Ncis Agent Novels & Stories

"You keep putting me in very compromising positions." "Sorry," I reply, but I'm not really all that sorry. "I'm serious," He says firmly. "You should not be taking me along to meet your criminal friends. I'm an FBI agent. It's my job to catch these kinds of people. It's bad enough I'm not bringing you in but taking me along and introducing me to more criminals is putting me in a very compromising position." "I know," I reply seriously. "And I promise, Quinn is not a criminal. Quinn is completely normal." I pause as I think it over. "Mostly." This emits another groan from Ryders.

“Hey, Rosaline Browns, right?“, he whispered softly while removing his palm from my mouth. I meekly nodded as I was still dazzled by his charm. He maintained his composure and looked at me sternly. “I am Agent Vincent Valentino from CIA. You can simply call me V. I have been appointed for your safety from the famous and dangerous Black Swan gang leader, Xavier Knights”, he spoke in his husky voice. As soon as those words left his mouth, I froze. Noah frowned as he noticed my dull face.

Jeremy asked in perplexity. He must have thought that I was acting based on what we discussed the previous night. I nodded. “We need to be close to him to plan properly.” “And you want us to trust you with that?” Nathan bellowed, his voice filled with skepticism. I eventually got to roll my eyes. “Look here, Nathan…” I took a deep breath before I began my warning. “I am a f**king secret agent working with the NIS,” I stated firmly. “If you are questioning my ability, then I’ll suggest you don’t. My work rate is higher than you can possibly think of.”

"These are Agents Samuel Jenkins and Baruti Wimbush." Zora stepped forward, authority radiating off her. "Supervisory Special Agent Zora Clark." Agent Jenkins met her with an extended hand. The man looked like he'd just come from a Sunday church social in his navy blue pinstripe suit and paisley tie. He was of average height and his angular face looked like it could grace the cover of a magazine.

She didn't expect anyone would reach out to her private residence. The young agent took a deep breath and replied to him in her most calming manner. "I've been studying a lot of cases," While in reality she has been assigned intensively to the Sokolov cartel and keeping tabs on Yegor. And up until a couple of days ago she almost had him, but somehow he was one step ahead of her. Again. "Kiska, you've been studying me. I have eyes on you, now here's what I'm proposing..." His calmness, his words, his well-disguised threats were slowly rattling her until she decided to end the call abruptly.

“I assume you know why you’re here?” The second man asked her expectantly. “Not quite,” Cara answered in an almost whisper. “My name is Detective Graeme and this is Agent Carter.” The first man motioned to his colleague who was taking a seat opposite Cara. “Can you confirm your job title for us, Miss Jones?” Agent Carter asked, flicking through a file in front of him. “I’m erm... the head of my department in Biochemistry,” Cara spoke nervously.

Syncere asked with his brow raised. Judge Taylor was speechless, she didn't have anything to say once Syncere reminded them that they were going to be spending years in jail because of her daughter. A few minutes later the doors opened again. “AG Jamison, we didn't know you were the one coming in tonight. Director Waters isn't here, The agent in charge is in her office.” The Agent said, as Karla walked into the room with other agents on her heels. “That won't be necessary. I have already been there, you need to go to that office and be debriefed. One of my agents will hold your position down until you get back.” AG Karla said looking at the man who nodded and quickly left the room.

“And with no security in sight. Do you plan on burning this place to the ground, too?” “How.” I interrupted with gritting teeth. “How are you still alive?” She smirked. “A miracle, isn’t it? That’s how we agents get the job done. How many years did you believe I’m dead? I did my job well, didn’t I?” I scowled. An agent. So she’s like Fallon. Perhaps I could squeeze something out of her. “Come with me, Naya. Or is that not your real name?” “Call me Agent Doe. And why would I? Should I not be alarming the Director right now? The country’s most wanted fugitive just walked in on our headquarters. The man’s got balls of steel, it seems.”

She turned around to look and realized the famiar face smiling at her. It was Jasper, an NDLEA agent who had been working on the maestro case closely and privately 2 years even before the so-callded RICO was formed, which practically made him a colleague to Nena on the case. He had been working closely with Nena since the inception of the RICO and she had observed that not only was he a huge fan of her work, he was also a secret admirer. She had also used this observation to her great advantage by playing smart on his ego and in return, gets classified information on the case from the man. It's amusing how much you could fool a man if only you knew too well , how to play on his ego and emoti

The ringing of the burner phone catches my attention as I jump into action, halting the ringing and raising the device to listen. "Agent Wave," the monotone voice continues, "you are urgently needed at the agency, at this very moment." My real name's Allister but they call me Agent Wave. Being a top agent is an honor given to me by the Cypher agency. And I'll never fail them. Confirming the time of my arrival, I headed to the garage, grabbing a gun and keys, raring the engine I accelerated through the streets of Downtown Phoenix. Making my way to the top floor, I see the director of Cypher, Leonard Martins, as he paces the length of the hall.