Thread: NCIS Duty & Service D/s {randomname98766789 & AnnaBeth Belle}

It was late and, aside from the cleaning crew, Ellie Bishop was alone in the office. In front of her a large display screen showed the exterior of a grey stone building, three stories tall and occupying an entire city block. It was imposing, the architecture solid and outdated, remnant of a time when Civil Defense signs would have pointed into the building and down towards its multi-level basements. There were windows, though none at the ground floor, and heavy rolling shutters perched above the higher ones like a Neanderthal's brow ridges. The double, oversized doors looked to be oiled oak but were in fact merely oak veneers over hardened steel that had been cut out of a WWII battleship that had been scrapped. The building was called the Wickers building but was more commonly known simply as The Firm. Various cover stories existed about what went on inside, the most common of which was a government think tank. That was a neat cover, if completely untrue, but it kept people from discovering that The Firm was the most exclusive, secretive sex club in the Washington DC area. Congressmen and women, Senators, any number of deputy assistants and under secretaries for government departments along with the wealthy elite made use of its services. It was also, Ellie and NCIS knew, used by members of the armed service, such as Major General William Lutz of the US Air Force whose body currently lay in a chilled compartment in Ducky's morgue. He'd died inside, under suspicious circumstances, and NCIS needed to investigate the case to determine if it was suicide, homicide, or just plain bad luck. The director knew that they'd never be able to get inside with a warrant, much less with investigative questions, and hadn't even tried. They didn't want to tip off The Firm that they knew General Lutz had died inside The Firm and that NCIS was investigating it. They didn't even know that NCIS had the body. The director had them put out a false cover story that the General was missing under suspicious circumstances. If they let the family, the military, know they had it the General would be quickly and quietly interred and any investigation immediately shut down by powers far beyond NCIS'. So they needed to go in undercover to investigate the case. Ellie frowned at the image of the building, then slowly reached out and with a great deal of self control clicked it closed on the keyboard in front of her despite the emotions she felt anger, fear, disgust, worry. They, Ellie and NCIS Agent Joshua Mitchell, would pose as people interested in the Ds or BDSM lifestyle and with a little bit of help from a confidential informant and some fancy computer work would be verified as having the proper bona fides to gain entrance. The problem was they'd have to go in as a couple. They were a couple, had been for almost two years. Joshua had been Ellie's first and only and she'd never wanted any other man than him, giving him her virginity and her total devotion since they'd first started dating. No other man existed romantically to her. Posing as a couple in love wasn't going to be hard. It was posing as a couple in a kinky relationship that was the struggle. Blushing even to think about it, Ellie turned away from the display and began to pack her bag. She and Joshua were intimate, at least twice a month, and she knew he enjoyed it. Ellie did too, because Joshua did. Still she never had climaxed and they only had sex in the missionary position. Ellie knew about other ways to have sex, clinically any way, but Joshua never pushed for more and he always... finished... so that was enough. At first they'd done it every day, sometimes twice, but then work and the new of the relationship had worn off and they were pretty much on a schedule now. It was adequate. It took care of his needs, or so Ellie thought. But this case was going to require Joshua to go in as a dominant male and Ellie as a - a - Unable to even say it in her head, Ellie frowned, mouth quirked to the side, and reached for self control to keep from doing something silly like crying. NCIS agents didn't cry. A couple of deep breaths and she was back to herself and left the office with her bag and a black duffel bag in her left hand. Twenty-seven minutes later, two minutes faster than average, Ellie was at Joshua's apartment. They maintained separate apartments still because they weren't officially married, but Ellie and Joshua spent most of the time at his place because it was closer. Joshua was already home and she parked behind his car in the street outside. He was waiting for her at the door and she felt his arms fold around her in a hug, then turned her mouth up to kiss him sweetly with an open mouth. I love you, she said, one of their trademark ways of saying hello. I'll always love you, Ellie added. This, she said raising her left hand with the duffel bag in it, is from Abby. She collected it from the evidence rooms and, um, her own stuff. She said it's all clean. Sterilized. As if the bag held adders instead of what it really did, Ellie handed it off to Joshua and went into the apartment. There, as she always did, she put her things away just so and then finished by laying her holstered pistol and credentials on her side of his bed. Her shoes went underneath the edge, facing out and ready to be stepped into in an emergency. Will you fix me a drink please, Joshua? she called out, sitting on the edge of the bed. I really think it will help. I also got Ducky to prescribe me some Xanax if you think that's a good idea too. Or maybe for tomorrow, she added matter of factly. While Joshua was busy in the kitchen, Ellie returned to the living room and sat down on the couch, knees together and back not touching the cushions. The bag was on the coffee table in front of them and she absently moved it to make it sit in the exact center then stared at it. I can do this, she said in almost a whisper, but didn't reach to unzip the bag. Abby, once she found out about the assignment, had put together a collection of...things... to help Ellie and Joshua become familiar with bondage and dominance and submission and such. There's manuals, she told him when he came back with her drink. Abby put them on top. I assume, I mean, I haven't looked.