Ncis Agent Novels & Stories

asks Dane. "Yeah. So when cadets graduate at the age of thirteen from the program and become agents, they receive an 'agent name'," explains Dexter to Dane, "it serves as a reference among the agency. The agent name is only written down in paper files, and it can't be found on any digital platform. Therefore acting as a code that is not only difficult to access but also as a code that only certain people know." "What do you mean?" asks Dane. "The agent name serves as a way to differentiate agents coming back from a mission and an impostor," I add to Dexter's explanation, "therefore it serves as a security measure to stop impostors from entering into the agency at the most vulnerable point."

I wondered what a strange thing it was for me to see it with my own eyes when my mother had sold me to have bread on the table and roof over her head, giving me false promises at four and never coming to save me. Nasrin’s soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “… invited her to join the wedding, but she might not be able to come because of her job.” I sighed, placing a hand on my chest. “Thank god.” “I don’t know why you dislike her so much. She is an FBI agent and helps Zain whenever she can. She is a good friend of Khalid and—”

But I kept my gaze locked on the agent’s, refusing to let him see the cracks beneath the surface. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head like he was amazed. “You’re all sticking to the script, I see. Almost as if this was rehearsed.” Lucas let out an unimpressed exhale. “It’s called consistency. Maybe if you spent less time interrogating innocent people, you’d actually be able to get some lead on the case.” The agent’s expression hardened, and the lady officer beside him leaned forward, tapping a pen against her notepad.

She was usually the one nagging me to spend more time with Carlo. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked the minute she brought down her hand from my mouth. “Since you ignored my letter...” she began, completely ignoring my question. I frowned. Letter? “What letter?” I cut in. Cara groaned. “How about we do a reintroduction?” Something in her tone made my stomach tighten. “My name is Agent Cara Bennett. I'm an undercover agent with the Organized Crime Commission. Your husband, Don Carlo, has been on our radar for nearly twenty years.”

Did he develop a gun kink now? I dropped my bag on the countertop, “You’re home early. Where’s Lewis?” I asked, then sat on a stool in front of him. “I heard a scream, what happened?” Lewis came into the kitchen with a confused look. I glared at him before smacking the back of his head. Lewis winced and swiftly backed away from his co-agent. Lewis is actually five years younger than me, making him like a younger brother to me at times. Despite our constant bickering, I am genuinely relieved that it was Lewis who will be working with me in this mission. Lewis is one of the agency’s best agents as well. At a young age, this boy managed to push his way to the agency’s second-ranking division: I

Because she will never stop until she surpass me. Tsk. "Don't worry. This will be good, " he said. In the same day, we received a call from one of the heads. I immediately fixed myself and walk towards our meeting room. "Agent 38, you'll be the one who will hack their computer system and as well as the monitoring. Agent 45, you'll be with Agent 38 and guide her. Agent 66, since you have a special skills, you'll be with Agent 44..." Our head stopped and looked at me.

Sir the plate number you sent to me is quite a tricky one, and the owner of that vehicle can't be your suspect, he is too valuable to this country.” a man in an NCIS uniform spoke, looking into the eyes of Mr.Cage with a cup of coffee in his hands while sitting. Nia stood quietly beside the entrance door, her eyes were pale, she must have been crying a lot since her kids were kidnapped. “What do you mean valuable?" Mr.Cage raised an eyebrow, as his eyes turned a shade darker, he must be getting annoyed.

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

However, as he got closer, I could see that he had a huge smile on his face. “Jane, this is Agent Eric Pierce, and Agent Lance Mather,” Carter said, gesturing to his left and his right. The one I didn’t like was Agent Pierce. I remembered him talking to a Lance the day he was informed about the audit. So this must be his friend. “They’re here to talk with us about today’s events.” I stood and shook both their hands. I did not smile at Pierce. “Let’s talk,” I said. “Up in my office,” Pierce said.

"Excusez-moi, messieurs." Jim turned to see a young woman approaching. She was moving down the corridor toward them with long, fluid strides… a haunting certainty to her gait. Dressed casually in a knee-length cream-colored Irish sweater over black leggings, she was attractive and looked to be about twenty-nine. Her thick burgundy hair fell unstyled to her shoulders, framing the warmth of her face. This woman was healthy with an unembellished beauty and genuineness that radiated a striking personal confidence. To Jim's surprise, he walked directly up to him and extended a polite hand. "Monsieur Jim, I am Agent McEwan from DCPJ's Cryptology Department. It is a pleasure to meet you."