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All chapters of my NCIS story in 24-style!!!

Storytitle: Bob

Fandom: NCIS (Gibbs x reader)

This is written in the style of the series 24. Events occur in real time.

Story: A helicopter is stolen from Quantico Base. The machine is a secret new project of the Navy, but who has it? Several people are suspicious.

Hour 1 of 24: 10:00 pm - 11:00 pm

Hour 2 of 24: 11:00 pm - 00:00 am

Hour 3 of 24: 00:00 am - 01:00 am

Hour 4 of 24: 01:00 am - 02:00 am

Hour 5 of 24: 02:00 am - 03:00 am

Hour 6 of 24: 03:00 am - 04:00 am

Hour 7 of 24: 04:00 am - 05:00 am

Hour 8 of 24: 05:00 am - 06:00 am

Hour 9 of 24: 06:00 am - 07:00 am

Hour 10 of 24: 07:00 am - 08:00 am

Hour 11 of 24: 08:00 am - 09:00 am

Hour 12 of 24: 09:00 am - 10:00 am

Hour 13 of 24: 10:00 am - 11:00 am

Hour 14 of 24: 11:00 am - 12:00 pm

Hour 15 of 24: 12:00 pm - 01:00 pm

Hour 16 of 24: 01:00 pm - 02:00 pm

Hour 17 of 24: 02:00 pm - 03:00 pm

Hour 18 of 24: 03:00 pm - 04:00 pm

Hour 19 of 24: 04:00 pm - 05:00 pm

Hour 20 of 24: 05:00 pm - 06:00 pm

Hour 21 of 24: 06:00 pm - 07:00 pm

Hour 22 of 24: 07:00 pm - 08:00 pm

Hour 23 of 24: 08:00 pm - 09:00 pm

Hour 24 of 24: 09:00 pm - 10:00 pm

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Bob (24/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 24 of 24: 09:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.

09:03:32 p.m.

Aft deck of the yacht:

When you arrived at the helicopter, Tony and you were still laughing and cuddling. According to the plan, Gibbs should show up here any minute and then every second would count.

At that moment he came around the corner and suddenly his behavior changed from reserved to raging with anger.

“I knew it!” he yelled loudly, walked quickly towards the two of you, threw himself at Tony and knocked him to the ground with a well-aimed punch.

But DiNozzo recovered quickly and hit Gibbs in turn.

The men who were supposed to guard the helicopter initially just watched the fight.

The investigators continued to hit each other while you climbed fortunately undetected into the helicopter quickly, put on your colleague's helmet and then waited until the two of them had climbed in.

You sighed inwardly, because you had imagined the first test of this new development to be different.

However, immediately after takeoff you had to activate the newly developed and as yet untested whisper mode so as not to attract even more attention than you probably would have already.

At first the distraction didn’t seem to have the desired effect. But luckily the guards decided to intervene and end the fight.

But things didn't go as the guards had intended, because as soon as they reached the two fighters, DiNozzo and Gibbs attacked the men and knocked them unconscious after a short time.

The investigators then quickly climbed into the helicopter, you started the machine and immediately activated the whisper mode.

You all hoped that the machine's silent mode would give you enough time until take-off speed was reached.

And you were lucky, because the machine started up very quickly, but the other guests, startled by the sounds of the fight, were already running over.

There was great indignation when they saw that the rotor blades were moving faster and faster and the machine was ready to take off. They didn't like the fact that their new acquisition was literally about to disappear and so they ran towards it.

John, who had also rushed over, was horrified for a different reason. He couldn't believe it when he got to the landing platform as he saw who was getting into the plane.

"Those are NCIS agents!" he shouted loudly, blowing their cover.

Don saw the whole thing completely differently, because he was completely astonished when he saw the helicopter take off and could only mumble: "I knew I knew that Kitty. That's Y/N Y/L/N. I didn't know she could look so hot..."

Admiral Connelly, or Bob for that matter, was furious, because he was in danger of losing his money if the plane took off. He had to prevent that with all his might.

He stormed onto the bridge and shouted at the crew on duty there:

"Arm your weapons, they mustn't escape!"

09:10:34 p.m.

In the helicopter:

The engine was now running at full speed and the rotor had reached the speed required for takeoff when Gibbs and Tony jumped into the helicopter.

“We have to get off the ship as quickly as possible, everything is about to blow up!!!” Gibbs yelled and you took off.

But as soon as you lost contact with the boat, you three saw machine guns and an anti-aircraft gun emerging from the deck of the yacht.

“Go, go, GO!!!” Tony shouted now too.

Under fire you climbed and climbed into the air. The helicopter had some secret new developments, but unfortunately it was not bulletproof, which is why you were hit several times.

Due to the range of the guns on the boat, however, it was difficult for you to escape without being shot down first. So you activated the on-board guns, armed the missiles, aimed at the yacht... and fired.

It was a direct hit and the boat was destroyed with a huge bang in a large explosion.

The large fireball and the pressure wave of the detonation hit the helicopter, which you were able to intercept quickly.

Relieved to have survived, you said: "Let's get home now," pulled the throttle lever and you flew away at top speed.

Fortunately, you didn’t encounter the FBI's F-18 Super Hornets on their way.

09:45:12 p.m.

Stillwater, Pennsylvania:

Since the helicopter was obviously not housed in a particularly secure location at the Quantico base, you flew to a completely inconspicuous location where there were more than enough opportunities to hide it until better accommodation was available.

In fact, you landed outside Gibbs' hometown of Stillwater and you put the machine in a disused mine there.

To be on the safe side, you activated stealth mode and called in NCIS internal guards.

After Gibbs, Tony and you had secured everything, you decided to rent a car in the nearby small town for the trip back to Washington, D.C.

You set off and walked silently next to each other for a while. Then Tony and you started talking about the past 24 hours.

A lot had really happened. And there were many developments that no one had expected.

In the middle of this conversation, Gibbs suddenly intervened and said: “That was a good job, Y/L/N. NCIS has a new job for you. Report to headquarters tomorrow morning at 08:00 a.m.”

You looked at him confused and replied: “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me ���sir’,” he reprimanded you, grumbling.

You nodded. Then he turned to you again and grinned mischievously: “And as soon as we arrive in Washington, I’ll invite you to dinner so we can get to know each other better.”

You looked at him in amazement. What was he planning?

At that moment, DiNozzo spoke up enthusiastically: “Wonderful idea! I suggest we go to the new restaurant in…”

He didn’t get any further because he was rudely interrupted by Gibbs:

“You’re not invited, Tony. There are only two of us going.”

Poor Tony stopped and gaped in amazement. He looked like a fish.

Gibbs instead hooked your arm through his, walked with you towards his hometown and maybe he would introduce you to his father while he was there. 

The End

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Bob (23/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 23 of 24: 08:00 p.m. - 09:00 p.m.

08:12:54 p.m.

Bob's office on the yacht:

Footsteps could be heard outside the office, so Tony had to hide quickly.

"DiNozzo!" he heard Gibbs hiss in his ear.

Tony answered quietly: "Boss...Bob is Admiral Connelly, Connelly is Bob!"

"I see him. He looks surprisingly alive for a dead man," Gibbs confirmed over his radio.

"I'm coming to you."

"No. The plan is not changing. The scumbag is sitting behind me and trying to drive up the price to get as much money as possible before he kills everyone."

Tony nodded and whispered: “He seems to want to make it look like an accident.”

Then he felt a gun in his back and heard the words: “No, I do. And I’ll get rid of the boss at the same time and take over everything.”

“That’s surprising,” Tony said.

“Thanks for the compliment,” the first officer countered smugly.

“What are you planning?” DiNozzo wanted to know.

“Are you trying to buy time until your backup arrives?” the man asked.

Tony thought about how he could get out of this alive. The best way would be to keep his attacker busy and get him to talk. Hopefully he would come up with a way to overpower him without getting shot first.

“There are no backups, I’m alone,” DiNozzo replied.

The officer laughed maliciously: “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

Oh oh, that wasn't going well, so Tony spoke: "I've made a big mistake and was hoping to get a job with the boss."

The first officer stood behind him, laughed briefly and then ordered icily: "I don't believe a word you say. Come on, get up. But slowly and carefully."

DiNozzo had to act quickly. The man was determined to do anything. He had a plan and he would carry it out - come what may.

The investigator stood up carefully, then turned around in a flash and gave the officer a well-placed punch in the chin, which caused him to collapse to the ground unconscious. As a precaution, he tied his hands with shoelaces and took the gun from him.

"Keep dreaming," Tony muttered and left the office to go to the supposed rendezvous with you as planned.

"It's a shame that it's only fake, but maybe I'll have a chance when the case is closed," he thought confidently.

08:25:18 p.m.

Conference room on the yacht:

Bob was happy, the auction was going well. Admittedly, he drove the price up, but of course he wanted to make as much money as possible.

The price of the machine rose and rose and the admiral rubbed his hands. His plan worked and his identity was still protected.

The auction was supposed to have ended, but he let it continue. Let the buyers bid and pay more, that's fine with him.

Gibbs, on the other hand, looked worriedly at his watch... things were getting tight. You didn't have much time left to start the helicopter and get away as quickly as possible.

On the one hand, the FBI attack was getting closer and closer and on the other hand, there was the threat of a gas attack, which no one knew when it would take place. So it was clearly time to leave as quickly as possible.

No sooner said than done. He got out of the auction, stood up and left the hall in the direction of the aft deck.

08:38:32 p.m.

Party room on the yacht:

You answered the many questions about your companion as patiently as possible. You were really proud of yourself. Inwardly you rolled your eyes in annoyance, outwardly you smiled friendly at the ladies and thought to yourself.

In the meantime, a sizeable stack of phone numbers had accumulated for Gibbs and you were already curious to see how he would react when you gave him the stack.

But now you excused yourself with the excuse that you had to make an urgent phone call and went to the aft deck to meet Tony.

08:51:25 p.m.

Aft deck of the yacht:

Following the plan, DiNozzo and you met on the aft deck. You hugged, kissed again and again, laughed and kept walking towards the helicopter.

So far the guards had ignored you two, but that would not be the case for much longer. Because when the buyer wanted to inspect his new toy or Gibbs spotted you, it would get loud and you would have to leave very quickly.

Especially since the danger of being exposed increased with every minute on board.

08:57:42 p.m.

On deck of the yacht:

John had managed to get to the yacht in time before the end of the auction. As the boss's foster son, he didn't want to miss his triumph and celebrate with him.

He carefully moored his speedboat alongside the yacht and climbed on board, as he had done countless times before.

And of course his path led him straight to the helicopter, because finally he could look at it in peace.

08:58:32 p.m.…the clock was ticking…

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Bob (22/24)

This is written in the style of the 24 series.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 22 of 24: 07:00 p.m. - 08:00 p.m.

07:01:02 p.m.

Party room on the yacht:

“Gentlemen!” the first officer called out loudly and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

Suddenly the room became quiet.

He looked around at those present and when he was sure that everyone was listening to him, he said:

“Let's go to the conference room so the auction can begin. Please follow me.”

With that, he left the room.

Gibbs also began to pull away from you. You would have liked to hold him so that you didn't have to face the other women alone, but that wasn't possible, you knew that. You had to get through it somehow.

Attentive as he is, he noticed your discomfort. He took your hand, squeezed it briefly to cheer you up and gently kissed your temple. Then he murmured quietly: “You can do it. I know that.”

You looked at him doubtfully, but he just gave you a friendly smile and went to the other men.

But you had little time to think about the situation and how you should make small talk, because several women immediately came up to you and asked you:

“Tell me, darling, your boyfriend is veeeery sexy. Where did you pick him up? Does he have any brothers?”

Your eyes got bigger and bigger. The topic of the expected small talk wasn't clothes and hairstyles (which was bad enough), but that Gibbs was sexy and looked stunning.

"Nobody prepared me for THIS..." you thought frustrated.

07:04:56 p.m.

Conference room on the yacht:

Bob generally preferred to blend in with the crowd without being recognized. This was also the case this evening and especially during the auction. He didn't want anyone to know he was among them.

That's why it was his assistant who was now standing at the front and directing the process:

"Welcome to today's auction of the heavily armed helicopter with secret stealth mode that you saw on the aft deck. Bids are to be made in increments of 1,000 as a minimum and the amount is to be paid immediately by the buyer after the auction has ended," he explained and then paused.

"Does anyone have any questions?" he turned to the company again.

Everyone shook their heads, whereupon he nodded in satisfaction.

"Good. Then let's begin."

Gibbs discreetly looked at his watch and remembered the conversation with the director that afternoon.

You three absolutely had to be off the ship by 10:00 p.m., because that was when the FBI would launch an airstrike with the aim of destroying the helicopter.

Its destruction was the top priority and if he, Tony and you were killed in the process, then that would simply be collateral damage.

“The FBI gentlemen have to get involved in everything. They just can’t stop annoying me,” he thought grumpily.

07:15:45 p.m.

Interior of the yacht:

As planned, Tony left the party room with the other men. But instead of going to the conference room with them, he crept in the other direction to start searching the boat.

Obviously the mastermind of the robbery was on board and owned the yacht. So there had to be clues about his plans and his identity somewhere.

The first rooms he looked at were unremarkable. Then he passed the stairs to the boat's engine and thought to himself: "Since I'm already here, I'll check there too."

So he climbed down and was about to go back to the upper deck when he saw something suspicious in the far corner. He went closer and paused in shock. He quietly informed Gibbs over the radio: "Boss...there's a bottle of sarin gas hanging on the air conditioning. They're not planning anything good, but I haven't found any clues about the mastermind yet."

Gibbs had certainly heard him through the small receiver in his ear, but in his current surroundings he couldn't answer. So DiNozzo continued to follow the plan and kept searching.

After a few minutes he found an office. It had to be the owner's room and luckily he wasn't exactly tidy or thought he was completely safe because there were papers scattered on the desk.

He carefully searched through them, skimmed through their contents and finally found what he was looking for. The owner of the yacht and mastermind of the robbery was none other than the arms dealer Bob, who was wanted by Interpol.

Bob was just an alias, but who was behind it? Good question. And he got the answer when he discovered a photo in a drawer. It was unbelievable.

“Boss,” Tony whispered into his communicator.

“The mastermind is Bob and behind Bob is…”

He didn’t get any further.

07:59:58 p.m.… the clock was ticking….

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Catfight with Consequences - pt. 2

You came back from the meeting with Abby still laughing, sat down at your desk and started your research again.

But it was hard to concentrate because you kept thinking about Abby's ridiculous assumption. It was really unbelievable how she always came up with such abstract ideas.

Thinking about that, you laughed again and again, so that at some point Gibbs got up annoyed, went to you and asked you: "Why have you been laughing all the time since you were downstairs with Abby?"

Interrupted again and again by laughter, you answered: "It's sooo funny! She has a vivid imagination."

He nodded: "Yes, I know. But that's no reason to laugh all the time."

You laughed again: "Yes, it is. This time her unbridled imagination really knows no bounds."

He frowned and asked: "Why? What has she come up with this time?”

Meanwhile, tears of laughter were welling up in your eyes. Bravely, you pulled yourself together, wiped them away and explained: “She’s of the firm opinion that you’re interested in me and are probably even in love with me...can you imagine that?!”

Again, you almost burst out laughing. But then something unusual happened.

Gibbs took your chin in his hand and gently turned your head towards him so that you were looking straight into his eyes.

It seemed as if everything was happening in slow motion and you had completely stopped laughing.

What was he planning? Would he reprimand you? Would he tell you the obvious, that there was nothing to it, in order to maintain his usual distance?

But then his eyes closed and his face came closer. Time seemed to stand still and then...then his lips gently touched yours and all the thoughts you had before were blown away.

You closed your eyes and returned his cautious invitation. He immediately took this as an opportunity to intensify the kiss, put his arms around you and kiss you hotly and passionately.

It was incredibly overwhelming.

Your arms wrapped around his strong shoulders and he kissed you so intensely as if there was no tomorrow.

But far too soon, he pulled away from you, breathing heavily. And when you slowly opened your eyes, you saw how his eyes were literally glowing.

Still lying in his arms, you slowly became aware of what had just happened and where you were.

With your cheeks bright red, you cast your eyes down. When you looked up again, you whispered: “Why?”

His ears were the same color as your cheeks. Suddenly, very nervous, he smiled, shrugged his shoulders and answered: “I’m taking my chance.”

You laughed quietly and replied mischievously: “Then don’t let your girlfriend find out, otherwise there’ll probably be trouble.”

Now it was his turn to grin mischievously: “Oh, I don’t need to worry about that. Unless she doesn’t want me… just a minute, I’ll check again just to be sure.”

“Hmph,” you didn’t get to say anything more, as he took possession of your lips with his again. If only he would never stop holding you in his arms and kissing you like that… who would you be fooling? He was the fulfillment of all your dreams and wishes for you.

You separated again. Your feelings were doing somersaults and your brain was completely foggy. Was this a dream or was it reality?

Another little kiss. And another. And another. Yes, please keep going! You were no longer capable of thinking any more.

Finally he grinned: “Now I’m absolutely sure that she wants me. I just hope that she wants me as much as I want her.”

You looked at him silently and frowned. What was he getting at? What did he mean?

When the fog cleared a little, you got to the bottom of it. “What do you mean?” you asked him.

He looked at you with wide eyes and whispered in disbelief: “You really don’t get it, do you?”

You shook your head timidly “No”.

He sighed: “Do I really have to say it?”

You just nodded silently. What happened next? Why did he hesitate? And why was he so anxious and not himself at all?

You didn’t understand any of this, even though it was so simple…

Gibbs took a deep breath, closed his eyes briefly and gathered all his courage. Then he opened them again, looked you straight in the eyes and said in a firm voice: “Abby is right. She is a better observer than I thought.”

He paused briefly and then continued: “Yes, it’s YOU that I’m interested in. And yes, it’s YOU that I’m in love with. And if I interpret it correctly, you’re not completely opposed to it either, are you?” He winked.

Wait. You had to process that first. Gibbs? In love? With you? Really?

He interpreted your silence as rejection. Disappointed, he let go of you and lowered his head and whispered: “I'm sorry.”

Slowly he turned to leave, but at that moment your brain finally switched back on. You quickly took his hand and pulled him towards you.

Then you cupped his cheek and kissed him in turn, putting all your feelings into that kiss.

At first he hesitated, so that you thought it was already too late to answer him. But then he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you as tightly as he could.

Breathlessly, you broke off your kiss, looked him straight in the eyes and breathed: “I love you too.”

Those were the most beautiful words Gibbs had ever heard.

You two were in your own world and your kisses quickly became hotter and more demanding. Your hands began to explore each other's bodies...

...until you were suddenly interrupted by a scream...

...because Abby suddenly appeared in the office and shouted with delight: “I KNEW IT!!!”

The End

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Bob (21/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 21 of 24: 6:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m.

06:03:34 p.m.

In the car on the way to the coast:

When you arrived at the coast, a speedboat was already waiting for the three of you. Tony was very excited and could hardly be stopped because it was of appropriate size and equipment.

DiNozzo would probably have liked to move in there straight away, but much to his regret, that wasn’t possible.

He wasn't allowed to drive either because, like the car, Gibbs drove the boat to the yacht.

In a short time it would get exciting, but also very dangerous and you were all aware of that.

06:22:23 p.m.

On deck of the yacht:

The seller's yacht was incredible.

When you arrived, you moored the speedboat alongside and climbed on board. It was anything but easy for you in an evening dress and high heels, but with the support of Gibbs and a crew member on board the yacht, it went quite well.

When the three of you arrived on deck, you first looked around and were able to spot a helicopter, which was standing there and it was actually the stolen one!

Then the second test pilot Don Holding couldn't be far away either. This fact worried you a lot because he knew you, but with a bit of luck your disguise with the blonde wig would be enough to mislead him, because after all you're actually dark-haired.

As planned, Tony, you and Gibbs mingled with the crowd and were amazed at how many criminals could fit on a single yacht...and that so far they were all still alive.

“Thomas,” you whispered to Gibbs.

“Look in the corner over there...that's Holding.”

06:31:14 p.m.

In the yacht's party room:

Fortunately, all of the guests' weapons were taken away, because the mood was starting to boil over.

The first officer tried to calm everyone down and mediate:

“Please, gentlemen, this is neutral ground. We're all here for the same reason.”

After that, the fronts were cleared and everyone went back to their conversations.

While the others were talking about the helicopter, Don and Guiseppe looked at the ladies.

“I don't know, but this Kitty looks somehow familiar,” Don murmured thoughtfully.

“You're only dreaming of a woman like that!” his colleague replied, laughing and slapping him on the back in a friendly manner.

“Yes, I'm almost certain that I've seen her before,” Don insisted.

“Maybe you've seen her in a photo... but I'll give you some advice: forget her. You don't have enough money for a woman like that. Just look at her guy! He stinks of money and power!” Giuseppe tried to console him.

Don grinned mischievously: “Yes, but he's old!” They laughed out loud and that was the end of the matter.

You didn't feel comfortable among all these people. Some followed you with their eyes and you were constantly afraid of being recognized by Don.

The only thing that gave you support was Gibbs' arm around your waist.

You leaned against him in turn. His closeness and his charisma were like a rock for you.

To keep your cover as a couple, you two whispered, hugged and kissed every now and then, which aroused the envy of some of those present.

This was dangerous because it meant more attention, but you had to stay in character. Besides, you could perhaps use it to your advantage.

After a while, you began to relax a little. Once again, you attracted envious glances as you hugged.

During these hugs, you whispered your observations to each other and exchanged information.

During one of these short conversations, Gibbs suddenly whispered to you:

"Looks like you have aroused the interest of several men...including the one standing in front of you." He meant himself.

You looked at him in surprise and he grinned broadly and winked at you. But you quickly recovered and countered with a wink: “Thank you, likewise.”

06:50:19 p.m. 

Room at the Yacht:

Bob and his assistant watched the guests from the next room. They were all as usual, but Bob was taken with the blonde companion of this nobleman.

“Keep an eye on the little one, she would be a good new partner,” he instructed the assistant.

“Yes, sir,” he confirmed.

06:52:43 p.m.

Quantico, hospital:

John Domingo quietly sneaked out of the hospital and made his way to the coast. It was time and he had to hurry because it was still a long way to the yacht.

06:57:45 p.m.…the clock was ticking…

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Catfight with Consequences - pt. 1

Was that even possible?

Two women were standing in front of the elevator in the office and they were fighting over Gibbs!!!

Okay, he was really good-looking and extremely sexy, but to freak out like that and attack another woman... no, that wasn't your thing.

Secretly, you had to admit to yourself that you definitely wouldn't push him off the edge of the bed because you had a crush on him yourself, but he certainly only saw you as a colleague. So there was no chance of a relationship between the two of you anyway.

Sighing with disappointment, you buried these thoughts and feelings deep inside you and decided: if you didn't have a chance with him, then you could at least watch the catfight and enjoy it.

Tony was of course all for it too. He leaned next to you on your desk and folded his arms in front of his chest.

Abby also came over, joined you and asked enthusiastically who would win.

You enjoyed the show together as if you were watching a film. All that was missing was the popcorn.

The women hit, bit and scratched each other and their yelling could be heard far and wide.

Suddenly Tony said enthusiastically, “I wish the women would fight so fiercely for me... preferably in a bikini in the mud.”

You couldn't help but start laughing: “Of course you dream about things like that, so keep dreaming.”

But the cheerful mood didn't last long, because Gibbs had heard the shouting, came running and yelled at you: “Why don't you intervene, just watch?!”

He quickly ended the catfight and separated the women angrily.

“I'm better suited to you, tell her!” shouted one of them.

“No, you love me! Tell her!” shouted the other.

“Stop now!!!” he shouted loudly.

Like a boxing referee, he held them both apart with his arms outstretched and said, both annoyed and seething with anger: “Yes, I am interested in a certain woman. But she's not one of YOU!”

Abby, Tony and you raised your eyebrows in surprise and stared at him: “Wow, what was that?”

Both of the formerly fighting women froze at his statement. He immediately took this opportunity to get rid of both and pushed them towards the elevator. Then, with an annoyed look, he walked silently past the three of you to his desk. But once he got there, the apparent peace was over when he roared: “What are you standing there for? Get to work!”

You all quickly followed his order before you got into trouble.

But after all the commotion had died down after a while, you met with Abby in her lab to think things over together.

All three of you were very surprised by his comment that he was interested in a certain woman, but who is she? Who is the one who has captured his well-guarded heart?

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't think of a woman he had shown visible interest in.

"We should watch him," Tony suggested. "Maybe we can find out something. We’re investigators, after all."

He didn't get any further, because Gibbs entered the lab and answered him directly: "Then why don't you investigate, instead of having a coffee party here?"

"Gibbs... we're just discussing the pros and cons of our job," Abby argued.

Gibbs rolled his eyes and said: "Can't you discuss your crisis of meaning at another time? I'm looking for Ducky."

“He’s out to dinner with his new flame and should be back soon,” you answered him.

He looked at you briefly with a piercing gaze, then cleared his throat, said: “Then I’ll wait for him” and left the lab.

“Wooooow, the mystery is solved!!!” Abby suddenly cheered, completely beside herself.

That came so suddenly that you and Tony just looked at her in incomprehension.

“What do you mean?” Tony asked her.

Abby beamed, pointed at you and said triumphantly: “It’s YOU!!!”

You still didn’t understand what she was getting at: “I’m what?”

“YOU’re the woman Gibbs is interested in!”

Her idea was so ludicrously in your eyes that you burst out laughing: “Never, you’re wrong.”

“Yes, that's how it is! I saw exactly how he followed your every move with his eyes. Believe me, it's you!”

“Abby...that's absurd. He treats me like everyone else, cool and professional. There's nothing there.” You tried to calm her down.

But then Tony intervened and said carefully: “I don't think that's so far-fetched...especially when I consider how you two just looked deep into each other's eyes...I also think there's more between you, but on both sides.”

You burst out laughing: “You two are really crazy. I'm going upstairs now and keep working.”

“Talk to him about it, you'll see...!!!” Abby shouted after you.

Sure, so he can rip my head off...that's ridiculous. You thought to yourself on the way to the third floor.

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Bob (20/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 20 of 24: 05:00 p.m. - 06:00 p.m.

05:02:41 p.m.

NCIS headquarters:

Within a short time, you had more or less instilled in Tony the knowledge he needed that, with a bit of luck, he would pass as a pilot.

Then you all changed clothes, which led to great astonishment, because the men looked stunning in their fine suits (Gibbs in black and DiNozzo in dark blue). Some of the ladies at the party will certainly turn around to look at them.

They had put you in a floor-length, tight, red and low-cut dress that was very sexy and fueled the men's imagination. Perfect for distracting the guards later.

“Wow, you look great. How about we go out to eat together after the event?” Tony asked you with a grin.

You were just about to answer when Gibbs came and gave him a head-slap. He also reprimanded him annoyed: “Stop hitting on my girlfriend.”

You couldn't help but laugh, but then Abby came and wired you up so that you could communicate with the two men in an emergency.

When she was finished, she grinned at DiNozzo and you and said: “Your names are Joshua and Kitty. In your role, first names are enough.”

“Joshua and Kitty? Are you serious?” asked Tony and Abby nodded enthusiastically.

05:12:31 p.m.

In the car on the way to the coast:

When Gibbs, Tony and you drove to the coast, you went over the plan and its procedure again in detail to clarify any questions.

The biggest question was whether you would even get there alive, because Gibbs drove at breakneck speed, as he usually did. But the more often you sat next to him in the car, the more you got used to his driving style.

Your approach once you were on the boat was clear. But you noticed a crucial detail: “The plan has a small flaw,” you said thoughtfully.

“And you’re only thinking of that now?!” Tony shouted in horror from the back seat.

“Which one?” Gibbs asked sullenly.

“I need a special helmet to fly the helicopter.”

“Why?” the investigator wanted to know.

“The visor has a special targeting for the defense and tracking systems,” you replied.

“Can it work without one?”

“It’ll be difficult, but yes.”

“Good,” said Gibbs and stepped on the brakes, because you had reached your provisional destination.

05:32:56 p.m.

On deck of the yacht:

The first guests arrived. All in a speedboat so that they could quickly flee again if necessary, because preparation was everything. And in this society you had to expect anything.

Each guest was greeted by the security staff with a “Welcome on board”. In addition, everyone was searched for weapons and these were taken into custody. Better safe than sorry.

05:41:23 p.m.

In the private rooms on the yacht:

The boss was standing in his dressing room and tying his bow tie when his right-hand man entered the room.

Looking at him over the mirror in front of him, he asked his subordinate critically: “How are things going?”

“The guests are coming,” the man answered routinely.

The boss turned to him, raised an eyebrow and asked critically: “Is everything prepared?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, then let's hope they're in a spending mood today!” the boss replied and laughed.

If everything went well, he would be even richer and therefore even more powerful at the end of the day.

05:48:34 p.m.

In the party room of the yacht:

The party room gradually filled up with the select guests. They were the henchmen of powerful bosses and their female companions, each one more beautiful than the last.

As soon as the gentlemen saw each other, old and new rivalries flared up between them, which will probably end in either a bidding war or a physical confrontation...or both. Who knew for sure?

05:51:53 p.m.

On the aft deck of the yacht:

Every guest was curious about the machine that was to be auctioned off in a short time and went out to take a look at it.

They couldn’t see much because the immediate area was cordoned off by guards.

This naturally caused speculation, along with the question: “It looks absolutely ordinary... is it a fake? Is it a trap?”

05:57:12 p.m. ... the clock was ticking…

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Bob (19/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 19 of 24: 04:00 p.m. - 05:00 p.m.

04:10:45 p.m.

NCIS headquarters:

“So, the roles are as follows…” Gibbs began. “I’m acting as a prospective buyer. Tony, you’re my private pilot and Jasmin, you’re my lover.”

You frowned: “Shouldn’t I play the pilot?”

The investigator shook his head: “No. If you act as a pilot, the risk of you being exposed by Holding would be too great. And as a less intelligent lover, you don’t seem like someone who knows about helicopters and can discreetly check it’s ability to fly.”

You thought for a moment and finally nodded: “Then I have to at least teach Tony the absolute basics of a helicopter and how to fly it, otherwise he'll be caught immediately if he's asked something.”

“Okay, let's do it that way,” Gibbs agreed.

“Boss... learn... honestly?” Tony asked painedly, but immediately fell silent when he met his boss's stern look.

“So, the best thing we can do is this: the three of us take the speedboat to the yacht and join the other buyers. Meanwhile, Tony searches the ship for clues about the perpetrators. The helicopter will be guarded, though,” you planned.

Gibbs nodded in agreement and continued: “In the meantime, you go to the helicopter and charm a guard into looking at the machine. Meanwhile, you check it out.”

He paused and waited for any further questions, but to DiNozzo and you the plan was clear.

So he continued:

“During the auction, you two go to the helicopter and pretend you are looking for a place for a one-night stand and distract the guards…”

Again, everyone nodded.

“Shortly before the end of the auction, I leave it in search of my lover, find you both at the machine and Tony and I get into a scuffle…if the guards then try to separate us, we overpower them and escape in the helicopter.”

“Okay, boss,” you and DiNozzo agreed.

“Good. Then you better start with the lesson right away, we only have a little time,” Gibbs decided, sat down at his desk and went through the previous documents on the case again.

04:15:56 p.m.

NCIS headquarters, director’s office:

NCIS director Puempel sat at his desk, lost in thought and worried. This case wasn’t easy and what his people had to do to get the helicopter back was very dangerous because they were completely on their own.

He wished he could help them, but that wasn’t possible. And the less he knew about the operation, the better...for everyone's safety.

He could only hope that everyone got home safely.

04:34:48 p.m.

On a yacht, somewhere at sea:

The preparations were in full swing. But various preparations had to be made.

First there was the catering for the buyers and that had to be the best of the best because this group of people was very exclusive.

Then there was the planned demonstration of the machine, but that would probably not take place because it would mess up the gentlemen's hairstyles. But it was better to be prepared and not need it than the other way around.

Last but not least there was the special surprise for the guests...and for the boss. As a special gift from the first officer, who would finally become the boss himself.

04:48:23 p.m.

On deck of the yacht:

“He has to be somewhere...” thought James as he looked for Chris on the deck of the yacht.

After searching every corner, he decided to go down and search the inside of the boat.

But no matter where he looked...Chris was nowhere to be found. “Maybe he fell over the railing while drunk?” he began to suspect, worried.

He looked in all directions, but there was no body to be seen. Strange. He couldn't just disappear, could he?

At that moment the first officer came up to him and spoke to him: “Have you seen my colleague Chris? He hasn't come back to us.”

The man thought for a moment and then answered: “No, I haven't. But I can show you where I last saw him.”

“Yes, gladly,” said James and was about to take a step forward when the officer stabbed him several times with the knife he had secretly pulled out and threw him overboard as well.

The murderer also threw the knife into the water, watched it sink, grinned maliciously and said with satisfaction: “One less person who knew about it…”

Then he straightened his uniform and went back inside the boat.

04:59:45 p.m. …the clock was ticking…

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Bob (18/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 18 of 24: 03:00 p.m. - 04:00 p.m.

03:05:18 p.m.

NCIS headquarters:

“What do you have?” asked Director Puempel.

Gibbs looked at him suspiciously at first because of the previous order to stop the investigation, but then decided to tell him the facts:

“As of now, we have a dead colonel, a dead missing admiral and an advertisement on the black market about the sale of the helicopter.”

The director nodded thoughtfully and then asked: “Any clues about the body?”

“No, sir,” replied Gibbs.

Puempel thought for a moment and then said: “The admiral won’t be any deader than he already is. That’s why our top priority is to get the helicopter back. Plan the operation. Miller can provide you with a lot of support because of her training with the SEALs. Do what you think is right, but don’t forget that you’re officially on your own.”

Gibbs nodded and the director left. As soon as he was out of earshot, Gibbs walked up to you and asked: “Where is the auction taking place?”

“On a yacht off the coast of Virginia,” you replied.

“Good, then register me as a potential buyer with two companions.”

“Okay, name?”

He thought for a moment and then said:

“Thomas Charles Blossom III”

You looked at him doubtfully: “Isn’t that a bit over the top?”

He grinned: “Yes, but that sounds like old British nobility and a lot of money.”

You laughed: “I understand.”

But Tony had concerns: “Boss…the criminal buyer suits me better. You seem too reputable.”

“Maybe, but you’re the private pilot.”

DiNozzo straightened his tie, grinned broadly and guessed: “That definitely includes a sexy stewardess, right?”

Gibbs gave him a head-slap and answered: “No.”

Then he looked at you and continued: “You’re playing my lover.”

Your eyes widened because you had doubts that needed to be addressed: “There’s just one problem…Don will recognize me immediately.”

The boss shook his head: “He won’t, we’ll make sure of that.”

03:25:38 p.m.

Office on the yacht, somewhere at sea:

“Boss, what’s your plan for this evening?” asked the first officer.

“We’ll bring all interested parties to the party room and make sure that the food and drinks never run out. If you’re doing well, they’ll be willing to spend more money than planned,” he explained.

Then he looked at the officer: “Make sure of that and instruct the staff accordingly.”

“Yes, sir,” the officer confirmed.

“The buyers are allowed to inspect the helicopter from a sufficient distance, but no one is allowed to get closer,” he continued.

“During the auction, I will mingle with them to drive up the price, but I will leave the room with the buyer immediately after the end.”

“Yes, sir. Understood,” his subordinate confirmed again.

The boss leaned forward and looked at him intently: “Afterwards, come to my office and then take care of the buyer.”

The officer saluted: “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Make all the preparations. You can go.”

Once he was alone again, the boss leaned back and grinned maliciously, satisfied with his ingenious plan.

The first officer did the same, because although he was carrying out his orders, he was secretly pursuing his own plan to take over power from the boss.

Because he had already thought everything through and only had to prepare it. After the auction, he would lock the door of the auction room and direct the gas into the room.

And after that, he would take care of both the buyer and the boss.

03:31:56 p.m.

Party room on the yacht, somewhere on the sea:

The music was loud, the alcohol flowed freely and the mood was great.

James, Don and Giuseppe were having a really good time and celebrating their successful robbery.

But as time went on, James noticed that one of them was missing. He looked around but couldn't find him.

Confused, he spoke to Don: "Have you seen Chris?"

Instead of him, Guiseppe answered with a laugh: "The first officer asked him out. He probably hit on the wrong girl!"

“That may be possible, but he would have turned up by now anyway,” thought James, and slowly became suspicious.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going? He'll come back. He'll probably just feed the fish,” joked Don.

“As long as he does it on board, I'm fine with it. I'll go look for him,” replied James cryptically and went outside.

03:38:43 p.m.

Somewhere in Virginia:

The senator wandered aimlessly around...what had he gotten himself into? Yes, he wanted power and was willing to compromise for it, but murder?

That was a completely different matter. And it also made him assailable. It would be easy for Bob to have him murdered.

Now he had what he wanted. But someone else had him in his power like a puppet.

Did he want to live like that? Constantly in fear of having become inconvenient and being murdered? And only being allowed to do what others wanted him to do?

No, that wasn't for him. But he couldn't get out of it.

Except...

...he looked around on the bridge, climbed over the railing, looked into the depths...

...and jumped.

03:58:34 p.m. ...the clock was ticking...

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Bob (17/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 17 of 24: 2:00 p.m. - 3:00 p.m.

2:08:57 p.m.

On the coast of Virginia:

The three boys were torn between excitement and shock. They had just found a body...luckily, that didn't happen too often to a normal person.

You tried to find out as much as you could from them, but in the end they couldn't help solve the case. But it was worth a try.

When the investigators were finished, Ducky and Palmer packed up the body and took it to the autopsy.

Back at headquarters...Gibbs, DiNozzo and you were just gathering for a briefing when the director came to you.

You all looked at him in silence, expecting to get in trouble for still working on the missing helicopter case.

But against all expectations, the director asked for a status report: “You're probably going on your own anyway...so what's wrong?”

2:18:21 p.m.

Jack Domingo's apartment, Quantico:

While Jack was showering, absolutely crestfallen and desperate, Gina cooked dinner.

She cooked spaghetti bolognese with red wine and when everything was ready, she called out to Jack in her melodious voice.

He came out of the bathroom, but his mood hadn't t improved.

“What's wrong with you?” she asked as they sat down to eat.

“I'm scared for my life,” he answered.

“Why would anyone hurt you?” she asked, surprised.

“I didn't do my job,” he answered simply.

“Oh, nothing will happen. Now eat, otherwise everything will get cold,” she replied cheerfully.

They started eating and it tasted really fantastic.

When they were finished, she asked: “Darling, would you please get some more wine?”

“Of course, sweetness,” he replied, went into the kitchen and came back with a new bottle.

She happily held out her glass to him, which he immediately refilled. “Thank you, my darling,” she said and waited until he sat down again.

“To us!” she toasted him.

“To us!” he replied and they both drank.

Suddenly he opened his eyes wide, grabbed his neck and shortly afterwards fell onto the table with his upper body.

She looked at him, but he didn’t move. With a satisfied grin, she stood up, took her things and left the apartment.

Then she picked up her cell phone and reported: “It’s done.”

2:28:56 p.m.

On a yacht, somewhere on the sea:

Sitting in the large, comfortable armchair in the office on his yacht, Bob read the message from his lover Gina.

They had a few lovely hours together, but it was time to part from her, because she had fulfilled her task of getting Jack out of the way.

So he picked up the phone, dialed a certain useful number and then coldly gave the instruction: “Get rid of her, but discreetly.”

After that he hung up and sighed. It was almost a shame for her, because she was a talented lover.

2:42:43 p.m.

Abandoned cabin in the Virginia woods:

The senator didn't know what to do. What had he gotten himself into? And why at all?

Quite simply: he wanted to win the election and gain power, but at what price? He was confronted with demons and powerful people that he had no control over. No, quite the opposite. THEY had HIM under control and they left no doubt about what they expected of him.

If he refused even once, he would undoubtedly be gambling with his life.

How long would he survive? It was surely only a matter of time before he too would die under mysterious circumstances and perhaps be found buried somewhere.

The thought sent a chill down his spine. If he wanted to save his skin, he had to disappear...

...slowly he stood up, put out his cigar and left the hut.

2:53:12 p.m.

Quantico base, hospital:

Quietly and carefully, John crept back into the hospital. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed his absence.

The nurse at the counter was still watching a football game and was so focused on it that he probably wouldn't have even noticed if 10 naked dancers had strutted past his station.

The thought made him laugh quietly. Stan was anything but averse to women, but nothing could compare to his passion for football.

That was very convenient for him, because Stan saw John as another big fan of the game, which is why he would always have his back...

...because the good-natured nurse would never accuse him of a crime or even an offense.

If only he knew...

2:57:34 p.m. ...the clock was ticking…

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Bob (16/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 16 of 24: 01:00 pm - 02:00 pm

01:20:12 p.m.

On the coast of Virginia:

As usual, the investigators did their work. They took photos, made sketches, took measurements and secured evidence.

The only visible injury of the body was a single bullet hole right in the heart.

"He must’ve known his murderer. The shot is too precise for anything else," Gibbs guessed.

"It's a shame, I was hoping he could tell us where the admiral's body went," Tony regretted.

"He's pretty quiet now," the boss next to him muttered. At that moment you came over to them and asked: “What are we going to do with those three youngsters over there?”

Gibbs turned to you and simply answered: “Talk to them.”

“But they’re scared as shit and can’t get a word out!” you protested rather listlessly.

The boss just looked at you as if he was about to send you to the penalty box.

So you rolled her eyes and went over to the three of them to try to talk to them.

“Why me? Can’t Tony do that?” you complained in your mind. You turned to him experimentally and looked at him. Maybe you could swap jobs?

But he grinned broadly at you… there was probably no chance that he would agree to a swap.

01:21:56 p.m.

In an abandoned cabin in the middle of the forest in Virginia:

“What do you want from me?” asked John.

At first the senator didn’t answer, he just looked at him. He took another leisurely drag on his cigar, blew out the smoke and then said: “Bob called me… and he’s not happy.”

John groaned in incomprehension and said: “What doesn’t he like? Is the helicopter the wrong color? Did he want a pink one?”

Flowers snorted contemptuously: “You should be careful what you say. He has his ears everywhere.”

John laughed: “Even in the toilet?” he asked provocatively. “Relax, no one will find us here,” he tried to calm the senator.

“Are we suspected?” he wanted to know.

“No. The cops questioned Jack and me, but I made sure that all the evidence pointed to the Colonel and Jack.”

“And they’re buying it?” Flowers asked suspiciously.

Domingo rolled his eyes again, casually put his hands in his pockets and answered:

“Yes. Jack has enough on his plate, he's already made sure of that himself."

01:43:32 p.m.

Jack Smith's apartment, Quantico:

Jack entered his apartment and didn't know what to do. He had done exactly what the Colonel had asked of him.

He went to the investigators and confessed. He told them everything and tried to be as convincing as possible. He was ready to take the blame and yet they let him go.

What will happen now? Now the Colonel will surely make sure that his career in the Marines is over.

Jack lovingly pulled his new girlfriend into his arms: "I missed you, my darling." She sighed, hugged him and whispered: "I missed you too." She kissed him and asked: "How did it go?" He sighed and lowered his head: "I told the cops everything the colonel asked me to do, but I'm afraid they don't believe me."

"Maybe you'll get away without punishment after all?" She tried to encourage him.

He shook his head: "No, I don't think so. The boss of them seemed to see right through me."

He sighed heavily again, dropped his arms and went to the bathroom.

When he closed the door behind him, she took her cell phone and wrote a text message: "It didn't work."

01:54:08 p.m.

NCIS headquarters, director's office:

He had followed an order. That was his job. Leading employees, but also carrying out orders from higher-ups.

Was he happy with that? Most of the time. But giving up responsibility for an important case that directly affected them... was another matter.

But the order was clear: no further investigations by NCIS into the missing helicopter and the Admiral's murder. The situation was not good.

The case should be thoroughly investigated and solved, but if he allowed that to happen, he would be risking his career.

At that moment he received a call:

"Puempel," he answered.

He listened in silence and turned pale. There was another dead body... Colonel Fuller.

A stolen helicopter, of whose existence nobody knew until it was stolen, and now two dead Marines. And they weren't allowed to do anything. Their hands were tied.

But it was time to fight and to take unusual paths if necessary.

1:58:42 p.m. ... the clock was ticking…

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Bob (15/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 15 of 24: 12:00 pm - 01:00 pm

12:05:23 p.m.

Office of Senator Flowers, Washington D.C.:

The phone rang and when the newly elected Senator picked it up, a distorted voice came over the phone:

“Make sure your snoopers don't cause trouble. Don't forget who financed your campaign.”

The caller then hung up.

The Senator swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from his brow and loosened his tie. If he wasn't extremely careful, he was in trouble...a damn big one.

12:11:54 p.m.

NCIS headquarters:

It was lunchtime and everyone's stomachs were rumbling. If you all couldn't sleep, you at least didn't want to starve. You quickly agreed to order something to eat from the nearest Chinese restaurant.

Luckily, due to the short distance, it only took a few minutes for the food to be delivered.

The whole office smelled wonderfully of Asian food and Tony's mouth was watering: "Finally something to eat, I'm so hungry."

You had just started eating when Abby called from the lab.

“Gibbs,” he answered and continued eating. He could listen while he chewed.

“I was able to decipher a few notes,” Abby reported.

“Tell me,” the boss grumbled.

“On the scraps of paper are the words “Jack,” “helicopter,” “robbery,” “admiral,” “sale,” and “murder.” It’s not much, but maybe it will help you.”

Gibbs finished chewing, swallowed, said “Thanks, Abby,” and hung up.

“Looks like our confessing guard officer has more to tell us. Gear up and let’s go!” Gibbs ordered, put the food down and headed towards the elevator.

“But the food?” Tony complained loudly.

Gibbs rolled his eyes: “We’ll get something on the way.”

He had barely finished his sentence when his cell phone rang: “Yes, sir. I’ll be right there.”

He hung up, turned around and walked towards the office of the new director Puempel.

He called to DiNozzo: “You can continue eating.”

12:25:32 p.m.

In an abandoned cabin in the middle of the forest in Virginia:

John entered the small, forfeited cabin. He didn’t feel comfortable being here, it was too dangerous.

When he looked around, he saw the Senator standing in the corner. The end of his cigar glowed orange and then he exhaled the smoke.

“You really should stop that,” John said disapprovingly and then continued: “Why did you want to see me? You know how dangerous it is.”

12:33:43 p.m.

NCIS Headquarters, Director's Office:

Director Puempel didn't like it when someone told him what to do, but there were people with more decision-making authority than he had.

Accordingly, he was not very happy about what he was hearing. So he tried to argue: "Senator, the machine is property of the Navy..."

Again he was interrupted forcefully. Fortunately, his interlocutor didn't see his disgruntled expression.

"...yes, I know. That makes it property of the government and you’re a representative of it. You already mentioned that," he tried again...

...and was interrupted again. He sighed and gave up resisting, it was pointless: "Yes, I understand. I’ll take appropriate action."

Frustrated, he hung up and looked up at the agency's best investigator. He briefly considered how he should say it, but direct was always the best way, and it also left the least room for speculation.

And he already knew that the conversation wouldn't go well.

"Gibbs. Good that you're here, I have something to tell you," he began.

"What’s it about, sir?" the latter asked, frowning. Judging by the director's tone, something was about to come that he wouldn't like.

And his superior's next words confirmed this:

"You are hereby withdrawn from the case of the missing helicopter."

Gibbs was at a loss:

"But director... we have to find him. Urgently," he replied emphatically.

But director Puempel had his instructions and countered:

"Sure, but that’s now the responsibility of others." Others? Gibbs thought he wasn't hearing correctly and asked: “Who, if not us? Who orders this?”

The director stood up from his chair and straightened up to his full height to give more weight to his next words:

“Orders from the top. Do what I tell you. The conversation is now ended.”

With that, he sat down again and started working on his computer.

Gibbs couldn't believe it and left the office, fuming. On the way to his desk, he decided: “Then I’ll carry on on my own, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

But before he could inform DiNozzo and you, his cell phone rang again.

It was a very short conversation, because it only contained a short message, which he immediately passed on to his team:

"Colonel Fuller has been found. He’s lying dead on the beach in Virginia. Take your things, we're going there immediately before he disappears again."

You couldn't help but laugh. Working here was fun. This sarcasm was right up your alley.

12:56:56 p.m. ...the clock was ticking...

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New Story is coming up...

...it's a two parter...

...it's title: "Catfight with consequences"

Plot:

Two women are fighting over Gibbs which leeds to a shocking revelation and unexpected consequences.

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Bob (14/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 14 of 24: 11:00 am - 12:00 pm

11:08:46 a.m.

NCIS headquarters:

One of the two guards had turned himself in and confessed, but he couldn’t answer any questions about details, which is why the investigators assumed that he was blackmailed into taking the blame.

The bottom line was that they were just as far along as before.

“I don't believe that,” your incredulous voice suddenly rang out.

That was interesting. DiNozzo and Gibbs became attentive and the latter asked: “What did you find out?”

You looked up: “The helicopter's tracking is off, but I actually just found it!”

The men immediately jumped to you: “Where did you find it? Where is it?”

You pointed to your monitor and said to the men standing behind you: “It’s being offered on the black market.”

“By whom?” Gibbs wanted to know.

“It doesn’t say here. Just that it’s being auctioned this evening at 7:00 p.m.”

“Does it say where?” asked Tony.

You nodded: “Yes, on a yacht. Interested parties will receive the exact coordinates after registering for the auction. Evening wear is mandatory.”

DiNozzo grinned: “Aaahhh, opportunity to present my new suit and impress the ladies.”

But his dream was immediately destroyed by a head-slap from Gibbs.

He walked purposefully back to his desk and said: “We need a plan.”

11:12:23 a.m.

On the coast of Virginia:

The beach was filling up with people, who were taking up more and more space.

Couples were sitting down and flirting, others were strolling through the sand. Several children were playing and building sandcastles, while others were swimming in the sea.

A few boys went exploring and found all sorts of seashells and other things.

At the end of the beach was a small bay that they hadn't seen before. So it was a matter of honor for them to explore it. What could possibly happen? No one would find out.

Carefully and full of excitement about what would await them on the other side, they climbed over the rocks.

There was someone lying there. Was he sunbathing? Rather unlikely, because he wasn't wearing any swimwear.

Would he chase them away? He didn't seem to have noticed them, at least not yet.

So they crept closer carefully. Very slowly, so as not to wake him up, because he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Then one of the boys hit his foot hard on a rock and shouted: “OW!!!”

The other two flinched and wondered anxiously if they had woken the man. But when they carefully looked over at him, he was still lying there just as before.

Something was strange. He should have moved in his sleep long ago. But maybe he wasn't feeling well and needed help?

When they reached him, they spoke to him, but he didn't respond. Then one of the boys searched for his ID. He found it and pulled it out of the man's pocket.

At the same time, another felt his pulse and felt...nothing. Carefully they turned the man over and saw the bullet hole right in the heart.

“Oh shit!” they shouted and moved away. The person who had his ID opened it and muttered: “Crap…Colonel Fuller, United States Marine Corps, Quantico Base.”

11:46:21 a.m.

Yacht, somewhere at sea:

The thieves were celebrating their success. Their alcohol levels were high and they were cocky.

The models who kept them company were pretty and also not averse to alcohol.

The first officer, who was stone sober and serious and thus seemed somehow out of place, suddenly burst into this relaxed atmosphere.

“Chris? Please stand up and follow me,” Arthur asked him.

“Yes, sir!” he replied, laughing loudly and followed him out to the back deck.

What did the officer want from him? It was dark there, there was no music and no company…hopefully it was something important and hopefully it would be quick so that he could get back to the party soon.

Arthur stopped and ordered: “Stop!”

Chris stopped abruptly.

“Turn around!”

Chris did that carefully and raised his hands as he looked into the silencer of a Walther PPK.

“What do you want from me?” he asked the officer.

The officer didn’t bat an eyelash and simply replied: “Feed the fish”.

Then he pulled the trigger twice and Chris fell overboard. After that, Arthur hid the gun in his waistband and went to the bridge of the yacht.

Without looking up from the nautical charts, the boss asked: “Have you finished the job?”

With a cold, malicious grin, the officer replied: “Yes, boss. The fish have plenty of food today.”

11:57:55 a.m. … the clock was ticking….

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Bob (13/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 13 of 24: 10:00 am - 11:00 am

10:22:53 a.m.

NCIS headquarters:

The case was really messed up. All leads were leading nowhere - if there were any leads at all.

And instead of finding answers, more and more questions were raised.

Gibbs could have burst with anger and impatience, but that didn't help them either.

Maybe you had overlooked something? It would be best if you summarized all the information you had...

"So..." he addressed you and DiNozzo. “We have: a stolen helicopter, a missing body and now three missing living people...if this continues, the whole base will soon be gone,” he grumbled sarcastically.

You couldn't help but laugh. You loved sarcasm. In this respect, you and Gibbs were very similar. But luckily, as a pilot, you had more patience than he did.

Gibbs thought for a moment and then asked: “Tony, have you looked at the surveillance videos of the entrance gates?”

“Yes, boss.” DiNozzo quickly jumped up and went to one of the large screens in the office.

“There are only two interesting shots...here you can see Holding passing through the west gate with someone and here...some time later...you can see a delivery truck leaving the base through the same gate,” Tony explained.

Gibbs and you looked at the footage critically. “Are there any identifying features?” you wanted to know.

“That's the catch. Unfortunately, not. Abby couldn't find out anything either," DiNozzo replied regretfully.

"Is there anything new about Smith, Fuller, Connelly or the helicopter?" asked the boss. Tony just shook his head.

Gibbs exhaled audibly. It was absolutely frustrating.

And to irritate him even more, his phone rang at that moment.

He answered it irritably: "Gibbs."

"Yes, take him to interrogation room 1, I'll be right there."

He hung up, picked up his coffee mug and ordered you and DiNozzo to follow him.

"Jack Smith has resurfaced and wants to turn himself in," he informed Tony and you on the way.

"At least one person has resurfaced," you commented, which Gibbs acknowledged with a short laugh. That was exactly his humor.

"You two will be watching him. I'll go in and see what he has to say to us," he said as you all arrived at the surveillance room.

As he had done countless times before, Gibbs entered the interrogation room, put the file on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the suspect.

He folded his hands, looked at him and asked: "Where were you and why did you disappear from the hospital?"

Embarrassed, Smith looked at his hands and then answered: "I was scared and needed to think in peace."

Gibbs continued to look at him and showed no emotion.

Jack looked at him, took a deep breath and then said: "I want to turn myself in and I want to be taken into protective custody."

"What have you done, Marine?" asked Gibbs with a searching look.

The corporal was visibly uncomfortable, but he tried to stand firm: "I am being blackmailed by Colonel Fuller."

"Why?"

“He recently found out that a fatal accident occurred during my training, and I was to blame for it...but I had kept quiet about my guilt. The Colonel threatened to report it. Then my career would be over.”

He paused briefly and then continued quietly: “But it is now anyway, isn’t it?”

Gibbs processed this information in silence and then asked: “What should you do for him?”

Smith shrugged and answered: “Tell the truth.”

Jethro’s eyebrows shot up: “And that would be?” he wanted to know.

“I made sure that the robbery could be carried out.”

“How?”

No answer.

Gibbs stood up, leaned over Jack and tried again:

“Where has Fuller gone?”

“He’s gone?” asked Jack, astonished.

“Yes,” confirmed Jethro and continued to ask “Where is he going and where is the helicopter?”

Jack shrugged his shoulders, visibly irritated: “I don’t know.”

That didn’t lead to anything. The investigator took the file and left the room without saying a word.

DiNozzo was already waiting in the hallway.

“Something’s wrong, that’s too easy,” said Gibbs, pondering.

“Boss…I don’t think he knows anything,” Tony guessed.

“Yes, I’m afraid so too. Let him go,” the senior investigator instructed and then stomped back to his desk.

10:52:03 a.m.

Somewhere on the open sea:

The dark figure reached the large, majestic yacht, moored the speedboat and climbed on board, where the first officer was already waiting to receive them.

“Good evening, boss. Welcome aboard,” he greeted.

“Arthur,” the person addressed greeted briefly and then asked: “Did everything go correctly?”

The officer nodded: “Yes. The helicopter is on board.”

The Boss looked at him critically: “You're hesitating. Are there any problems?”

“I overheard that one of the team wants to sell the helicopter and pocket the money.”

“Get rid of him discreetly,” the dark figure ordered coldly and went into the interior of the yacht.

10:58:13 a.m. …the clock was ticking…

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