Summary: Grudges are never good . . . especially when the grudge holder knows how to get you good.
Rated: FR13
Categories: General > Crack!Fic, Het > McGee/Ziva, Het > Other Het Pairing
Genre: Action, Alternate Universe, Crack!Fic
Warnings: None
Challenges: The Man (or Woman) From N.C.I.S.
Challenges: The Man (or Woman) From N.C.I.S.
Series: None
Story Notes
Written for The Man (or Woman) From NCIS challenge.
“Lockdown occurring in ten . . . nine . . . eight . ..”

A figure swathed entirely in black scurried from one end of the steel gray room to the other, hissing into a hand held radio. “Blacklung! Do you read, Blacklung?”

Another figure in black raised their own radio to their lips. “I copy, Little Legs. What do you have?”

“The doors are closing. We have to get out of here!”

“. . . three . . . two . . .”

“I’ve got you, Little Legs!”

Blacklung swooped down from the balcony on which he’d been standing, descending on a titanium rope, and captured Little Legs to his body in a deft motion, allowing the sheer force of the rope swinging to take them back to the balcony, where they landed with a thud. He released the rope, then the duo turned to watch the heavy metal doors slam shut with a dull thud, letting out identical sighs of relief when the motion was completed.

Blacklung removed the mask that had been hiding his features, revealing a baby face topped with curly brown hair. “That was a close one, huh?”

His partner, now revealed to be a sweet-looking Asian woman, scowled at him. “Too close, Jimmy. We have to be more careful. You know NCIS is always looking for infiltrations!”

He let out a sigh. “I’ll do better next time, Michelle.” He attempted to bring her close to him. “Come on, baby . . .”

She wormed out of his grasp. “No, Jimmy. There won’t be a next time, not at this rate.” She began walking away, leaving Jimmy resigned in the background.

Jimmy wandered back towards the balcony railing. He was really hoping this mission would have gone more smoothly. As it was, he was in danger from being fired from his job as a stuntsman for the Western Virginian Actors Troupe. They routinely broke into buildings that made for good sets to practice for upcoming shows, and the NCIS building had been difficult to break into, but the set-up was perfect for the Terminator-style live action show they were putting on next month.

The only reason he had even known of the NCIS building in the first place was in talking to one of the elder actors in the troupe – a Donald Mallard, who went by the nickname Ducky. Truthfully, aside from Michelle, Ducky was Jimmy’s favorite person in the troupe. He was an incredible actor, able to take on any role, from Shakespeare to the role of a slightly long-winded autopsy technician. Ducky had told tales of a spy agency right in the heart of Washington, D.C., known by the title of NCIS.

But what Jimmy didn’t know was how Ducky was aware of NCIS. Mr. Mallard was, in fact, a retired secret agent for NCIS . . . well, retired isn’t exactly the right word. NCIS, which stands for the New Confederation of International Spies, had actually let Ducky go, citing reasons unknown, which Ducky knew meant they thought he was too old. Since then, he held a bit of an understandable grudge against the agency and had been looking for a way to get back at them. Letting the cat out of the bag about the agency’s existence seemed like just the right way to do so.

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