An NCIS Life

CATCHING AND LOCKING UP A KILLER

The gun shot rang in the air. Of course our first instinct is to make sure everyone was still ok and luckily we all had our vests on so we were. Quinn then had the right to knock open the door. So what did she do? She just took her foot and kicked the locked door right open.

It honestly makes you wonder what gym you gotta enroll in.

All of our training always has to kick in there if we don't want to die so of course it did.

"Lets go" Quinn motioned us to come inside. "Mason you go and check outside. Drake check all closets and cupboards. Grace you be my back up. Now go go go." Quinn whispered directions to us.

At Quinn's go Mason ran towards the back door and Drake ran over to start checking out the first closet.

Quinn set off to the first living room so of course I followed. I was her protection!

After checking under the couch and behind the TV we heard a sudden scream. Of course since we knew each other so well we knew exactly who had those sorta girly unmanly screams. Drake.

"DRAKE" I yelled running, as I looked for the closet that George must have popped out of.

That was when I saw the fighting of the two of them. George and Drakes gun were sprawled across the room. Both of them were attempting to beat the crap out of each other and get a gun. Drake looked like he was in the lead but we can never take any chances. That meant it was my time to be the hero (cliche I know)

"George" I started as I saw Mason come around from the outside to help me out. "There are now three cops, Myself, Mason, and Quinn surrounding you. Now if you make one move towards that gun we will not hesitate to shoot you." I said trying to get George to basically surrender himself.

George looked up to see the three guns pointed at him. Luckily he was smart enough to stand up with his hands on his head. He really does not want to die... smart...

Mason ran up from behind him and put the handcuffs on George, and what a relief it was.

"GEORGE NIX YOU ARE UNDER ARREST" Mason yelled clearly happy and relieved about this arrest and case as well.

Mason led him over to the truck and put him into the passenger seat. That only meant one thing. Drake, Mason and I were going to be stuck in the back of the truck on the way back to the office. What a joy!

After collecting some of Georges trash (for some teeth imprints and DNA, we were ready to leave).

"EVERYONE READY?" Quinn questioned before we took off.

After we all yelled yes back we were on our way back home.

Mason, Drake, and I's smiles were evident that we had caught this killer. The case had just taken a little longer than normal. We couldn't exactly celebrate that we had made an arrest, with the killer sitting up front. That would just have to wait until we made the final arrest and got George into the system.

Just because you catch the killer my friends does not mean that your job is done. There is a lot more to do, including informing the victims family and the killers family. It is a struggle!

After we got back to the office I led George into our scarier interrogation room. It was all metal and gray making have a less happier feeling and a more depressing kind of feel. People honestly do act much differently depending on what environment they are in.

Quinn had given me the job to try and get anything I could out of George. Like motive or if he only knew Frank through his sister. It also is my job to try and get him to confess. If murderers do confess, that normally gets them out of being sentenced to the death penalty. It also gets them to get a little better of a deal, and go to a more 'friendly' prison.