Ncis Double Identity Novels & Stories

Jared stared into Nicole's eyes to confirm that she was not lying to him, and that her timeline and alibi added up. "You know, if a person has amnesia, they can easily retrieve their identity as long as they go to the police. I went to one and got your information checked. For the past five years, your record has been squeaky clean. It's obvious that there were strings pulled to give you this new identity," he said. It would otherwise be impossible for Jared to trace Nicole down if she had not changed her identity. On the other hand, Niki had not foreseen the fact that Jared would be so meticulous when it came to his analyses and deductions.

“ they either had a real identity before and now they have a made up one or they had a fake identity and not they have a real one Or-” He leaned on the fridge. “They never had a real identity. Just been switching between appearances. Which one is your girl?” “None. She is way too committed to this new identity for it to be a fake also, she is roo meticulous. If this is her false identity, she would not be so careful.” “You know -” he returned to his computer. “There is one angle we haven't explored.” “Which is?”

Jessica was momentarily taken aback by how quickly events had escalated. Just as she was about to speak, Chris shouted to Indya, “Don’t go to the hospital! Under no circumstances approach Thomas. Also, I suspect Bob has another identity outside, like Jaden, disguising as someone else in social circles. Be careful.” Even after just one hypnosis session, Chris had obtained so much information, leaving Jessica surprised. “Another identity? And you don’t even know who it is—that’s hard to guard against!” Indya frowned. Indya was sitting on Shannon’s desk in the secretary’s office.

"Yes, sir. I'm in the lobby now." And then he looked up, caught sight of Niklaus across the lobby, and waved. Niklaus started walking in our direction. Toward the bag I was holding that contained all the evidence of Kesley's double identity—the wig, the makeup, the dress that screamed "I am Kesley Bellamy, your Aria." No. No, no, no, this could not be happening. This was the worst possible scenario. The absolute nightmare version of how this could have gone. My eyes met Kesley's across the lobby, and I saw the exact moment she registered what was happening. Her face went pale—actually lost color like someone had drained all the blood from her cheeks. Her eyes widened with the same panic I fe

“With respect, Your Honor, that seal was filed under procedural irregularity.” “That’s not accurate.” “It is now.” Reeves swore under his breath. “They’re rewriting in real time.” The navy-suited woman’s fingers flew across her tablet. “It’s not a broadcast,” she said. “It’s authenticated. Credentials verified. Biometric pass.” She looked at me. “Your clearance is active.” “That’s impossible,” I said. “You just suspended it.” “We did.” The tailored man’s expression darkened. “They’re running a parallel identity.” The figure on screen slid the folder toward the judge.

The double screamed. “What’s happening?” Sophia held her tighter. “You’re choosing.” The double’s empty eyes began filling with color. She looked at her reflection in Sophia’s eyes. Then whispered: “I don’t want to be you.” Sophia smiled. “Good.” “I want to be me.” A golden explosion filled the universe. A New Person When the light disappeared the double was gone. In her place stood a young woman. Different. Not Sophia. Not a copy. Not an alternate future. Someone entirely new.

Not from weakness but from humanness because i still had the ability to feel, and if i could feel, i hadn't lost everything. By nightfall, we were in a Geneva safehouse, one of Jamal's oldest contacts. There was a man, Dr. Hauser, who ran biometric vaults out of Switzerland's underground city. His basement was a bunker of encrypted DNA scanners, retinal locks, and identity algorithms in layers. "I'm not reading her," Dr. Hauser said, frowning after Melissa scanned her palm. Jamal's brow creased. "What do you mean?" Hauser spun the screen around to face them. "There's no Melissa Kingsley. Single identity profile: K3."

There was more cheering, and the place seemed to hum with hope. The stranger at the rear turned and disappeared out the door as Nicholas began to continue. Nicholas stiffened; it might mean nothing, but it might mean everything. A Risk Taking Cover in the Dark After the press briefing, Nicholas hardly had time to rejoice before Ethan pulled him away. "We're having trouble." Nicholas asked, "What kind of problem?" as he tensed up. “Did you see that man at the speech? We searched security databases for his face.” Ethan clenched his jaw and handed him a tablet, saying, "He doesn't exist under any legitimate identity."

“You’re working for someone else. Or should I say… spying?” He raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you think that?” I slid my hands into my pockets. “Because none of it adds up. You just happened to know where I was being held when I was kidnapped in Paris. Same thing happened with Davian…” I took a step closer. “The only difference? You didn’t catch a single one of my kidnappers. But with Davian—you found one of my men and somehow got a confession out of him.” He tilted his head slightly. “You do remember I worked for NCIS before I started working for your mom, right?”

The Anderson family’s heiress? Since when did my dad have another daughter? Just as I was trying to make sense of it, my boyfriend sent me a message. We work at the same company, so he must have seen everything unfold. I assumed he was reaching out to comfort me, but when I opened the message, my heart dropped. “Emily, I can’t believe you would stoop so low just to show off. Stealing from someone else? I’m so disappointed in you. We’re done.” He didn’t know about my real identity, so I could understand why he wouldn’t believe I could afford something as extravagant as this necklace.