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Tuesday 4: 14 pm

The air base in the American state of New Mexico was silent on this Autumn evening as a blonde haired gentleman was sitting impatiently at the air traffic control unit, waiting for a scheduled flight to arrive.
The whole air base had been cleared specifically for the A-20 to land and deliver its top secret cargo to the federal government. Even fighter jets were assigned to take each side of the air craft to protect it from any intruders. The flight path from Washington DC had been totally cleared to prevent any aircraft from entering and endangering the flight.
The blonde haired gentleman had specifically chosen to take control of the landing. It was that top secret that only one man, who was well experienced in the area of landing management was in charge and all of the staff had been given the day off. Only him, the American government and the American airforce knew about this delivery this evening. Hardly any of them knew what the actual contents of the cargo was. This was for security reasons.
It had taken the American government several months to plan this event as even the slightest leak of information would send the whole nation into a feeding frenzy of information.
He drank his coffee dangerously over the buttons and the high tech equipment below him, as he waited eagerly for the confirmation from the pilot of the A-20 that it was in the area.
It had been a long day for him and as much as he wanted to call it quits for the day, he just played the horrid waiting game. 
This flight was meant to happen in the early hours of this morning but couldn't risk being exposed to the number of international and national flights that crossed its path. It was only during the afternoon that the government had given the green light for it to ahead.
Flights from the east side of the country had been delayed without an official explanation from the government, with the government telling the airlines that they had to make up an excuse to their impatient passengers.
He couldn't leave his post all day, as he was waiting on the confirmation call that A-20 had arrived safely in New Mexico airspace and was left deliberately clueless up until then, to where it was. He couldn't question the government for he knew what his superior officers were like when questioned.
He told himself that it would be any moment now. 
Then there was lift off.
Jack in the box, approaching south west waiting for instructions over.
This operation was named, Jack in the box. He didn't know why and he didn't question. He would just do what he was trained to do, land aircraft safely.
He felt a wave of relief as he heard the pilot's gruntled voice over his headpiece. He simply replied, noticing something wasn't right.
Jack in the box, runway six has been cleared approach with caution winds ninety knots. Entering New Mexico airspace just now have you? Over.
Jack in the box, negative over.
Jack in the box, my instructions were clear you were to make contact with air traffic control as soon you were safe in New Mexico airspace. Nonetheless, are you safe? Over.

Jack in the box, positive over.
Jack in the box, runway clear prepare for landing, over.

Something wasn't right in his eyes. He could've sworn his instructions were they were to contact him as soon as they were in New Mexico airspace. He shook his head, as he put down down his coffee mug which had 'Best Dad in the World' written over it in bold red letters and started to push buttons, the usual stuff to prepare for any landing. He just had something itching in the back of his head saying that he had a bad feeling about it. He then reassured himself that a majority of top secret missions were highly successful due to the secrecy of them. 

4.20pm 

Jack in the box, we have a problem, over.
The man frowned as he could see the A-20 circling the runway in the sky as though there was something on it and were waiting for it to be removed. He then looked to the radar on his left to see that something was indeed obstructing the pathway. He couldn't see the runway directly from where he was sitting but a close look at the radar and he knew then the radar wasn't lying.
He called security on his phone that was at his right side, ordering them to go down and remove whatever was obstructing the runway to only be told there was nothing to be seen in sight, as the security block faced that particular runway.
"Something is obstructing it because it's appearing on the radar, go down and remove it. And no, I'm not seeing things!" snapped the blonde haired man who was glowing red with anger.
Jack in the box, what do you see? Over.
Jack in the box, a little girl or someone very small. We have clear instructions to deliver this on time or the government is going to have my job in the vacant job listings. Over.

His eyes flickered back to the radar screen. The small dot had disappeared. He couldn't explain it, nor did he have time to explain it. They had ten more minutes to land this aircraft before all jobs were to go.
Jack in the box, girl removed. Approach with caution. Over.
Something wasn't indeed right and the last thing he wanted to be, was jobless as well. He bit his lip as he waited for a response. His eyes were now focused on the A-20 positioning itself to land. 
The pilot, a brown haired gentleman, and his co-pilot, another brown haired gentleman, radioed back to base.
Jack in the box, attempting to land. Over.
Neither of them knew what was happening or what they had just seen, with their eyes or on the radar. But they knew they had to deliver or else be fired. The pilot took a deep breath as the co-pilot flicked some switches over and gave the pilot a strange look. The pilot pulled the steering stick back as both of them physically prepared themselves for landing. 
The black wheels screeched the runway, as the brakes were slammed down to dramatically reduce the speed and three seconds later, she appeared again. Several hundred metres down the runway, that same little girl that they had seen while attempting to land the A-20 the first time was standing there.
Those several hundred metres were covered quite quickly and within a matter of seconds, as the pilot tried to swerve to miss her, he had turned the A-20 from a well designed aircraft that cost the American government millions to make into a fireball. It had smashed into the air traffic control tower.


8.30 pm

"Why is it every time I ask for a day off, something bad always happens to the extent that the FBI just needs me in?" complained Sarah, as her and her partner stood face to face next to a labeled crime scene. 
It was now night time and both Agents, Robert and Sarah were standing in the dark, with the blue and red lights of the fire brigade reflecting against their black coats. They weren't the only law enforcement people there, the CIA were called in and strangely enough, NCIS. Sarah didn't know who was going to take control of the case, but she sure didn't want the CIA guys to have control of the case.
Sarah, like she had just complained about, was happily taking a personal day off to go to a relative's wedding, but Robert sure spoiled that when he showed up at her doorstep flashing his FBI badge in her face. Rob had been at the office all day while his estranged daughter Matilda was at school and he was forced to sacrifice the evening with her for his friend offered to take care of her while he went and did his job.
"I don't know Lee, but if those CIA agents take this case, I'm going to make sure I have my opinion heard over this matter," muttered Rob under his breath. It was obvious that both agents were in the same boat concerning CIA's involvement in any of their cases.
"Question, this may sound dumb, but why did they want us two involved?" asked Sarah. "The government never wants us involved in any of their cases. We have to beg with mercy-"
"I get your point Lee, you can shut it now," Rob interrupted, as both were approached by a government official. "So what's the dilemma here?"
"Is it not obvious Agent Harris that there was a major plane crash here?" asked the official.
"And who are you?" asked Sarah. "Seems funny that you know our names but we don't know yours."
"Superintendent Andrews, plus there are other titles to go with that, but you can just stick to that," answered the man who gave both agents sceptical looks. "But you can just call me Jack.You are both well known in the government for all the wrong reasons."
"That I figured," muttered Rob, hoping to be heard, but Sarah heard it.
"It looks like a normal plane crash if I was correct, why do you want us in particular?" asked Sarah. "And why have both NCIS and the CIA here as well?"
"It was no ordinary crash," explained Jack. "It was a government plane crash. That A-20 you see burning behind me, it carried top secret cargo. Your job is to figure out what caused it."
"That's why you have NCIS here, isn't it?" asked Rob. "Plane crashes isn't a field we're experts on in all honesty. Don't get me wrong I can run an investigation, but you're barking up the wrong tree."
"What if I told you I suspected forces beyond this world were involved?" asked Jack, as their attention was automatically caught.
"So why are the CIA involved as well?" asked Sarah. "With all due respect, how many government investigative teams do you want one case?"
"Because that's the organisation that will help you a lot," answered Jack. Rob rolled his eyes at such a thought. He had a long history with the CIA, one that he wasn't too proud to say that it was a happy history. "Eyewitnesses have told us that there was some sort of ghost, spirit, or whatever you guys at the LPF's like to call them, haunting this runway for about three days."
"So you had no problem with these troubles up until these past few days?" asked Sarah as Jack shook his crewcut hair. Sarah and Rob exchanged looks, thinking that something wasn't right. "If it was a ghost, like you say it was, it wouldn't just haunt a place for three days and then go away. I mean, has it been spotted since the accident?" He shook his head again.
"People are saying around here that it was an omen and that it was out to warn people of this crash," Jack explained. "People around here start acting strange when they see and hear such things, Agent."
"Can we have the black box data?" asked Rob.
"We haven't found it," answered Jack. "And as long as it's still flaming hot, we can't touch it."
"Can we have the black box data when you retrieve it?" asked Rob. "Can we have it before anyone else gets to look at it?"
"Please, we'll be your best friend," joked Sarah, as Rob shot her a serious look. She knew she had crossed the witty line with him so she decided to stop.
"I'll see what I can do, maybe pull a few strings, but no promises," answered Jack, as his attention had diverted to the other government organisation standing near them. "I'll touch base with you in the morning, but as long as the A-20's burning, we can't touch it nor can you guys. It's an official crime scene and NCIS are seeking-"
"Why are NCIS even involved?" asked Sarah. "This is the airforce we're dealing with, not the navy."
"It's a long story, that you'll have to talk it through with them not me, I'm just telling you guys how it is and what's going to happen from here according to government protocol," answered Jack. "Until the flames die down, the only thing the FBI can do is get eyewitness accounts. And there's not many to go by, trust me."
"Why?" asked Rob. "What about the air traffic control officers in charge?"
"He's dead," answered Jack.

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Wow, I forgot all about these! Shame Ravyn's dead *sigh* but I always get a laugh out of the use of 'names' you gave your agents. And I can never read these without thinking about The X-Files. Those were the days...
This shows good promise. The little girl inclusion is a tad creepy. Wondering what that's all about. And Jack - as in White? *lol* That was inevitable... And NCIS *lol x 2* Oh I like.
Looking forward to more oh and before I forget WB to writing (about fricken time!)
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Wednesday, 8.30 am

A man clad in a black suit with his white shirt hanging out the sides and a hand in one pocket looked across the room of people from mixed organisations assigned to investigate this crash of the A-20 government plane. He had grey hair and looked rather unimpressed by the CIA's and FBI's involvement in the case.
Sarah quietly thought as she looked down at her heels that NCIS had to be involved for some horrendous reason and that they were making her go without her morning coffee for a damn well good reason. Rob was eyeing off a CIA Agent and wasn't too impressed as well. Sarah looked around only to be confused. She had made the first mistake she realised, she caught the eye of a wannabe womanizer who obviously knew he would be admitted to hospital with a severe concussion if he dared to touch her.
She knew that they weren't going to get along very well. 
Then you had the woman who appeared un-American and obviously was Jewish due to her Star of David gold pendant wrapped around her neck which reflected well in the lighting. Standing beside her, seemed like a 40 year old woman trapped in a teenager's body. She assumed this profile by all the Gothic attire she wore barely visibly underneath a white lab coat but the spiky dog collar and the spiderweb tattoos weren't that well hid from the naked eye. Standing beside the 40 year old wannabe Goth girl, was a subtle man who didn't really fit into any category. Then you had the old man who looked a bit out of place and had to be at least part of the baby boomer generation that post-war generations produced. This had to be the NCIS team. She could gathered they had 'Naval Investigative Team' written all over their foreheads and couldn't say in all of her honesty, that she really approved of them being in the room. 
While Sarah was busy profiling the NCIS team, Rob was in particular depth with his profiling of the three CIA Agents that had been assigned the tasks. 
One was a woman with waist long blonde haired that he once knew. Was once personally involved with her but nothing too serious came out of that relationship, and no children of course like in the previous case where he ran into an old flame of his and found out at the very end of when things had died down was that indeed he was the father of his estranged daughter Matilda. The other two Agents were two men who appeared in their late 30s or at least early 40s, he couldn't quite pinpoint an age to them. 
"Welcome all," said the Agent at the head of the table, who stood in front of a white board. Sarah thought to herself that he must be the guy in charge of NCIS. "As you all know a government plane, A-20 crash landed last night under mysterious circumstances. I've been assigned this task because there was a suspicious item on board that plan which was stolen from the navy a few weeks ago. My job is to see what happened to that plane and why that plane went down as it did."
"That's also part of my job," Sarah added.
"FBI I take it?" said the man.
"I'm from a special unit from the FBI," answered Sarah.
"Agent Lee is it?" asked the man, as Sarah nodded. He then looked at Rob. "Harris, right?" Rob nodded. "I've heard a lot of things about you, and some of them aren't that positive."
"Depends if you're gullable enough to believe it or not," retorted Rob, who by this stage had gotten quite sick of people telling him that they've heard negative stuff about what he did for a living.
"You really think a ghost caused this plane to crash?" asked the man.
"Depends who's asking," answered Sarah, as she could detect the scepticism in his tone.
"Agent Gibbs," answered 'Gibbs'.
"Agent Gibbs, if you knew what I do for a living, in which I don't doubt you do, you would also know that I am a-"
"MD, I know, I hope Agent Lee, this isn't turning into a round of Trivial Pursuit," Gibbs interrupted. "I'm here to do my job and I'm here whether you like it or not."
"Makes two of us then Agent Gibbs," added Rob. "But don't go around doubting the existence of what we've proven to be real. I don't think you've pulled out creatures unimaginable to your senses out of teenage girls. Don't doubt our beliefs and we won't doubt yours."
"Let's get back to business now," said Gibbs, looking across the room. "The only real eyewitness we have to this crash is a air traffic control officer who is currently lying in Ducky's specialised area at the back of this building, burnt to bits and you could barely recognise him even with a microscope. All the evidence has been burnt in that office of his. The plane crashed into his office and he died on impact."
"We have a confirmation report that something obstructed the runway forcing the pilot to delay his landing, moments before the crash," said another Agent, this time from the CIA. "Security says that they received a call from the dead man, also known as Mr Jay Williamson, saying that something was obstructing the runway despite the fact that the security block could see the runway from their windows and it was a blind spot for air traffic control."
"So why didn't it hit the security office first instead of hitting the air traffic control unit if the security office was in sight of the track?" asked one of the NCIS Agents.
"No idea," answered the CIA Agent.
"Who was the pilot in charge of the A-20?" asked Rob.
"Matthew Border," answered Gibbs, as he pressed a button, stepped a little to the right and his pilot license was displayed on the whiteboard behind him. "Aged 34, father of two, died on impact. Until we can get the black box recording, we can't tell what happened in the last moments of the flight. In which NCIS has priority over once the black box is discovered."
"I beg to differ," snorted Sarah, as she made it obvious that she wasn't going to agree with that. Gibbs shot her a look. "Go ask Superintendent Andrews."
"Tough luck, NCIS has more of a case than the FBI right now," replied Gibbs. "What's your theory at the moment? Oh yes, a ghost caused this accident. Yeah, with what proof?" He was starting to push her buttons badly this morning.
"Do we have any more eyewitnesses that are alive and well?" asked Rob.
"If I did know of any, I would've said something by now," answered Gibbs. "We've got three dead guys, a missing black box and an unsolved mystery on our hands. Up until the FBI can get me hard evidence that a ghost or a spirit, or whatever the FBI likes to name them nowadays, I'm going to make sure FBI doesn't get any further involvement over this case." Sarah bit her bottom lip as Rob whispered in her eye for her to stay calm and that he would have a word to Agent Gibbs afterwards. "And as far as I know, this meeting's off." The NCIS team left the room quietly as each other organization heard silent pleas from various NCIS members to hear the FBI out before judging them. 
The wannabe womanizer and Sarah caught eyes again, and he winked at her. She stared at him blankly and quietly raised her proverbial finger up at him. Quickly lowering it, so Harris wouldn't see.

9 am

It was time for a coffee in Sarah's books and after dealing with the attitude she had just dealt with half an hour ago, she couldn't wait to have her caffeine rush for the day. She sat down quietly at a window seat, not knowing where her partner in solving crime had gone off to but she didn't care. She was on a quiet break and as soon as she finished her coffee, she would get off her FBI butt and keep digging information to prove Agent Gibbs wrong.
In fact, she looked up and there was an army officer looking quite glad to see her. She didn't know his name but she was quite sure he knew hers.
"Can I help you, with something?" she asked, not knowing what to say. He was here for either two reasons, to hit on her and try to get her number or to talk to her about the case. She sure hoped it was the second reason, she didn't like sending guys to the hospital in the back of an ambulance. 
"Agent Harris?" asked the officer. She nodded silently. "Sargent Chris Walters from the Albuquerque airforce base."
"Good morning Sargent," she greeted back, still unsure of where this was going to lead to.
"They said you were the right person to go to tell this to," he started to explain.
"To tell me what?" asked Sarah."What happened last night to that A-20 aircraft?" The Sargent nodded, looking quite confused, as though he didn't know where to start. "What happened?"
"I don't know to be honest," answered the Sargent. "I was there at the base about an hour before the accident happened. I wasn't supposed to be there but I was merely looking for my cell phone which I thought I had left in the locker rooms. I just took a leak when it all happened. I was at the sink washing my hands and my face to try and ease the tiredness from my system, when I looked up, after having the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up and I saw this reflection in the mirror. There was this little girl standing there, just looking at me with her dark eyes, but she stood there. And when I turned around, she had gone. That's when I bolted out of there."
"So, like a ghost of some sort?" asked Sarah, as the Sargent nodded. "Are you so sure about this that you would testify under oath in a court of law?" The Sargent nodded.
"I'm not testifying am I?" asked the Sargent, as she shook her head. "Oh okay."
"Could you describe her?" asked Sarah.
"I don't know, to be honest, all I remember were those eyes and the long brown hair," answered the Sargent.
"So, like the little girl off The Ring?" asked Sarah.
"No, she didn't have a menacing look to her, more like a sad look," answered the Sargent. "They say now that it was the same girl who caused the accident yesterday. Is that true?"
"I can't tell you to be honest, I barely know anything myself," answered Sarah. "Do you know the contents of that aircraft?"
"No Ma'am, only the high ranking officials in the airforce and the government know about that," answered the Sargent. "Could that ghost, be his daughter?"
"Who's daughter?" asked Sarah.
"There's something going around the airforce that the pilot once had a daughter but she died of some horrible disease when she was seven," answered the Sargent. "I didn't know the pilot personally but I knew by word and ear, that someone had a daughter who had died due to an illness."
"I know that he was a father of two, that's about it," answered Sarah. "Did she look about seven?"
"Yes Ma'am," answered the Sargent.
"Do you know anybody else that might've known the pilot personally?" asked Sarah.
"No Ma'am," answered the Sargent. "He was a pilot not from around here. The airforce becomes a small world when you are in it for several years despite our numbers. People been saying around here these past few hours that it was an elaborate hoax designed to stop the mission in its tracks. Do you believe that?"
"I don't believe the government would deliberately sabotage its own mission especially in this case, seeing it was so well organised and so prepared," answered Sarah. She could be wrong in the long run but she was sticking to that. 
"You see all the movies out there on the big screen about ghosts and that, back from the grave haunting their killers and family, to get revenge on them, do you think this is the case in this circumstance?" asked the Sargent.
"I couldn't possibly answer that question honestly at the this moment of time Sargent, there are just too many possibilities at the moment and none of them, not even with what you've told, can fit together at this stage," answered Sarah. "There are so many what ifs and etc. that I couldn't give you an honest answer."
"Well what do you think caused the plane crash, Agent?" asked the Sargent.
"I don't know, but given what you've just told me, the causes of the plane crash are more than what meets the eye, and something that is going to defy logic probably," answered the Agent. "In my professional opinion, I don't think that little girl, if she turned out to be the pilot's daughter, intentionally went out of her way to kill her father and given the time frame that these events have been happening, it doesn't appear to me as a haunted mansion case."
"Then what does it appear to you as, Agent?" asked the Sargent.
"Something that needs investigating furthermore," she answered, as she heard her phone go off in her pocket. "Excuse me for a second."
"Sure thing Ma'am," replied the Sargent, as Sarah disconnected herself from the conversation with the Sargent and answered Rob's phone call as his number flashed on her screen.
"Morning Lee, over your little spit you had with Agent Gibbs this morning?" asked Rob on the other end of the line.
"It wasn't a spit, it was a disagreement. I don't agree with the fact that someone as professional as his job requires him to be, can automatically doubt any type of theory so quickly. Especially to someone's face who's been doing it for a living for quite some while. Please tell me you have rang me to tell you've got a lead?"
"No but I have gathered up some information about the crash. Whatever was obstructing that runway, took them a good few minutes to clear, according to the security guys in the tower. Also, moments before the crash, they got an abusive phone call from our dead guy saying to clear the runway when they looked out their window, and they couldn't see anything, but its large enough to appear on a radar. How does that happen?"
"You've got me there, unless the radar was malfunctioning,"
"We're talking about highly maintained government equipment, I don't think they would let faults happen so quickly and unnoticed. What have you been doing with your half an hour that you were given to cool off before you dislocated one of Gibbs' bones?"
"I've got a lead if that counts,"
"Shoot ahead, you've probably got more than I've got,"
"Just had a chat to a Sargent here who was in the area about an hour before the accident occurred. Claimed that he saw a ghost, in the figure of a little girl in the bathroom. And when he turned around, she had gone and then decided to dash, probably out of sheer adrenaline. Also says that rumour has it, that the pilot had a little girl who died about the age of seven from a horrible disease but can't confirm it because it was only word of ear. Now I think we should pay a visit to his family don't you think?"
"CIA's already done that and gotten nothing out of them,"
"Yeah, but did CIA know what we now know? I know NCIS won't go anywhere near his family, but I never know, that's just a gut feeling."
"So you think she's out to get her father, or was to get her father as a revenge attack or something?"
"You also watch too many movies,"

 

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Both FBI Agents by this time had arrived at the airport ready to fly off to the pilot's hometown to interview his family, again. But both knew they were treading dangerous ground by with one of them leaving the scene of the crime. They had flipped a coin an hour or so ago to see who goes and who stays.
Heads - Sarah goes and Rob stays.
Tails - Rob goes and Sarah stays.
The coin had flipped in favour of Sarah for once and she was currently looking at the times for the departure. Rob was looking at someone else who stood behind Sarah with his arms crossed and wore an unimpressed look upon his face.
"Going somewhere?" asked the famaliar voice of Agent Gibbs, as Sarah turned around to see Gibbs and the man that had winked at her.
"To see his family, Agent Gibbs," answered Sarah. "Why are you standing there when there is an investigation to be conducted?"
"I could ask you the same thing, but instead of the words of you standing there, why are you going to cover ground that's already been covered by the CIA?" asked Gibbs. "The CIA got nothing out of the family but their sorrows."
"We have new evidence to suggest that something wasn't right before that plane took off," answered Sarah.
"Like what kind of evidence?" asked the man next to Gibbs who was the man that gave Sarah womanizing looks earlier that day.
"We've had a Sargent who was there an hour or so before that plane crash landed at the military base, saying he saw some very strange things," answered Rob. "Now are you going to jeopardize this investigation furthermore or are you going to do your assigned tasks and that was to find out what brought this plan down."
"What was the item on board the plane that was apparently stolen from the navy as you said before?" asked Sarah, looking back to Gibbs.
"That is a matter of national security and none of your business," retorted the womanizing Agent that Sarah still hadn't caught the name of.
"Shut your trap DiNozzo," they heard Gibbs mutter, as Agent DiNozzo looked to the floor after muttering a probably 'Yes sir', to him. Gibbs looked back to the FBI pair and folded his arms.
"Excuse Agent DiNozzo's outburst, what kind of evidence?" asked Gibbs, previously repeating his fellow Agent's question. "I want to know what the Sargent said and what he's claimed."
"And we would also like to know what the contents of that flight were as well Agent Gibbs," Rob pointed out smoothly. "Seeing how it's so important that you had suspicion to believe it was stolen from the American Navy."
"It was a satellite system that was meant to be prototyped in a month's time on one of our warships, an aircraft carrier, to be correct," answered Gibbs, who now looked as though he was willing to corporate with the FBI. "We had been following this case for several months and all we got was dead ends. But we got tipped off about this one, and the one time that a tip off was right, it blew up in smoke, literally. We also had suspicion to believe that an insider from the American army who had strong links to the FBI and the CIA that's how he got away with it so often and precisely."
"Why would you run an investigation to uncover your own bad deeds?" asked Sarah, as she knew she wasn't making sense and made all the men around her even more confused.
"I don't follow," answered Gibbs.
"And nor do I to be honest," added Rob. "Lee, what are you on about?"
"You say it was a man who was trying to hide this navigation system from the Royal Army, and yet, once it blows up, could he be the same man that's ordered this same investigation to cover his own backside and doubt suspicion?" asked Sarah. "I don't know about you Gibbs, but I get my orders from The Pentagon and so do the CIA."
"We get our orders from the Head of the Naval Commission of Enquiry," replied Gibbs.
"I hate to speculate in such a professional job without any underlying evidence, but could he be connected to the theft of that navigation system?" asked Sarah, giving the NCIS team food for thought.
"You know what Lee?" asked Gibbs.
"What?" asked Sarah, a bit confused to where this was going to.
"I should have you on my team," answered Gibbs. "Instead of all day butt sitters like Agent DiNozzo behind me."
"No thanks," answered Sarah, as she got the fact that Gibbs was pulling his Agent's leg. "I'm happy where I am thanks. Plus, I already know that you and your team can't stomach my theories let alone be near me for ten minutes without getting into a childish argument."
"But that I still want to know what that Sargent said to you Lee," demanded Gibbs. "And we can go it the hard way or the easy way."
"I'm not too sure you're going to accept my theory Agent, that's why I haven't said anything," explained Sarah. "And after this morning's taunts about what I do for a living, I don't think a man or an Agent like yourself, would want to hear what a loony crazed psychopath Agent like myself has to say on the events that happened."
"You still think an alien caused this?" asked DiNozzo, as everyone gave him random looks. Two of the looks that were given to him were those of a serious manner, from the FBI Agents. And the other one told him to shut his trap, by Gibbs. DiNozzo laughed when Sarah came to answer his question. "You can't be serious? Well, that would explain why the event had to happen in Roswell land."
"You want my bluntly honest opinion, Agent DiNozzo?" asked the female FBI Agent, currently on her patience's end with such close-mindedness. "That pilot had a little girl once upon a stage and she was sticken down with something so awful that it killed her. And for the record, no this incident was caused by anything that we are associate with killer alien movies. More so, I professionally and personally think it's business to do with lies after death."
"Again, your ghost theory, Lee?" asked DiNozzo, who looked like he was trying hard not to laugh at her theories again. "What next? The boogeyman?"
"Do you believe in the New Jersey Devil?" asked Sarah.
"You mean the folklore?" asked Gibbs.
"Do you believe there is such a thing?" asked Sarah, as both NCIS Agents shook their head. "Do you believe in God and the spiritual entities that surround Him? The Arch Angels? Lucifer? Heaven and hell?"
"Of course," answered DiNozzo.
"Then why don't you believe in the paranormal if you believe in religion?" asked Sarah.
"Don't you start," growled Rob, as he knew were this was going.
"Because religion my dear, is a well known and recognized part of culture," answered DiNozzo. "Crap like the existence of aliens and ghosts, they are things that you tell little kids in order to eat their vegetables."
"Do you want me to start on my opinion of religion and what you've basically insulted me with?" asked Sarah. "Agent DiNozzo, if you believe in Lucifer and angels and demons, can't you just open your mind a lot bit further to believe that all those cult television shows have a true and underlying message? We have never been alone in this universe from the day that God created Adam and Eve, there was always something overlooking us."
"Sounds like you're in a cult when you put it that way," retorted DiNozzo, "And you wonder why we think you're a delusional woman? Have you taken your medication this morning for that condition of yours?"
"Have you ever seen the light shining out of your-"
"Agent Lee and Agent DiNozzo, this is where we draw the line between professional and personal interaction," Rob interrupted, as he looked firmly at Sarah and she looked back, looking as though she had done nothing wrong. "You have a plane to catch." He looked at Agent DiNozzo. "And you have an investigation to carry out. So why don't we both just run along now and do what we do best - sticking to ourselves?"
"Agent Harris has a point DiNozzo," said Gibbs, as Sarah thought he had deliberately let his Agent get out of hand. "We'll meet one of you pair back in the office I take it." Gibbs turned his back while Lee and DiNozzo were caught in a death stare. He wasn't looking at her deathly more like a charming stare, but she was assured that the look he was giving her, was one of deathly proportions.
"Do I have to reprimand you Lee?" asked Rob, which was the first thing that he said once the NCIS pair of investigators were out of reach. Sarah shook her head as she attempted to reply and defend herself but Rob got in first. "Consider this a warning from me and the FBI. You wonder why we don't get along with other government organisations? It's attitudes like that which sever ties and it's also a way to get yourself a well earned suspension. I don't want any explanation to what you just said to Agent DiNozzo, but I'm very close to having you suspended for your words."
Sarah was fuming with anger to the point where she just stood there and shook her head in disgust and disagreement. She wanted to defend herself but felt like she would be better off talking to a brick wall. She last look at her fellow Agent and walked off, towards the terminal where her flight was to start boarding any moment now.

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32 Plummet Drive, Idaho Falls, Idaho 3.46 pm

There was a knock at the door as Mrs Williamson got to her feet and detached herself from watching her daily afternoon talk shows like Ellen and Dr. Phil. She was fragile for her age of sixty-nine and had been quite lonely for a while as her husband had passed away a few years ago. They told her that it was just a usual plane crash, but in her old senile years she had suspected a cover up from the FBI and the team that had investigated the causes of the plane crash.
Her house smelt like an old woman who lived with cats, but she didn’t own any pets. She only owned the house and everything inside of it and didn’t want any pets to chase after. She was hoping that it wasn’t another door-to-door salesman who usually disrupted her at this time in the afternoon trying to sell her God knows what crap.
The female FBI Agent sighed as she looked around at the front porch. It wasn’t decked out in furniture but merely a welcoming sign at the front door and a rusty old door handle that seemed like it needed refurbishment. The white paint on the door had started to peel away resembling the weathering down of it and probably another cheap paintjob.
“Yes?” the old woman greeted the Agent as Sarah looked quickly back to the woman standing in front of her with her old shawl draped around her shoulders and her grey locks going greyer.
“You’re not another salesperson are you? Because if you are, I’m going to ring the head of your-”
“No I’m not,” the Agent interrupted, flashing her FBI badge so that it was obvious that she wasn’t intending to sell any product that would break in half an hour. “I’m from the FBI. Are you Mrs Williamson?”
“You’ve already been around here, you were here last night,” retorted Mrs Williamson. “I always pay my tax to the government and you always come at ungodly hours. Why don’t you people ever call me before you come? At least in that way I could get some tea ready for your arrival.”
“No Ma’am that was the CIA and NCIS, and I apologise for any troubles my unexpected visit may have caused,” apologised Sarah, as she folded her badge and put it back into her pocket.
“I don’t know the difference nowadays, the government always has too many organisations to keep track of,” complained Mrs Williamson. “Is this about Jay? If so, I’ve already been told, twice.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” replied Sarah, quietly. “I’m here to talk about him if you don’t mind.”
“What did you say your name was again, Agent?” asked Mrs Williamson, as she gestured for the Agent to come into her house and sit down.
“Agent Lee,” answered Sarah.
“And what? You don’t have a first name?” asked Mrs Williamson.
“Sarah,” answered Sarah as she was gestured to the living room, where Mrs Williamson turned the television off and placed Sarah in the armchair opposite her.
“Nice name Agent,” commented Mrs Williamson.
“Thank you,” thanked the Agent, as Mrs Williamson sat down in her seat and looked sternly at Sarah. “As you know your son died yesterday.” Sarah paused and waited for the old woman to start crying and start mourning the death of her son. But it didn’t happen which Sarah instinctively knew was somewhat odd.
“Are you here to remind me what my son did for a living and to praise him for being some sort of a hero?” asked the old lady, as Sarah shook her head silently, still a little bit confused about the old woman’s reaction. The Agent knew anyone normal would start immediately balling their sorry little eyes out but the woman didn’t seem to understand. “My son wasn’t a hero. He got what was coming to him.”
“I apologise for my confusion about my lack of sympathy, but what does that mean, Mrs Williamson?” asked the Agent.
“His whole family was a nutcase and was ready to be packaged up and sent to the madhouse,” the old woman ranted on. “Lila was the only good child of that pack and look what they did to her. They killed her and they got away with blue murder!”
“They killed their own daughter?” asked Sarah.
“I might be old and almost senile, but from day one, I’ve never liked that woman of his, Jessica her name is, it was a cult I tell you, and I bet on my dead mother‘s grave she was the leader of those cult junkies,” answered Jay’s mother. “I could smell a cult from a mile away while blindfolded.”
“What sort of cult?” asked Sarah, still trying to wrap her head around what the old woman was trying to get at.
“I don’t know what you call them, but voodoo Devil rape cults, there are lots of them in Oregon,” answered the old woman who had momently detached herself from the conversation to look outside. But the split second that she looked away, the Agent who had dealt with these sort of things for her entire career knew that glare wasn’t one of the good nature. “It happened in the summer of ’89. Jay had graduated from the air force and met her, Jessica Nails, an ex-major who had been given a dishonourable discharge for corruption in the air force. Three years had passed and I couldn’t look at my own son anymore without thinking what has she done to you, boy? He had become a totally different man because of her. Only to my disgrace that I found out that they had married and had a kid without my knowledge. That woman had poisoned his mind into thinking that we were the enemy-”
“Excuse me, but who are you referring to when you say we?” asked the Agent, who was quick to pick up on the plural.
“George and myself,” answered Mrs Williamson, as she reached over to the coffee table that separated her and the television and picked up a black and white framed photo and stared at the picture. “My husband who’s long gone. They said that he had died in a plane crash but I believe that he was killed by other forces beyond this universe.” She had started to show emotion now by just talking about her deceased husband. A tear fell down her cheek shortly followed by another one.
“Mrs Williamson, can you elaborate on the term ‘forces beyond this universe’ for me, please?” asked the Agent, not wanting to sound sceptical but just wanted to make sure what she was hearing was what she was indeed hearing not something that was made from the figment of her imagination.
“Ever believe in the afterlife Agent Lee?” asked Mrs Williamson. Sarah nodded. “Ever believe in aliens?” Sarah nodded. “Then I shouldn’t have to explain the term ‘forces beyond this universe’ to you.”
“What do you think killed your husband?” asked Sarah.
“Something that was concocted out of the likes of that evil woman,” answered Mrs Williamson. “I believe what may have killed my son was his own doing. Lila wanted revenge to what he and Jessica were doing to people and what they did to her.”
“Why did they kill Lila?” asked Sarah.
“Because apparently she had become possessed by the Devil and that the Devil was using her as a medium between Earth and Hell,” answered Mrs Williamson, as she shook her head and put the photo frame that contained her deceased husband back down on the polished wood coffee table. “Jessica wanted me dead because apparently old age doesn’t cause senility, the Devil does. If I hadn’t left that town years and years ago, I would’ve been hunted down and killed just because this one woman thought I was possessed by the Devil. If anyone was possessed by the Devil, Agent Lee, it was her. She had poisoned my boy’s mind to the point where I am now, emotionless about his death. You don’t want to ever deal with that cult Agent Lee because it‘ll be the last thing that you‘ll do, before you turn into one of them.”
“Do you know how many children your son had with Jessica?” asked the Agent.
“Probably enough for me to prescribe them contraceptives,” answered the old woman. “I’ve been living in this town for about almost ten years now and I can tell you now, a lot of the Christian folk, don’t wanna hear of such a thing in life.”
“You mean, cults?” asked Sarah, as the old woman nodded her head. “A lot of people don’t want to admit that cults are part of a society, it either a being a good sect or a bad one like you speak of.”
“It’s not right Agent, that all the good people of the Lord should suffer the same fate as those who oppose Him,” she shook her head.
“I’m going to be in town for a few days, so what I’ll do is leave the motel’s card with you, and if anything else develops, I will tell you,” said the Agent, picking out the motel’s card out of her jacket’s pocket and placing it on the coffee table. The old woman picked up the card and squinted at it.
“Can’t read the darn thing without my reading glasses,” the woman complained. “But nonetheless, I can always find them and call you if anything happens, right?” The old woman looked up at the Agent who was standing now and Sarah nodded her head.
Was it a cult?
Or was it just an old woman making up tales?


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