Ncis Double Identity Novels & Stories

Noel continued. Before long, the forensic team was done with their work and met Nicholas to say goodbye. They would meet at the hospital for further investigation. "Other than the last piece of clothing..." Noel picked up the bags of evidence, there was one plastic bag that caught Nicholas' attention. Noel picked up the same plastic bag, then took something out from inside. "There's an identity card in here." "The woman had an ID?" Nicholas looked at Noel in confusion. Noel shrugged. "You won't believe me, but... you have to see that!" Noel pointed to the plastic object that was placed next to the small plastic bags. "We also found a suitcase near the second entrance. I asked the officers he

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 said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

“Two identities… for years.” Reef whistled low. “That explains the perfect mask. They could move between roles without raising suspicion. One identity rests while the other works. Or covers tracks.” I looked up at Jordan slowly, realization hitting hard. “Someone inside the packhouse has been living under two identities for years. The Keeper didn’t just hide. They duplicated themselves.” Jordan’s voice was barely a whisper. “All those memories… the comforting hands, the familiar faces… one person wearing different masks the whole time?”

"If you're around Evelyn and she mentions Daniel Cole, you know nothing beyond what she's been allowed to know. Daniel Cole is Daniel Cole. Nobody is Nobody. They are separate individuals." Denkley gave a low whistle. "You're creating an entire second identity." "Not creating. Maintaining. There's a difference. A very important one." Denkley was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "All right. She won't hear it from me." "That's what I needed to know." "But I have to admit something." "What?" "I'm beginning to understand why people have trouble figuring you out." Daniel smiled. "People usually have trouble figuring out what they don't understand."

At first I thought I was hallucinating or perhaps seeing a ghost. But when Melissa uttered what we were all thinking and Nicholas began to glance at the body on the bed and then back at the doorway, I knew that the man before us was all too real. He chuckled and the scratched then back of his head before saying, “Uh no, you called me on the phone earlier. I am Daniel, Dante’s twin brother.” They were identical with each feature exactly the same from their dark hair to their perfectly chiselled noses.

Rewriting. Nathan whispered, “…Lila?” But I wasn’t fully there anymore. Not fully me. Not fully her. Something in etween was forming. And then— the system screamed. Not aloud. Inside everything. ERROR: DUAL IDENTITY COHERENCE DETECTED. The white exploded outward. Everything collapsed. And the last thing I saw before the world shattered again was the twin reaching toward me. Not to erase me. Not to replace me. But to hold on.

“Unlocked. I rerouted the signal before they jammed the room.” My throat tightened. “Why help me?” “Because you were supposed to die,” he said. “And because the woman wearing your face?” A pause. “She isn’t you. She’s what they built when you broke.” A sound behind us—soft. Intentional. We both turned. My double stood at the far end of the corridor, illuminated by the low emergency glow. Alone. No guards. No weapons visible. Just her. “You always did choose chaos over control,” she said softly.

One of the bankers led me to the safe deposit boxes, pulled the appropriate one, then escorted me to an empty room and closed the door behind him. It felt just like a movie; I half expected secret agents to break through the door at any moment. Inside the box was a new me, everything that Lucien Smith needed to start over. Right down to the passport. The interesting part was there was a full set of ID for him, and a full set of ID for me. I was now Lucien Smith. How and why had he done this? In a world of magick, he had access to it all. I shuffled through the papers, hoping there was a note, some sort of explanation, but there wasn’t.

She answered and got pushed into the van. "Move it." The cop hit the van and it began to move. The cop with the key turned around to go in, he was careful so he had someone else follow him in. They heard someone yelling frantically, the first man looked at his colleague before rushing to open the door. Jennifer burst out and they were shocked to see another version of Jessica. "Identical twins?" The second man asked. "Obviously." Jennifer ran to the entrance but she wasn't there anymore; Jessica was gone. She turned to the two cops with a tired face and injured body.