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Head East When Possible...

The MCRT had headed home to pack for their trip to England while Special Agent Gibbs headed up to the Director's Office in order to get the go ahead in order to travel to England and help the newest member of his team, Tom. Leon was sat at his desk, filling out various forms for a variety of different reason, including the consent form that give the MCRT the authority to travel to Dorset in Britain and deal with the murder of a young blonde girl on a campsite near the coast. "I need to go across to Britain to handle a case," Gibbs asked in his 'I'm going anyway' voice. "Form's already filled out," Leon replied. "And Gibbs, we cannot afford to lose Tom at the moment. He is in too deep with the Terrorist Cell and Felix. Find a way of ensuring this goes down as self-defense." "Going to be hard, we only have his word for it, that and she didn't belong there, but that is it," Gibbs acknowledged. "Better get to work

How to Change Ones Destiny

Tom was walking around the bookshop looking for a new book to read when a member of staff came up to him and asked him why he was crying. Tom hadn't realised that he was crying, nor had he realised or taken in what he had seen. He turned to the member of staff and explained that he didn't even realise he was crying.

The Request of the Century

It was a bright and sunny day in Washington DC and the Major Case Response Team (MCRT) at the Naval Criminal Investigative Service (NCIS) was bored out of their minds – Tony was even bored of annoying Tim and Ziva. They had no paperwork; no active case; no nothing. Everything that happened with the Navy or Marines had suddenly just dropped out.

Blackout in 18

Tom was enjoying his day, nothing had happened that upset him, nothing had tried to murder him; he was fine – until she came. He knew her, but her eyes weren't her. She was someone else who had taken control of her body, or she has officially lost it, Tom thought. The girl leapt at him, giving him only a fraction of a second to react. He spun around in a full circle while side stepping to the right.         "Hold still," she snapped, swinging an electrically charged punch at Tom's face.         "And let you kill me, I think not," Tom retorted as he jumped backwards to avoid the uppercut.