NCIS playing mommy -- (Author) lolabunny

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Author: lolabunny
Timestamp: Jun 4, 2024 at 4:28 AM
Content: Hello everyone, this is my story, comments are welcome, criticism of what you like, my native language is not English, failures may appear.

Prologue:
A kidnapping in Maine leads to a long investigation for Special Agent Paul, who will have to work as a team

Chapter 01

In picturesque southern Maine, a short, blonde girl ran along the wooded trails of a local park. Wearing a neon orange shirt with the word L.E.C printed on it and pink leggings, she enjoyed the sunny day while working out. Benson, as she was known, was a popular figure on social media, with a profile full of photos of herself showing her routine and her friends, she was a blogger, while she was running, Benson took her cell phone out of her pocket and captured a photo of the stunning scenery. around you. Excited by the prospect of sharing her activity with her followers, she posted the image on her social networks, adding the hashtag #vidaaoarlivre. Satisfied with the post, she continued her run, holding a bottle of water to stay hydrated.

However, a small accident happened. Benson absentmindedly spilled some water on her pants. Although the incident was barely noticeable to most people, a young brown-haired woman was watching her closely from a nearby bench. Seeing the situation, she quickly got up and started running towards Benson. Upon reaching her, the woman accidentally hit Benson and immediately apologized:

"Sorry, oops! It looks like I spilled water on you." The woman was also carrying a bottle of water, showing a strange coincidence. Benson replied casually, "Don't worry, it's no big deal." However, the lady insisted, offering a solution:

"Let's go to the bathroom. That way you can clean yourself better." Benson, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the woman's insistence, hesitated for a moment.

She didn't have much strength to resist, and before she could say anything, the woman grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards the park's bathroom. However, her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The woman was determined and showed no signs of stopping. In a moment of desperation, Benson began to think something was wrong. Her heart was beating fast, and she felt a sudden dizziness take over her body. Before she could understand what was happening, the woman, with a cloth in hand, roughly placed it over Benson's mouth. The cloth gave off a strange odor, and the girl felt increasingly weak. It was as if some kind of sleeping medication was mixed into that fabric.

The brown-haired woman went unnoticed by other people in the park, acting like any mother with a child. Her car, an ordinary black SUV, didn't attract attention. Opening the back door of the vehicle revealed a car seat used for children. Carefully, she placed Benson in the car seat and fastened the seat belts, treating her as if she were a child. Taking advantage of the situation, the woman inserted a pacifier into Benson's mouth, as if she was trying to maintain the appearance of an ordinary, harmless child. Once everything was ready, the woman quickly left, heading away from the park and southern Maine. The fate was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Benson was being taken away against her will.

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Meanwhile, in Washington, D.C., a young special agent named Paul was lying in his bed, resting, when he received an unexpected call. When he answered, he heard a familiar woman's voice: "Special Agent Paul." She was Monica Martinez, the head of the F.N.C agency (FBI, NCIS and CIA) and a high-ranking figure in the intelligence service hierarchy.

Monica got straight to the point: "There's been a kidnapping in Maine. I need you immediately. Come here in ten minutes." Paul recognized the seriousness of the situation and the urgent tone in his boss's voice. He quickly responded, "Okay, I'll be there." Paul hung up the phone

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Author: lolabunny
Timestamp: Jun 8, 2024 at 5:23 AM
Content: Chapter 02

Paul was awake in his house, preparing breakfast, while talking on the phone to a young investigator. The special agent had an air of security and dominance, reflecting his experience and skills in the field. As he poured coffee into his cup, some of the hot liquid dribbled out and hit his hand. Paul sighed and thought to himself: "I'll buy another one on the way.”. On the other end of the line, the person Paul was talking to continued:

"Yes, you need to work as part of a team. They want you closer to here, not just for the results, but also to help the newcomers. Also, take an aspirin, it's been a long night." Paul had a quick flashback to a poker table, with pretty girls and an intense game. He replied: "Don't worry, the guys had marked cards and tried to cheat me. I took a lot of money from them, but I'm on my way."

In the NCIS office where Paul worked, three people were sitting at their respective desks. The environment was organized and full of computers and technological equipment. The walls were decorated with photos of agents in action and medals of honor. The place exuded an air of seriousness and professionalism. A man wearing elegant clothes, with impeccable hair, spoke with a sarcastic tone:

"Will our little Gaspar show up today?" A woman looked in his direction and replied: "The way they called us yesterday, he might show up." The man laughed and teased: "Okay, oracle Cassie, what else can you tell us?" Cassie, a young woman with straight red hair tied up in a bun, replied: "The same as you, Lewis." Lewis laughed again, but before he could say anything else, a young African-American man interrupted the conversation: "Your little Gaspar will have to show up, or the sharks up there will swallow him." Lewis said: "Tonny, tell the gossip in full.”

As the team prepared for another day's work, the elevator doors opened and Paul entered the office. His imposing and determined presence caught everyone's attention. The chapter ends with Paul entering the room, ready to face the challenges that awaited him. Paul arrived at the office, put his things on his desk and immediately addressed the team. He wasted no time and asked Cassie directly:

"Have we had any ransom demands, Cassie?" She answered promptly: "No, and no sign of the kidnapper so far.”

Surprised by his colleagues' response, Paul realized that there was still a lot to share about his identity and the case in question. He picked up his coffee cup, took a sip and thought to himself: "There's someone funny on my team. The signs on the table are obvious." Paul decided to set the record straight once and for all. He looked directly at Cassie, then at Tonny and finally at Lewis. Calmly and with authority, he said:

"First, I'm an MI6 agent specializing in cybercrime, Cassie Evans." Then he turned to Tonny and said: "Special Agent Tonny Shepar, ex-SEAL and Sniper." Finally, he turned to Lewis: "Senior Agent Lewis Bishop, former New York cop and one of NCIS's best interrogators.” After introducing each member of his team with a brief description, Paul began to climb the stairs, indicating that he had more to say. "My name is Paul Levesque, a senior ex-FBI agent specializing in cybercrime," he said. He paused briefly before continuing: "And the second question concerns a young woman who was kidnapped in Maine."

Hearing these words, the team realized the seriousness of the case and the need to focus on solving it. Each member of the group felt the energy and sense of urgency that Paul was conveying. They prepared themselves to face the challenges that would arise in their mission to find the missing girl and bring justice to tho
se responsible.

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Author: lolabunny
Timestamp: Jun 16, 2024 at 5:38 AM
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At a local gas station, a woman was standing in front of a television showing the local newspaper. The news was reporting that people had taken to the streets naked, causing a stir in the town. She bought a carton of milk at the store and returned to her car. In the back seat, Benson, a teenager asleep in her car seat, had not yet woken up. Benson's abductor took the milk she had bought and poured it into a bottle. She fed the child, saying in a sinister tone: "My baby can't wake up". Holding the bottle, she gave Benson a sadistic look and added: "It would be great if you had nocturnal enuresis. Then you'd come home wet." Benson didn't know he was in the hands of a disturbed person.

Meanwhile, at the agency, Paul walked into his boss Monica's office and made a comment about the team he had been assigned to:

"What an interesting team, but I prefer to work alone. I won't collaborate." Monica smiled and said: "You still don't want me to call you immature?" She let out a laugh and continued: "This is an important case, and you'll be working as part of a team." Paul replied defiantly: "You know what happened last time." The two stared at each other, knowing that there was a lot of history between them.

As Monica and Paul exchanged words, there was a palpable tension in the air. They both knew they had a complex relationship, with a lot of water under the bridge. However, given the importance of the case in question, they would need to overcome their personal differences and work together to achieve justice. Monica answered Paul firmly:

"You know what, that wasn't your fault, and everyone here knows it." These words caused Paul to have a flashback to the shootings and explosions that had marked his past. He tried to push these memories away and concentrate on the matter at hand.Curious about the identity of the kidnapped girl, Paul asked Monica: "Who is this girl?" Monica took a photo and showed it to him, saying: "Benson, a famous influencer, advertising girl for several brands and daughter of an important politician." Paul looked at Benson's file and noticed that her father was a member of the House of Representatives and that she was also the granddaughter of a famous general. He realized that this was no ordinary victim.

Based on the information available, Paul asked Monica: "Have we had any ransom demands?" Monica nodded, indicating that there had been no demand for money so far. Paul thought to himself: "It doesn't look like a kidnapping for money, there's something more to this story." He noticed that Benson's last post had been made in a park and this could be a starting point for the investigation.