NCIS Fan Fiction ❯ Godly Marine: Killed ❯ 10 ( Chapter 11 )
Annabeth sighed. "It was Michael's father, wasn't it?"
Gibbs's masseter muscles flexed. "Impersonating a federal agent is a criminal offense."
Well, she already knew the answer to her question anyway. "I know that."
"Is that all you've got to say, Chase?"
"I won't apologize if that's what you're searching for."
Gibbs jabbed a finger at her. "You lied to me! In my house!"
"Did you expect me not to? What did you want from me?"
"The truth. Honesty. Trust."
"I couldn't take that risk."
"You took that risk the moment you came into my investigation, meddling with my team."
Was this guy for real? "I had more than myself to worry about, Agent Gibbs. I had my mission, my friends, and Michael."
"Your mission? Something other than Kahale?"
"He called me because something was wrong. 'Help them,' he told me. That was my mission. Find out who needed protection and from what."
"His family," Gibbs concluded, "And you entrusted me with them, what he told you to protect."
"Justice still needs to be carried out, and by leaving it to you, I know it will be dealt with professionally and impersonally."
Gibbs took a second. "You trust me in that."
Annabeth nodded. "Yes."
Gibbs peered at her. "How'd you know?"
"About Mr. Kahale? He would have told me the truth."
"That simple, huh?"
"He knew who we were, there was little excuse. And when I figured out his family was what Michael was talking about, I knew they had to be involved."
Annabeth looked up in surprise.
"Greek gods have a pretty messy family tree," Gibbs said. "You were his family. The one on his god side."
Annabeth breathed out an airy laugh. He was a smart one. "He was my brother. We shared the same mother."
Annabeth considered him. It wasn't a question. He knew. Gibbs was definitely not to be underestimated.
"Did some research on the myths. It's part of the job when a case revolves around it, especially when they turn out to be real."
Well, that wasn't vague at all.
He was probably making assumptions again. Annabeth narrowed her eyes. Or was there something more?
"I couldn't turn my back on him. I know you understand that."
"You don't know anything about me!"
"We both know that's not true." Annabeth pointed to herself. "Child of Athena, remember. If there's one thing we're good at, it's analysis. This is your team, but it's also your family. I've been to your house- your living space says a lot- and I did my own research, Gibbs. On you. Family isn't just important to you; everything you do has your family at its core. Your rules probably don't have anything on family. Family is why you do what you do, so there's no need for rules about them. It's your drive. Your center."
Gibbs said nothing. Annabeth huffed. 'That's right. If you get to use your vague assumptions, I can one-up with deduction.'
"You do what you have to for family," Gibbs said. "You and Michael were close?"
Annabeth noted the softness that permeated his voice. "Not in particular."
"He held your contact close to him. He told you that he was heading to Peru."
"You're assuming that-"
"It's part of the fake name you created. Hell yeah, I can assume! No such thing as coincidence. You knew the ship's next dock. He must have told you; he trusted you. Out of everyone, he chose you to help. There is obviously some sort of network for you. The evidence has been working with me for two days. Maybe that's how you met, maybe not, but he has to have more connections. He decided to bring you into this, not someone older."
"I am older!"
Gibbs's eyes flashed, questioning.
"The world isn't the safest. Demigods attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. There is a safe haven, and we either make our way there or get killed off."
She turned to look at the rest of the two teams staring wide-eyed at them. She met Percy's green eyes and held it for a moment, before turning back to Gibbs.
"Look. I had a job to do, a mission to finish, and family to take care of."
"That you did."
"We understand each other, then?"
"Yeah, guess we're good." Gibbs smirked. "Agent."
Annabeth almost sighed with relief.
"And if anything happens." Annabeth straightened. This was Gibbs. Of course, he wasn't done. "If you hear anything…"
"We'll handle it. But," Annabeth added as Gibbs's entire body stiffened, "I'll keep in touch."
She saw a vein on his temple twitch in annoyance, but he stayed silent— stubborn Navy cop.
"So," Grover fidgeted under everyone's stare. "What now?"
"It's time for you to go home," Gibbs said firmly.
Annabeth saw Ziva playing around with one of her other celestial bronze knives. Ziva tried grabbing the blade, but it continued to faze through her. She shook her head and extended it to Percy. "Thank you for lending us these."
Percy looked at them. "Keep them. You never know when you might need them again."
Annabeth smiled at him. "Even though those aren't for his to give, Seaweed Brain is right. You should have them. You were able to see through the mist and should have something that actually works against monsters."
Gibbs tilted his head in acknowledgement.
"I guess this is where we part ways," Annabeth said, feeling exhausted all of a sudden, the adrenaline's and ambrosia's effects wearing off.
"Hey," Gibbs said. "This will be the last time I catch you impersonating federal officers." Annabeth smirked. Old people are so demanding. "And try not to land in any more newspapers, especially you, Jackson."
This time, Annabeth let out a laugh.
Percy squawked. "What! Just because- those times- it wasn't my fault!"
Annabeth suddenly remembered something.
"Gibbs! One more thing. Michael's body…"
Gibbs nodded in understanding. "That strawberry farm any valid?"
"You won't be able to enter." Although, Annabeth was sure he probably assumed that anyway. Probably thought he wouldn't be able to find it, either.
"I'll call you."
Clarisse watched the greyed Jarhead, and his three teammates walk away. Faithful. Loyal. Proud. That man had her respect from the beginning. He was a man trained for more than combat. It took courage to break the rules, independence to do so with solid reasoning, and leadership to have his teammates follow not because of fear but because of trust. Leroy Jethro Gibbs is a great Agent, a great Marine, a great man.
Clarisse was proud to know and say she had worked and fought alongside Agent Gibbs. Although she had to be purely honest.
"I will never step foot in an office again!"
"Are you really going to keep this quiet, Boss?" Tony clicked his seat belt in. "I mean, this is pretty big."
Gibbs shrugged. That was a yes, then.
"I don't want any of you to lie for me," Gibbs told them. "Your reports are your own. It's your own decision."
"Well, I don't think putting down that I fought against snake ladies and such will go down very good with Vance. Not to mention how a supposed NCIS Agent is part donkey."
Tony snapped his head to McGee. "What?"
"He's a satyr," McGee said. "He's part goat, not donkey."
Tony was prepared to make a snide remark but held back when he took a proper look at his younger partner.
"You look a bit pale there, Tim. You alright?"
Tony's concern grew when McGee looked at him with a terrifyingly vacant expression. "He was part goat, Tony." He waved his hand in front of his chest. "Half human. Half goat."
Oh, boy. "Yeah, I get that. You should drink some water. Lie down."
Ziva gave him a threatening look. "Not on me. It is hot, and we are covered in dirt. Wait till we get back, McGee."
"He might not make it," Tony warned.
"He is perfectly capable of-"
"Do you think there are elves?"
Ziva spluttered to a stop, looking incredulous in McGee's direction.
"You know. Like, do they have other magical weapons? Gems and potions and..."
Ziva felt his face. "Oh, McGee, you are burning up. No! Don't fall asleep! McGee!"
"We gotta get back to base, Boss."
Gibbs nodded, and Tony groaned at his words.
"Back to work."
Grover frowned. "Is telling him our address a good idea?"
"He already had it," Percy pointed out. It was a good point, too. It was already in their system.
"Can't we use the mist and the laptop to make them forget about us? Chiron is not going to like-"
"It will be fine, Grover," Annabeth said, halfway leaning on Percy. "I trust Gibbs."
Gibbs… That man was something else.
Grover had felt so anxious! He didn't think he could have been in Annabeth's position. Gibbs had such control over his stare. Even though he wasn't the one under it, Grover had felt the cold steel gaze he pinned Annabeth with.
All that disappeared when he felt a weight across his shoulders. Percy had wrapped his arms around Grover and Annabeth. Squishing them together. Clarisse grumbled as Annabeth held an arm out to her, but let herself be pulled in any way.
And it felt right. The four of them waddling awkwardly away. Grover felt Percy's happiness practically envelope their link.
"I'm totally gone," Annabeth said with a laugh. "I hope whoever's in the backseat doesn't mind me laying on them."
They almost fell as Percy jostled in the middle. "I don't mind!"
Grover laughed. Being with friends always felt right.
"Let's go home."
The door swished open. "You called, Leon?"
Leon looked up from. 'Leon.' The Long Island team was really gone, then.
"Some disgruntled scholars are calling us cheats, Gibbs. Accusing NCIS of hiding intricate historical artifacts vital to their field."
"'Vital,'" Gibbs chuckled. "I didn't realize dealing with annoyed university professors was in the Director's job description."
"It's not. I was just made aware of the situation and went to ask Ms. Scuito about it. Now, accuse me of being curious if the knife they were all after was gone. Part of another investigation. One that I am unaware of. I go visit the good doctor downstairs, and Kahale's body has already left the building."
"Things move fast around here, Leon."
Leon felt his teeth grind together. "The chair is big, not slow."
"We solved the case, Leon."
"You did, collaborating with Long Island. Speaking of which, where are they?"
Gibbs handed him the case file. "Kahale had a run-in with the Reynosa Cartel. They went back up to follow leads on their end."
Huh, so the Reynosa Cartel is involved.
"What about on our end?"
Gibbs shrugged. "Their case. It's all in the report."
Gibbs gave another team his evidence? His body? His case?
Leon felt a bit bad for those academics. They would never see the knife nor Scuito's findings.
"So, they're fighting Reynosa alone? I don't remember giving that directive. Seems inefficient."
Gibbs raised his brow. "You are Director, Leon. You can assign tasks as you like."
Leon made a face. "Not that team. Can you believe I didn't even know there was a small NCIS department in Long Island? Apparently, something in the works by SECNAV. He's all secretive about it."
Gibbs shrugged. "It's the top dogs, Leon. They're always secretive."
Leon glared at him. Something about the way Gibbs spoke made a small part of Leon nag at him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"We should start digging into the Reynosas. It's bad enough that they've infested our neighbor's lawn. We don't want the same in our own backyard. I want this wrapped up, Gibbs, and I expect you to lead me through every step."
The nag got stronger.
"I trust you put as much detail in the report about what happened."
Leon's grip on the file tightened. He felt like he was being played, which means he probably was. He had read enough of Gibbs's and his team's reports to recognize garbage. He was sure that's what he would find. He hadn't even opened the thing, but he could already smell the stench. Leon should take Gibbs's badge, break up his team, file a report. Do all the things he swore he would do when he took the chair. But he couldn't. Not yet. With SECNAV also waving his secrets around, Leon had to be patient about this. Had to be smart.
"And you found out about all the Greek stuff?"
"It was a part of his life. He and his family lived like these stories existed. Had to fight them to survive." He carried a bit of a faraway look on his face. "We finished it for him."
Gibbs missed the skeptical look Leon threw his way "What were you fighting?"
Gibbs snapped back to reality. Replacing the lost-in-thoughts look with a mischievous one. "Hellhounds, harpies, a hydra." Gibbs grinned. "I took out a Cyclops!"
Leon ground his molars, wanting to punch that smug look off his face. Trying to be Mr. Funny, huh? 'It doesn't suit you, Gibbs.'
"Really?" Leon said. "And what happened to all of them?"
Gibbs mimed an explosion with his hands.
Michael's shroud was a silken sheet designed as the flag of the United States of America. The cords tying the body were embroidered with grey owl tassels. It was beautiful and patriotic, but it had turned to ash long ago. The fire burned low, surviving on the remaining cinders. Most of the campers had left. Only a few stragglers remained.
Clarisse stood by the forest, staring moodily at the smoke rising into the clouds.
Grover sat far from the fire, whispering with Juniper.
Annabeth sat nearest. Percy couldn't figure out the face she was wearing. Troubled, perhaps? The bonfire was a neutral grey. Lost in thought then.
He sidled up next to her. "It's over. Mission complete."
"I know. It's just…"
He gave her a smile, hoping it wasn't as awkward as it felt. "You are overthinking about what's going to happen next. I know you. You're going through every detail of what happened."
"It's just- It's so odd to see a network between mortals and monsters. I can't shake the feeling like I'm missing something."
He nudged her side. "You're overthinking it."
Annabeth rolled her eyes at him and leaned over. "I'm compensating for your lack of thinking."
"Hey!" Percy pushed her but put no force behind it. He was glad she wasn't frowning anymore. "Seriously, though, I'm sure you've thought about it enough. If anything does happen, it's nothing we can't deal with, and we'll get through it together. I promise, Wise Girl."
Her eyes sparkled from the fire's light. "Thanks, Seaweed Brain."
Like magic, the fire burned brighter, turning a colourful shade of pink.