Ncis Agent Novels & Stories

I finally said. Boss just stared at me. “Let’s find out and see later.” He quietly said. He really trusts Bacchus. I irritatingly thought. Tsk. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Yosef, Kheemo and Jheemo are welcomed by FBI agents in L.A. headed by Agent Jones. Some L.A.-based Dark Knight agents are also waiting for them to receive instructions. “Topgun, Agent Jones from FBI L.A. Glad to finally meet you.” Agent Jones says and offers his hand to Yosef.

"I believe he's enjoying watching us scramble to save three hundred people. This was always his endgame. Even if we caught him, he wanted to leave maximum destruction in his wake." A new voice interrupted us. "Actually, that's not entirely true." I turned to see a woman in a white coat standing in the doorway. She was young, maybe thirty, with short black hair and intense eyes. "Dr. Emily Chen," she said, extending her hand to Agent Chen. "No relation, I assume. I'm a neurochemist from Johns Hopkins. The FBI flew me in to consult on this case." "What did you mean about Shaw's endgame?" I asked.

On my way to stand, her foot connected with my chest, pushing me firmly back to the ground. "There should be enough time for me to finish you off," she began, using more force to press her foot to my body. I was getting frustrated already and the worst part was that, there was nothing that was going to change her made up mind. "D3 Agent, Lade Adenuga of the ICS," I revealed and for a second I had thought her strong countenance would falter but instead, she appeared to even be more determined. "If that's supposed to counter my thoughts then I'm afraid you've been mistaken. I see ICS officials trickle in and out like they own the place. You won't deceive me."

Charleston, West Virginia FBI Building When Agent Conner walked into the observation room the afternoon of that Saturday, he didn’t think he would see their boss, the deputy director, Mr. Jimmy, and a junior agent, Agent Smith in there. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a white and black striped shirt inside it, and he stood there in front of the one way mirror with his arms folded across his chest. “Sir,” he greeted him with a nod. “Agent Conner.” Mr. Jimmy nodded at him and then he greeted Smith then he sighed, before turning back to look through the one way mirror, where Agent Ezekiel sat and on the opposite side of the chair, was Jack Northland and Mr. Darien, his lawyer.

Her rambling definitely expressed her astound at the file. “I've heard about him before…wait, I think I remember some gist about him..”. (O’Malley) When looking at him, she seemingly reminded of something that happened in the past, as a senior CIA agent who have worked for 20 plus years in the field. The several code name certainly brought some piece of memories to her. But she hardly can recalled that memories, she keep pondering about it time and time again. “Ma’am..we got a problem!…the server is acting up!..”. (Agent Tia)

Had the backdrop of this fiasco not been the death of my Father, I might have enjoyed the twitching/counter-twitching going on between Rachel, who desperately wanted any one of her guns, and the cops who were picking up on that desire. "Mr. Nyilas, I am..." and the introductions came pouring in. I had Theodora Chumwell and Brock Miklos, Special Agents of the FBI, John Rios, Special Agent with the ATF, Investigator Horace Brewster from the Burnham PD and Homicide Detective Lisa Capella from the Chicago PD. "We would like to talk with you," Theodora took charge. "Can I ask a question first?" I raised my hand. That appeared to set them off their game plan.

Tonight, like many nights before, he was watching criminals do what criminals do. "Movement at the north entrance," Agent Miller whispered from the passenger seat. Miller was younger, maybe thirty-five, with the kind of energy that came from still believing the system could work. He had joined the FBI straight out of college and still thought most cases had happy endings. Agent Cathy Williams sat in the back of the van, holding a camera with a telephoto lens. She had been working organized crime longer than either of her partners, and she knew that nights like this rarely went according to plan.

Even if they have seen that state of their house, they are adamant of staying there. “Yup, it is hypnotism.” Agent L— or we know more as Albert— whispered to the person beside him, Agent H— or Hestia, but the latter did not react nor looked at him as a sort of recognition of his thought. Rather, she focused on the discussion going on inside the conference room. Agents are standing one by one as they will be employed as a staff to the Don Brook household. There was even an agent in the same batch and age as Hestia and Albert that will be employed to the Don Brook family— having the mission to form a connection to their daughter.

"Don't hesitate to call me if the reporters trouble you again in the future. I'll handle them." "Surely." "Have you tried to track Craig Tyrell's call records?" "On it. But it's going to take some time." "Understandable." "Agent Winslow, are you two the only ones from the NCI who'll be helping us in the investigation?" Derek gave her a look which Elise was all too familiar with. "Yes. Since the case is registered with the police, we two are the only ones assisting you. But if it goes to the NCI, it might be a different scenario altogether." Elise replied and glanced at Kai, who returned her gaze with a cryptic expression of his own.

Nadia turned around looking at Miller who was smirking at her as he approached. "Miller, good to see you again," She said with a smile and Miller smirked. "You really had me on that one, Nadia... Or should I call you WhiteFlower?" He asked and she smiled at him. "I am pretty sure that your boss told you the gist of it. He was very interested in the software too. It seems like we will be working together for a while now," Nadia told him, "Cybercrime Agency, Agent Miller..."