NCIS Short Stories.

Story 1: The Accident

        Rule number twelve. That is all Eleanor Bishop was thinking about when Clayton Reeves unlocked the door to his apartment. She was in a beautiful dress, with Reeves in one of his tuxedos. She had just eaten and amazing diner after a night at the theatre, watching a symphony orchestra.

         "I shouldn't be here," Bishop thought. "I shouldn't be in this relationship. Clay is my coworker, and I am dating him. I am breaking rule number twelve. Although Tony did too, and he found the love of his life. Maybe we have a chance. Maybe Gibbs won't find out." She didn't notice Reeves unlocked the door.

         "Coming Ellie?" Reeves asked. Bishop snapped out of thought and followed Reeves through the door. Bishop sat down on the couch and started zoning again.

         "Ellie?" Reeves asked. "Are you thinking about Gibbs's rule again?" Bishop nodded her head. Reeves kissed her on the cheek. "It'll be okay Ellie. Gibbs doesn't have to know." Bishop smiled, doubt on her mind. Gibbs knows everything.

          Reeves kissed her again, seeing right through her. "We have been dating for two months, and nobody has discovered us. Not even Gibbs. We will be fine."

         Bishop smiled. Reeves never failed to make her feel better. She loved that about him. She loved everything about him. He sat down on the couch, and Bishop curled up into his chest. Reeves reached for the TV remote, and turned on the news.

          He watched the TV, keeping an eye out for important stories, while Bishop dozed off on his chest. He smiled and gently wrapped an arm around her. Bishop began to snore, but it was ever so soft. It didn't even sound like a snore, it just sounded like her breathing a little louder than usual. Reeves was just about to doze off too, when he heard the news anchor say something that caught his attention.

           "This accident was between an unregistered black SUV, and the cyan blue pickup truck of Leroy Jethro Gibbs," Reeves shook Bishop awake. She grumbled, until she saw the story and fell silent. "Gibbs, an investigator at NCIS, and the driver of the SUV, are currently missing. There was one passenger in the pickup truck, who is now in critical condition. The name of this patient is not being relea..." Reeves shut off the TV.

           "It was Abby," the two of them said in unison. Bishop grabbed her coat as Reeves grabbed his keys, and they raced out of the apartment.

          Bishop almost started running when she and Reeves arrived at the hospital. It was the last one Abby could be in, and Bishop was scared. She flashed her badge at the nurse, who immediately went for the patient logs.

          "Abigail Sciuto is in room 205," the nurse said. Bishop thanked her and ran to the room. Reeves followed silently behind.
         
          When Bishop reached the room, she started crying at what she saw. Abby was attached to a ventilator, with the tube stuck into her throat. Her eyes were open, and filled with pain. Her right side was stitched, and her left arm was bent. There was a doctor giving Abby a painkiller, but Bishop already knew it wasn't going to help.

            Bishop walked into the room, Reeves behind her. Abby face showed recognition, though no words were spoken. Reeves turned to talk to the doctor, while Bishop held Abby's numb hand.

          "Abby," Bishop said. "I am so sorry." Bishop was being strangled by regret. She was supposed to take Abby home. Abby was to ride in her truck, not Gibbs'. It's all Bishop's fault. Abby used her other hand to tap a Morse code. Bishop watched the finger as it tapped out different patterns.

          · ·   -  · · ·  - - -  - · -. Bishop ran through the code in her head. "It's ok."

          "No Abby, it's not. I am the reason you are in this bed. It's all my fault."

          · ·   - · -   - ·  - - -  · - -. "I know." Bishop wracked her brain to see what this meant. Abby was too nice to say that. Unless she knew something else. Like who cause the crash.

          "Wait, do you know who caused the crash?" Bishop asked.

          - · - -   ·   · · ·. "Yes."

          So Abby knew who did it. And she could ID who did it. Bishop sat with Abby for hours, having Reeves translate the code, and herself drawing up the sketch. When she was finished, Bishop gasped and dropped the pad of paper.

          It was Jake Malloy.