I walk through the halls of NCIS sure I'm now a "rookie" and apparently I have to do what Dinozzo says (huge eye roll there). After a week of mow the lawn, grab coffee, get me some information, we have. . . BATTLE TRAINING!!!! At a shooting range but still!!!! I grab my Icer and run over to Dinozzo and McGee. "Recruits a bit happy today," Dinozzo whispers to McGee, not like I can't hear. I follow them as they blab on about this being the "Greatest" range in history. Eh hem, HELICARRIER!!! Shooting etiquette. Blah Blah Blah. I pull out my shotgun since we won't be shooting at real people. Why is that so bad? I pull out my shotgun and yell to Dinozzo, "Bet I can hit it more than you!" He yells something like I'll take that bet and get's McGee to join. I focus with my eyes on the target, and not the hostage. I think hard to the last hostage shoot out, was it in Russia or England? Either way I aim and fire the shotgun straight into the "murderer's" head 6 times. I laugh and look at Dinozzo 2/6 really? Barton would've gotten 7/6. And yes, I've seen him do it. Walking back to the car I shove Dinozzo as he looks at his gun. I look over and smile. "Wait ! something wrong," I say before bags cover our heads and we fall to the tranquilizers now lunged in our necks. . .
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FanfictionWhen a dead marine turns up floating in the middle of the national mall with a hole in his chest, two agencies are called to the scene with two different jurisdictions. Now, NCIS and S.H.I.E.L.D. must work to find the lost infinity stone before time...
