do they have faith in you? Do they trust you?” Matty fired back.

Gibbs’s face remained stoic but Matty had known him long enough to see the tightness in his eyes; like he was debating telling her something.

Apparently, he had made up is mind, because if possible he had turned even more serious, eyes boring into hers, like he could right into her soul.

“Oh they trust me. DOD agent Richard Parsons” Gibbs said the name like there was something revolting on his tongue. “He dug some skeletons out of my closet claiming I was ‘obstructing justice’” He put the words ‘obstructive justice’ in air quotes. “Was about to arrest me too. But my team stepped in. Took the blame and turned in their badges. Agent Jackson had the most to lose. He and his girlfriend need their combined salaries to pay rent. But he did it anyway. When we got called back, we found him flipping burgers.” Gibbs’ voice was soft and fond, in a way Matty had never heard it before.

Suddenly, the both looked at the screen and burst out laughing. All 4 NCIS agents stood in front of the camera, arms folded, and talking directly at them. Matty smirked and hit the unmute button just in time to hear agent Dinozzo say “Really boss? You know if your lady friend wanted to look at me she could have just asked”. Behind him agent Jackson snorted and replied. “I swear Tony! Your ego is as big Dr. House!”

“Wait a second now. Do not underestimate Dr. House. The guy’s a classic!”

“Maybe to you! The dude’s a psycho”

Gibbs rolled his eyes fondly at his agents as the continued to bicker completely forgetting that they were still watching and listening. Turning back to Matty he said “Its good to see you Matty but I think you should go”

This time Matty didn’t even protest. She just smiled softly and took her leave.

Rule 5: You don’t waste good

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My brother is a total badass!

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Let me paint you a picture. Imagine you’re in a classroom, more precisely, a classroom made for 6 year olds. Think of tiny, colorful chairs and desks; abstract fingerprint drawings pinned on the walls; the alphabet and their corresponding pictures; the teacher’s desk in one corner and whole bunch of squealing kids sitting in their chairs, fidgeting under the watchful eyes of their parents.

In the US, it is career day- a day where parents come to school to discuss their jobs with students, whether the kid is hiding their head in embarrassment, watching their parent talk about marketing or beaming and bragging about who cool it is to have a dad as a firefighter.

At present, 6 year old Estelle was one of those wild little kids. Her brother, Percy Jackson was a federal agent who worked for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service and she was quite proud of him. The little princess, as Percy often took to calling her, sat in the front of the class, currently jabbering to her friends about God-knows what.

Meanwhile, the group of parents stood at one side of the classroom, discussing business and waiting for the one person still yet to come and present their job.

All of a sudden, there was big, burly man in the doorway, waving his shotgun vividly. A few kids screamed, and parents hugged their kids protectively. Shooting his gun once into the air, the gunm23wwan waited for the inevitable silence that was going to come.

And sure in enough the room exploded with a deafening silence.

Grinning wickedly, the desperado said, “Now that is taken care of, why don’t you all come down here and kneel down like good little dogs, eh?”.

“Oh, I don’t think so, buddy.” A new voice replied.

The gunman turned around and came face to face with deadly end of a gun.

“What?! Where is…?”

Snorting Percy responded, “Where are the 3 thugs that were supposed to ‘guarding’ the door? You see, I actually met them on the way here, and I might have accidentally tripped them. Now, by reasons that absolutely have no connection to me at all, they are all lying on the floor unconscious”

Tough guy gaped at him, opening, and shutting his mouth like a goldfish.

“Sorry about that by the way” Percy added as an afterthought.

“Now, could you please put the gun down and kick it as far as possible. No actually lets make this interesting, for every extra meter you kick the gun away from you, the one less bone I break in your body if you try to move, savvy?”

Taking out his hand cuffs, he cuffed the petty criminal and sat with him until Percy could hear the police sirens.

Nodding to teacher Percy said, “Well, I guess you’ll have to be continuing Career day without me”.

And with that flourish, Percy kissed Estelle’s cheek, promised to take her out for ice-cream later and exited the class.

He never noticed the half proud have smug look on Estelle’s face, as she looked at her friends with a ‘I told you so’ expression.

CLARIFICATION

Yes Percy’s a federal agent.

No he is not a demigod anymore

Yes Annebeth is still his girlfriend

No he doesn’t have contact with any of the seven.

Yes this is a crossover with NCIS

Yes Estelle is still Percy’s sister

His mom and Paul are dead

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Recruiting a crazy fed?

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“Is anyone else getting déjà vu?”, Jack Dalton asked. He, Mac, Riley, Bozer and Matty were currently sitting in the war room looking at the plasma that was displaying a video. In response to Jack’s question, Mac slowly raised his hand. Together, the watched as a young fed was forced to save the bounty hunter who was pointing a gun at him just a few minutes earlier.

In the video-

“Yo guys”, the fed greets the 12 mountains of men who were all armed to the teeth.

“You! You’re the guy that killed El Tonio!”, the leader of the gang.

“Wait that’s his name? Huh. I just called him stupid before I blew his brains out” His opponent growled and made a move as if to lunge at the agent. With lightning speed reflexes, he pulled out a concealed gun, that nobody realized he had, and cocked it against his own head. “Uh uh. I would stop right there young man” the fed mocked. “You forget that I work with bounty hunter, Momma Regina and I know all of her dirty little secrets. So, if you ever want to see that info again, your ganna let everybody go, get rid of your thugs and we can talk. Just you and I” at this point the Phoenix team knew he was bluffing but the bad guy didn’t know that and that worked well for the agent. Just then the SWAT team came bursting in and the screen went black.

As usual jack was the first one to break the silence. “Sooo, either the guy has some serious expierence or he’s got a death wish”.

Matty sighed and looked over her team. “That’s NCIS special agent Percy Jackson. He works with one of the most prestigious teams in the alphabet soup. Jackson is one of the youngest agents in the agency and the fact that he works alongside special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs (whom I am sure you know by reputation) for over 4 years, makes him as just as valuable as any agent on that team. “You sound like you know him personally”, Mac said phrasing the statement more like a question. “I do. Team Gibbs as they are known” she paused to show them a picture of the team. “Knows me as Carol Wilson who works the CDC”.

“How do you know them?” asked Bozer. Her eyes far away Matty responded, “I went to college with their Forensic scientist, Abigail Sciuto, I helped the team on a couple of cases over the years”. “And they don’t really know you? Only Carol?” Matty looked at him straight in the eye. “Yes, Jack only Carol Wilson” “Ahem” Mac cleared his throat. “Sorry Matty but what has this got to do with us?”

“I want to recruit him blondie” Matty said simply. “Wait a minute like recruit as in on our team?” Riley interrupted.

“Yes, you got a problem with that miss Davis?” she replied giving Riley her the Matty death stare. Riley gulped and murmured, “No ma’am”.

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Captivity

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The camera was switched on, the blinking red light looking like something out of a horror movie. Special agent Percy Jackson was bound and kneeling down on the cold, hard and dirty floor n the basement somewhere in US. His captors (there were three of them) stood guarding the door with AK-47s. Captor 1 (presumably the leader) pressed his gun on Percy’s temple. looking at the camera he said, “You have 36 hours, get me 5 million US Dollars. Call once you have the money. I’m sure your computer nerds can figure out my number.” As he was about to cut the video, Percy groaned dramatically. “Shut up!” Captor 1 said. Of course, Percy didn’t. “No way dude. 5 million? You offend me! Now I for one think I’m worth much more-” Percy was cut off by Captor 1 swinging his gun against the side of Percy’s jaw. Hard. Stars burst in front of him as Percy felt his jaw dislocate.

“I said shut up” Captor 1 spoke again. He reached out with his left hand and Captor 2 handed him another gun and oh. Uh oh. Percy’s eyes widened as he realized that the gun was his service weapon. Captor 1 forced the muzzle of Percy’s gun into Percy’s mouth. Percy really couldn’t do anything to fend for himself as spark of pain travelled down his body. He froze when his captor cocked the gun inside his mouth.

The guy must have sensed some of Percy’s fear because he chuckled darkly and brought his right hand up (the one with captors own gun) and once again brought his gun down Percy’s face. This time Percy had to fight really, really hard not to cry out as his jaw sparked in pain. The hit also smashed his lip in to the gun in his mouth causing it to split and pour out blood. Percy glared in defiance. Captor 1 smirked again and removed his gun from Percy’s mouth, uncocked it and proceeded to wipe the blood and saliva of his gun on Percy’s cheek.  

“Oh I’m going to have fun breaking you” he said sadistically, before cutting the video.