Cait and Gibbs, K - I - S - S - I - N - G

Or Kate and Gibbs, if you prefer. Most people spell Cait's name as Kate, although her full name is Caitlyn.

Anyway, I put together a little stop motion video of some "steamy" scenes from the first episode of NCIS - Yankee White, put some hopefully amusing dialog to it, and you can watch it below. I'd intended to add a minute or so of footage from a future episode in which they're on board a sub which makes an emergency blow to the surface, sending Cait into Gibb's arms where she remains for a couple of minutes of screen time, but this way of creating videos is very time consuming, and I wanted to see if anyone's even going to bother to watch it, before I spend any more time on this type of thing.

So if you like - please comment.

NCIS: Requiem Final Scene Rewritten

Author's note: I love the fact that Tony's the hero in this, but in the "real world" there are problems with this ending, which I've tried to fix.


Requiem: The Finale
(NCIS Rewritten)
by Gale Force

All hell broke loose.

"Get in the car," Gibbs yelled. He and Maddie sprinted for the car, got in. Gibbs floored it and the tires shrieked as the car backed out of the hangar. Even as the bullets whined past his head he had his plan. Fishtail to the left, gun the car, drive the hell out of here.

Didn't work. Some of those bullets must have cut a brake line...damn brakes weren't working!

The car zoomed off the back of the seawall at speed and started sinking immediately.

Gibbs cut the engine.

"Gibbs," gasped Maddie, "What are we going to do?"

Desperately she tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge. The dark, clear water had already enveloped them, it pressed against them, trying to get in. There were three bullet holes in the windshield...a thin trickle ran down the inside of the glass.

"Stay calm, Maddie," said Gibbs, calmly. "I'll kick out..."

He tried to lift up the steering wheel, which had dropped into his lap. It wouldn't lift up. What the hell? He yanked...and yanked... nothing. Gibbs suppressed a great deal of swearing. Maddie mustn't panic.

Maddie was banging her shoulder against the door futility. "It won't open! It won't open!"

"Stop it, Maddie," Gibbs ordered. "It's the water pressure. Too much pressure. The doors are sealed shut. You won't be able to open the door."

She stopped trying, her breath coming in deep gasps.

"Try to breathe a bit more shallowly, Maddie," Gibbs said with a bit of a grin. "We've got air but it won't last long the way you're going through it."

She stared at him, wide-eyed, but made a conscious attempt to breathe slower.

The water was up to his ankles now. He could feel its coldness, like cold, skeletal fingers, ready to draw him down.

" Listen to me carefully," he told her, calmly. "Bullets don't penetrate water very well. At least, not those shot from pistols. So this is what you have to do. You unroll the window, and you let the water come in. It will come in in a rush. As soon as it's filled the entire car, you'll be able to get out through the window. You swim like hell for the surface, but at an angle, away from the seawall. You surface only enough to catch a breath, and then you go down about four or five feet and swim like hell. Any time you need to surface you make it quick, then you get back down. Just keep on swimming."

"But what about you?" demanded Maddie.

"Don't worry about me," said Gibbs. "I'll be right behind you. But whatever you do, don't stop swimming."

She put her hands on the steering wheel. "I saw you trying to lift this up. If we do it together."

She yanked as hard as he could, and he put his strength to it as well, but he couldn't get the leverage on it, and the water was rising higher and higher.

"Try your window now," Gibbs told her.

"I'm not leaving you," Maddie snapped.

"Yes, you are," Gibbs barked. "It was my job to protect you and if you die I fail, get it? And I don't ever fail, and I don't want to die knowing I've failed, got it? So open your goddamn window!"

Sobbing, she turned, pressed the lever on the window. Nothing happened.

Gibbs suppressed a lot more swearing. The electricity in the car had shorted out. The windows wouldn't roll down. And of course this was a new car – no handles to unroll the windows manually. What jackass had decided they wouldn't be needed? Bastard should be here in this car.

The water was waist high now.

"It doesn't matter anyway," Maddie said. "I can't swim."

Gibbs heart sank, but he said briskly, "Doesn't matter. All you have to do is get out of this car and kick your legs til you get to the surface. Then just paddle like a dog - nothing easier. Only do it underwater."

Gibbs reached up. If the impact of the bullet holes had burst the integrity of the seal of the windshield. If he could press hard.... good god... was that.... Tony?

Tony was there!

If Gibbs had had the time he would have wiped the sudden hot liquid tears from his eyes. Good old Tony.

Tony swam down, trying to open the door on Gibb's side. Gibbs waved him off, pointing toward the windshield. Frantically he scrabbled in his pocket, withdrew pen and paper He forced himself to write legibly.

"Legs trapped.
Remove windshield. Save Maddie."
And then, knowing Tony, and what he'd try to do... "She can't swim. Take her to surface."

He saw Tony's eyes read the note...saw his eyes widen...then their two pairs of eyes locked in understanding.

He and Maddie pressed with all their might at the top of the windshield, while Tony pounded on it from above and then peeled it open, like opening a tin can. The last vestige of air in the car disappeared.

Tony grabbed Maddie and kicked upward.

They didn't move. Maddie, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's from the final gasp of air she'd just sucked into her lungs, was hanging on to Gibbs's hand like grim death.

Gibbs peeled her fingers off him, and Tony and she shot to the surface.

This is it, Gibbs thought, holding his own last breath, as he fought once more to release the steering wheel trapping him.

It didn't budge. His lungs were burning, he had no choice, he opened his mouth in a vain effort to breathe and water flooded his lungs. Burning...burning...

He saw a bright, white light.... and there were Shannon and Kelly, waiting for him, smiling and waving. Beautiful Shannon, beautiful Kelly...he was going home at last.

Oh god, oh jesus, oh god, oh jesus. Boss, don't do this to me.

Tony had followed orders. He'd brought Maddie up to the surface, shoved her over to the seawall, heaved her on top of it. Then he'd dove back into the water and with all his might was straining against the god-damned steering wheel. With a final snick it lifted, and Gibbs' lifeless..oh god, those eyes... body started to rise.

Tony pulled him free and headed for the surface as fast as he could.

Maddie helped him lift Gibbs onto the deck and he began CPR immediately, compressing his chest to force water out of his lungs, gasping breath and breathing into him...

"It's OK, Daddy, It's OK. Go back Daddy, go back. It's OK. I love you Daddy, I love you."

The white light faded. Gibbs reached out toward his daughter, tried to take her hand, then all of a sudden it was like his soul was rushing out of him...no..it was a bloody great lot of water.
Gibbs turned over on his side and coughed water out of his lungs, as Tony DiNozzo leaned back and looked skyward.

Maddie had taken his hand, she was crying.

Gibbs laughed, weakly, as he lay there on his side, weak as a kitten.

"Tony..."

"Yeah, Boss."

"You did good."

Tony smiled. He was glad that his wet face hid the tears streaming from his own eyes.

"Thanks, Boss."

Kill Gibbs

Kill Ari
Expanded Scene
by Gale Force

fan fiction. No copyright infringement intended.

Gibbs sat in his car listening to the rain beat down on the roof. Normally he liked the sound of rain, but now, they were all heartbeats. Abby. McGee. Ducky. Tony. Jenny. Only Cait's was missing. Cait, whose heart would never beat again.

The rain on the windshield...those were his tears...

Somewhere out there, in the rain, intent on stopping all those heartbeats....Ari.

And in his hand...cold, cooly functional, fully loaded....perhaps a way to prevent it.

The bastard was winning. He had everyone convinced he wasn't the sniper...wasn't the one who had murdered Cait. Even Ducky believed him. And so now they were as vulnerable as they'd ever been. More so.

He couldn't help them.

He felt cold. So cold. But not as cold as Cait.

"Why me, Gibbs?" she'd said to him, when he'd sat in his office just twenty-four hours ago. A lifetime ago. "Wasn't stopping one bullet enough for you? Why did I have to take two?"

He'd stared at her, through eyes bright with unshed tears, stared at her image in front of him, that horrible third eye in the middle of her forehead and the knowledge of what the back of her head looked like. "I..I... don't know."

"You don't know?" she'd scoffed at him. "C'mon, Gibbs. What's that famous gut tell you? Why did I die instead of you."

Of course he'd known, he just hadn't wanted to put it into words.

And then the bastard had shot at Abby.

He'd sat next to her...hugged her, provided what comfort he could. He could still feel her shivering.

She'd known. "Ari didn't shoot at you and hit Cait by mistake, did he. He's after me now."
And he'd promised her, "I'll keep you safe, Abby." And she'd trusted him. She believed in him.
Like Shannon had believed in him. Like little Kelly. And he hadn't been around to protect them when they'd needed him most.

He'd gone down to the autopsy room. He owed it to Cait, to look at her lifeless body, her beautiful face, marred only slightly by that third eye. But secretly he'd thanked god that Ducky had her body covered, even her face.

"I've lost men in combat," he'd told Ducky. "You hope you won't. You know you will."
"This is different," Ducky had said.

"But it shouldn't be," Gibbs had replied, desperately. "Cait was an agent. She knew she had to lay her life on the line." She'd known. But that didn't help the sick feeling in his gut. "But you're right" he told Ducky. "It's different." Because Cait had died because of him, and for no other reason than that.

Ducky had smiled, sadly, but his words showed he wasn't on the same page. "You just said it. You've lost men. Have you ever lost a woman? Face it, Jethro. You and I are a couple of old chauvinists. Women will never be equal in our eyes until they're equal in death."

What about Ducky's thoughts on Ari, though? Ducky was a profiler, and if ever he had needed a profiler, it was then. He wanted Ducky to give him options, other things to consider.

"Why, Ducky. Why Cait. Why not me?"

"Well, maybe he meant to hit you!"

"No, no." Jethro spoke with absolute conviction. "Him sniping Abby means he's after my people. Women first."

"Then he's torturing you."

And Gibbs knew he was right. That was what this was all about. Ari was going to kill all of his people, one by one, to put him through hell. He didn't care about them, didn't need to kill them. The only reason Ari was targeting them was to exact revenge on him.

He'd tried to convince Jenny, and despite how well she knew him, Jenny hadn't believed him. He'd tried, desperately, but she'd scoffed. She was going to do interviews...where she'd be an easy target...and even if she wasn't an easy target...anybody's safety really depended on the fact that nobody wanted to kill them. No matter how many precautions they took, Ari would find a way.

And now he'd succeeded in making it easy, Gibbs thought. With the death of that low-level suicidal moron, Jenny thought the threat was over and she'd told all his people they could go home.

Cait's funeral was tomorrow. They'd all be there, for the service, standing around that empty, gaping six foot hole in the earth. Ari wouldn't be able to pass that up.

There was only one way to stop Ari.

Cait had articulated it, the last time he'd seen her. He'd told her shade that Ari wouldn't kill Ducky...

"Why not?" she'd demanded. Because you couldn't live with the guilt? Maybe Ari knows that. Maybe that's his plan. Maybe the only way to save Ducky, Abby and McGee is to kill yourself."

She'd put into words what he was thinking. Well, of course she had. It wasn't really Cait talking to him. It was his subconscious, putting his words, his thoughts into Cait's accusing form. Not even letting her eyes be forgiving to him.

He wasn't afraid of death. He faced death every day. It held no terrors for him. And he wasn't afraid of suicide. He'd thought about that, once before, many years ago, when the pain of the loss of Kelly and Shannon had become nearly unbearable. He'd even gone so far as to hold a gun six inches from his head.

It wasn't religious scruples that had stopped him. No one had the right to tell anyone how much pain they should have to bear, how much suffering they should have to endure in this life.
He'd stopped then, because he couldn't die without punishing the man who'd killed his beautiful family...

And now...now?

Ari was brilliant...he wouldn't be found, not until he'd butchered all of Gibb's team. But if he were dead, Ari would stop. He had no reason to kill Abby, McGee, Jenny, Tony...no reason to kill any of them if he were dead.

The gun was in his hand. All he had to do was lift it up, aim...pull the trigger.

The heartbeats were pounding heavier on the roof, the tears flowing faster on the windshield.
Gibbs lifted the pistol, holding it so that the barrel of the gun faced his forehead, his thumb on the trigger. He closed his eyes.

A cold, viselike hand gripped his wrist. "Gibbs! What the hell are you doing!" barked Cait.

Gibbs' eyes snapped open. He dropped the gun. He looked around, desperately.

"Cait?" he whispered. "Please come back, Cait."

But there was nothing.

Windshield must be leaking. Raindrops were falling on his face now.

It had been Cait this time, not his subconscious. Who else could have grabbed his wrist...for he'd felt a human hand grab his wrist.

Yes, killing himself was exactly what Ari wanted, but that was abrogating all responsibility. Ari might keep on with his killing spree, taking his team down regardless. He couldn't be sure that Ari would stop, and without him around Ari was guaranteed to succeed.

And without him around...how many other souls would Ari kill in his twisted way? Hundreds, perhaps.

No, Ari had to be stopped dead, and by god he'd be the one to do it.

Gibbs fished the gun out of his lap and placed it back where it belonged, in his side holster. Then he wiped the rain out of his eyes, and started the car. He had stuff to do, and time was wasting.

Manifesto

In this blog I will share my fan fiction, featuring the TV show, NCIS.

According to Fanfiction.com, NCIS (as well as hundreds of other TV shows) allows fan fiction, as long as the appropriate disclaimers are made - ie. no copyright infringement is intended.

I've published some of my fiction at Fanfiction.com, but so many people post there that my stuff tends to get buried, so I thought I'd start a blog for it where I can spotlight my own fiction.

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