{"sf1_id":560001,"sf2_id":"rn9EMAvn","title":"NCIS Meets KFB - 1","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5670,"posted_at":"2013-07-06T06:54:00.000Z","tags":["Fanfiction","Fox","Human","Male","Noncanon","Series","ncis"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/560001-ncis-meets-kfb-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9EMAvn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/36/95/369545c6-0dae-4365-8fde-f6786488211f","description":"#1 of FanFiction\n\nMy first attempt at fan fiction; I'm using someone else's characters in my situation. If copyright holders get upset, just note me and it's gone. An NCIS murder case takes Gibbs's team to a genetics lab, and furry servants.","content":" NCIS meets KFB - 2012-0103.1314  \n[Belisarius Productions' NCIS characters used in  \nnoncanon situation without copyright holder permission]  \n  \nIf you know the show and characters, check my portayal accuracy. If not,  \nNCIS team members aren't mine; other characters and situations are my  \npervy creations. Everything's someone's intellectual property, so read and  \nenjoy, don't copy or redistribute. More Biological Synthetics stories on  \nKevin Foxboy's SoFurry profile.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nOne of the strangest cases the Naval Criminal Investigative Service  \ndealt with was the murder of Chief Petty Officer Danielle Roberts. The group  \nwas formed as a military detective force, to deal with anything having to do  \nwith United States Navy personnel, whether on ships, on US soil, or foreign  \nbases.  \n  \nUnfortunately, their expertise was needed, because Americans weren't always  \nloved and even were killed by other Americans. It usually boiled down to lust  \nor greed. Seven deadly sins were alive and well two thousand years after a  \nnice Jewish boy was tied to a tree for saying, \"Let's all be \\*nice\\* to each  \nother!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The NCIS was overseen by the US Secretary of the Navy. The military loved  \nacronyms, and called the official SecNav. The military excepted itself from  \ncivil rights laws so it was always a man.  \n  \nOne of the groups of investigators was headed by Leroy Jethro Gibbs. His  \nteam referred to him as Boss to his face, Gibbs among themselves and to  \nothers. The Director of NCIS called him Gibbs too. I don't think any of  \nhis four wives (one at a time) called him Leroy.  \n  \nGibbs had been in the Marine Corps and still wore his graying hair cut  \nshort. He said \"There's no such thing as an ex-Marine\" which probably meant  \nthat the discipline and loyalty stayed with a man even when he retired. He  \nstill acted like one of \"the few, the proud, the Marines.\"  \n  \nThe senior investigator under Gibbs was Anthony DiNozzo Jr and he had a  \nroving eye for women. He liked women so much he never stayed with just one  \nat a time, so he never married. His father had of course, before Junior was  \nborn, all nice and legal in the USA.  \n  \nHe'd been a cop in Baltimore Maryland until a murder case led to the Navy  \nand he'd been impressed by Gibbs and his team. Gibbs had been less impressed  \nwith Tony, because his womanizing got in the way of his investigating.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gibbs saw Tony throw away opportunities for advancement, and knew the  \nyounger man could do better. He expected a lot from his team, there was no  \nsettling for second best. \"Be all that you can be\" wasn't just for the Army.  \n  \nGibbs had a rather unsettling way of showing Tony when he thought Tony'd  \nmessed up. A slap on the back of his head was technically an assault on a  \nfederal officer, but Gibbs was one too, and Tony put up with it.  \n  \nOne of the problems with catching murderers of naval personnel was, some-  \ntimes they fought back, and a few were actually agents of foreign governments.  \nSome of the spooks got into gray areas, such as infiltrating terrorist organ-  \nisations, and became threats when they put their governments ahead of America.  \n  \nTo be blunt, some NCIS Special Agents were killed in the line of duty. There  \nwas a wall in the office opposite the 'Most Wanted' posters, and everyone dealt  \nwith the pain of another KIA picture in their own way.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nThe man who had the most contact with murder victims was of course the  \nChief Medical Examiner Dr Donald Mallard. A Scotsman originally, someone had  \ntaken his family name and nicknamed him 'Ducky'. He'd resented it at first,  \nbut got used to it, and even introduced himself that way. \"Call me Ducky,  \neveryone does.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I think the man's a bit creepy because he has to deal with dead people. He  \ntries to make light of it, by talking to them. \"Let's see what you have to  \ntell us\", by which he meant, what forensic evidence such as bruises, skin  \nscrapings, lint or animal hair would help solve a case.  \n  \nHe sent the evidence up a floor to the forensics lab for analysis. The tech  \nwas one Abigail Scuito, who used the name Abby. She was also a Goth who wore  \na dog collar to work and tattoos on various intimate body parts she didn't show.  \n  \nThe woman slept in a bed shaped like a coffin, even with a lid! But she  \ndidn't seem morbid or depressed. In fact, the day she met Danielle, Abby was  \nengaged in a war of wills with Major Mass Spec, which was her whimsical name  \nfor the mass spectrometer which revealed what a sample was made of.  \n  \nMajor Mass Spec seemed to have it in for Abby this morning. Maybe it was  \nmad she'd pushed the maintenance tech out of the lab, which she thought of as  \n'her' territory. He was just a distraction, in the way of her using the Spec  \nbecause Gibbs was pushing her to solve another case.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Major Mass Spec was complaining about the lack of personal care. At least  \nthat's how Abby anthropomorphised the thing, which basically heated a sample  \nto vapor, destroying it. Then polarised light shone through the vapor and the  \nvapor absorbed light in specific patterns according to the physics of how the  \nmolecules were built.  \n  \nYou probably thought high school chemistry and that Periodic Table of the  \nElements was just boring stuff that kept you away from intimate meetings with  \nyour boy- or girl- friend. I don't care which, so go ahead and admit it! But  \nAbby had absorbed the chemistry and physics eagerly, and now she got to Make  \na Difference in the World. Are you?  \n  \nAnyway, Abby thought there was a problem because she kept getting a reading  \nof fox hair mixed with human skin cells. Even the DNA seemed confused. She  \ncalled down to Autopsy to ask Ducky where he'd gotten the sample, and accused  \nhim of contaminating it somehow.  \n  \nDucky usually tossed this stuff off like, well, a duck tosses off water. But  \ntoday he was short-tempered, mainly because his own forensic examination had  \nturned up contradictions. Fox fur and claw bits on Chief Petty Officer Dani-  \nelle Roberts seemed to say she was murdered while caressing a fox, but that  \nwas obviously senseless.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Foxes weren't human-sized, and they certainly didn't have human DNA! But  \nthat's what Ducky's samples said, and Abby's Major Mass Spec said the same.  \nThen what the \\*hell\\* had Roberts been up to? Where and when had she met a  \nfox and gotten its fur in, well, places Ducky needed his professionalism to  \nmuck around?  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nSpecial Agent Gibbs came down to Autopsy to interrupt Ducky's irrita-  \ntion. Gibbs did this frequently, and Ducky thought he was just interfering in  \nthe CME's territory. Despite Ducky's somewhat shady past having to examine  \npeople killed in wars, he didn't seem to twig this was Jethro's way of getting  \nDucky to take a break, step back and take a metaphorical breath of fresh air.  \n  \nSee, the thing is, people get too focused on little problems and forget how  \nthey all fit together. Fitting them is how you catch the crook. And asking  \nquestions got Ducky to have to explain, so he had to organise his thoughts.  \nJethro hadn't risen to become a Chief Gunnery Officer in the Marines by just  \nbeing a gung-ho Rambo type.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Investigation is part science, part psychology. Learn how a bad guy thinks  \nto predict his behaviour and trap him into confession. Then throw the basterd  \nin a cage, lock it tight, and forget about the cage, not just the key. Society  \nhas a duty to protect itself from sickies.  \n  \nGibbs listened to Ducky's usual ramblings, as he thought out loud and rela-  \nted the new data to something he'd already encountered. Gibbs had learned Ducky  \nthought this way and let the man free-associate for about five minutes, then  \ninterrupted to get Ducky back on track.  \n  \nHow the \\*hell\\* do you get evidence so FUBAR it says there was human and fox  \nDNA on the dead Petty Officer? It was worse than some human hair and then some  \nfox. Abby's mass spec said it was mixed together in one sample! And it wasn't  \njust one, it was all the forensic evidence on the dead woman.  \n  \nThere was evidence the woman had been, ahem! \\*with\\* someone just prior to  \nher death. \\*How\\* she died was still unknown, there were no ligature marks or  \npartiecial hemorrhage from strangulation. The wide lines of bruises on her  \nwrists and ankles showed she'd been tied down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But there were no rope marks or any patterns. And no fibers to match to  \nmaterial. Whatever had held her while she was forcibly pleasured had left  \nno evidence. But there was plenty of evidence of her repeated pleasure.  \n  \nWhat little evidence was left on the body pointed to her being held down,  \nbut she hadn't struggled. If it was rape, why not? The toxicology report  \nshowed traces of MDMA, the rave drug Ecstasy, but it wouldn't keep her from  \nfighting. She might feel a bit friendly, but she'd know what was being done  \nto her.  \n  \nAnd there was that damn fox DNA again! Danielle had been repeatedly raped  \nby a human fox, that's what Ducky's and Abby's examinations showed. And she'd  \nvery obviously enjoyed it. The best theory the forensic team could come up  \nwith was the petty officer had had an intense sexual experience with a group  \nof human foxes!  \n  \nAnd they had better endurance than the woman, because they weren't at the  \nscene where she'd been found naked and gooey and very satisfied. But dead. A  \nmyocardial infarction? A blood clot could stop the heart, and if she'd been,  \nerm, exercising she'd die quickly from lack of oxygen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nSir Arthur Conan Doyle wasn't the first to say that if you eliminate  \nthe impossible, whatever's left, however improbable, must be the truth. He  \nhad his detective Sherlock Holmes use the reasoning repeatedly to solve crime,  \nand although Holmes and Watson were fiction, the concept holds true.  \n  \nFor NCIS Director Vance the case was particularly vexing, because it was so  \nobviously impossible. Foxes are small canids, related to dogs, and they might  \nbite and give someone disease, but they didn't pleasure people to death.  \n  \nThe killer had to be human. Even if Danielle had died of a heart attack, it  \nwas caused by some sick basterd they could out-think and catch. So it wasn't  \nvery probable, but it had to be that that he wore a fox-fur jacket, or scarf.  \nThat would explain the mixed DNA Dr Mallard found.  \n  \nMaybe several scarves, that would explain holding her down but not bruising  \nher. To be perfectly honest, since he'd worked in Washington DC USA he'd had  \nto learn about kinky stuff, and he thought the whole government was full of  \ncorrupt sickies who'd love to use fur to attack people.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vance hadn't always been so pessimistic. But he'd read Mark Twain books,  \nand Sam Clemens had said that Congress was America's native criminal class.  \nHe'd seen enough underhanded stuff from elected officials, and it wasn't  \njust political smear campaigns and tawdry sex.  \n  \nOK, so there was just one more sicko loose in Washington. A fur killer.  \nVance sighed, because he knew the guy was out there somewhere, cackling his  \nsicko head off hidden among all the other sickos. And the sickos were elected  \nto run the country!  \n  \nThe next problem was, you had to be \\*really\\* sure something was impossible  \nbefore eliminating it. He'd have thought poisoning someone with a radioactive  \npellet injected by a rifle concealed in an umbrella was impossible, but there  \nwas that guy in England.  \n  \nSo was it \\*really\\* impossible to mix fox and human DNA? Vance knew the term  \n'chimera' and talked to Gibbs about the way-off-the-wall concept. Gibbs was  \nskeptical about the Director's sanity, but when he asked Agent Tim McGee about  \nit, the young computer-nerd took the idea and ran with it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nAs it happened, Vance's way-out question turned the tide in the inves-  \ntigation. Gibbs barely used email and left the tech stuff to Tim, who did some  \nnerd stuff and came up with the webpage of Biological Synthetics Incorporated,  \n\"the world's premier company in the field of DNA recombination.\" Jackpot!  \n  \nThere were two branches of the company that was started in the early 1990s  \nby Mark Harris and Tom Warner for DNA research. No one else realised that they  \ndidn't need to sequence all three-billion DNA pairs, just the ones that made  \nsynthetic insulin and blood plasma.  \n  \nSell to hospitals, get enough profit and government grants to go further.  \nSynthetics don't have antigens, so no body rejection! With the new micropumps  \nfrom Hot!Tech, diabetes simply disappeared! And mass production made the  \nproducts relatively inexpensive.  \n  \nI know yer eyes are glazin over so I'll skip the details. BSI Medical made  \nRecombinant DNA practical with human bone marrow, red and white blood cells,  \nwhole blood. They made little cholesterol-eating cells. Heart disease stopped.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; BSIMed entire organs were next. Totally organic, totally 'real'. Just made  \nin labs, not people. No exploratory surgery, just DNA-based tests find a sick  \nbody part. Replace it with a new one, BSI style. Synthetic, built immune to  \ndisease.  \n  \nThere was a \"Frankenstein's Monster!\" backlash against fully-made artificial  \npeople. Way too creepy! So the government made BSIMed mix animal DNA in, and  \nthe second branch, BioSyn Labs was born. Animal-people walked almost upright  \nand talked simple English, but they were dumber than animals without instincts.  \n  \nOn purpose. Chimera were products, and nobody wants their product getting  \nideas. Recom DNA Level Three Generation Two laborers and guards were just  \nself-mobile tools you could order around.  \n  \nThe BSIMed organs were stronger, better than natural organics. The R3G2s  \nwere stronger, faster than humans, but totally obedient to the one who bought  \nthem. They were made that way, to control them.  \n  \nScientists can't leave 'good enough' alone, they have to keep mucking about.  \nBioSyn Labs added a bit of mind to chimera, keeping them obedient but making  \ndomestic servants. Laborers had to be told every step, they could barely fig-  \nure out how to walk without being told step left, step right, over and over.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; R4s are brighter. Still dumber than some work dogs, like Hungarian Pueleys  \nthat know a hundred different commands for herding sheep. All this background  \nled Gibbs and his team to a field trip to Butte Montana USA, the only DNA mix  \nproduction line in America.  \n  \nThey were quite shocked when they arrived in Butte's little airport. OK,  \nairports weren't a shock, but baggage claim had all their luggage undamaged,  \nwhich was a nice change from American companies.  \n  \nThe shock came when they saw their limo driver. He, or maybe it, was a DNA  \nmix rabbit! The long floppy ears, quivering whiskers, white fur. Gibbs thought  \nof Alice in Wonderland and wondered if he'd somehow been slipped some weird  \nhallucinogenic mushrooms.  \n  \nWhen the Rabbit got out to help them put their luggage in the boot, I mean  \ntrunk in America, the team got the second shock. The Rabbit was barefoot with  \njust a formal jacket and skimpy shorts on his furry body! And his puff tail  \nlooked quite comical as he partly hopped. Tony found himself hoping they  \nmade girl Rabbits too.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Rabbit was stronger than any human. Well, maybe not body-builders, but  \nhe handled the luggage like the heavy ones were no difficulty. \"I'm made this  \nway, Sirs.\" he said helpfully. He barely pronounced the m's and stretched the  \ns's with an inhuman but quite understandable voice.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nOK, so Vance was right about Ducky's and Abby's evidence of both ani-  \nmal and human DNA. The team talked with Melissa Thompson because she was head  \nof the chimera department. She works in Lab Four making R4G2 servants and sex  \nworkers.  \n  \nYes, she made fox-human mixes. But she controlled their DNA and thus their  \nminds, and was quite adamant that no mix could even think of hurting a human  \nwithout being paralysed in the mind. She'd made them that way on purpose and  \nmade sure the electric shocks burned their minds into total obedience.  \n  \nBut the team had thought to bring along a sample of their forensic evidence.  \nSure, Mel could analyse the DNA and narrow down who, or rather what, had pro-  \nvided the fur. Due to the fact she operated several high-powered workstations  \nthe human was bright enough to ask why they wanted to know.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mel Thompson knew she could think of different avenues of investigation.  \nGibbs was pretty cagey, because it was possible Mel had used a fox to murder  \nDanielle Roberts, despite her claims to the contrary.  \n  \nIt wasn't impossible, so she was a suspect. Now they knew chimerae existed,  \nevery single one of them had to be interrogated, especially the foxes. The  \nfirst one they talked with was a lovely light gray girl fox. She was R4G2/  \nKvJ31, and her name was Betty.  \n  \nWell, it was another shock for the team, because Betty was a product and  \nMel had mixed her DNA to make her into a man's possession. A slave to be  \nblunt, and mixes are taught how to please men and women on the floor and  \nin the bed. Betty's original buyer had died in a car accident, and she'd  \nbeen thoroughly despondent, unable to help train younger mixes until one  \nyounger foxboy helped her remember her duty and showed her she was wanted.  \n  \nAnyway, Betty was led in on a leash, rather like a dumb dog pet except she  \nwalked mostly upright. Mixes look a lot like short people who happen to be  \nfurry. Until you get to the obvious animal head.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; DiNozzo wasn't looking that high. His overdeveloped sense of lechery had  \nlooked up the beast, from her bare hindpaws up her long digitigrade foot  \narches, her heels in the air, her bent ankles sliding furrily up her shins  \nand calves to her knees. Bent unlike a human, and Tony's roving eyes slid  \nup the vixen's lower, mid, and upper thighs.  \n  \nBetty was definitely a fox. And like an animal, she didn't wear clothes.  \nAt all! Even Gibbs looked at her curvy body, especially her very human-shaped  \nbreasts, because they swung freely as she walked and were only covered with  \nfur. Nobody could see more than the basic curvy shape you'd see in a Vic-  \ntoria's Secret lingerie advert.  \n  \nAs Betty was a slave, she wore two-inch wide leather cuffs around her neck,  \nboth wrists, both ankles. They had D-shaped rings which tinkled musically as  \nshe walked on leash. Abby was kinky enough to know what the rings were used  \nfor, Tony just thought with his little head as usual, Tim's mind was pretty  \nuseless with organics and Gibbs let himself stare.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mel knew what effect a nude fur slave had on men so she just let them get  \nan eyeful. Betty was made and bent to enjoy men looking her over, so she  \nknelt submissively when Mel gently snapped the leash down. Betty was very  \nwell trained and very submissive.  \n  \nGibbs had to ask for water to clear his throat. Mel released Betty's leash  \nand ordered the animal to stand and fetch a tray, a pitcher of cold water,  \nand six drinking glasses. The NCIS agents noted Mel had to use the word  \ndrinking.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nSo Betty knew of other things called glasses. Abby's keen mind was  \nalready planning questions, the men were struggling to keep up. Their minds  \nI mean. They saw the female's smooth body movements as she stood, turned and  \nwalked out. Her bushy tail waved suggestively as it alternately covered and  \nrevealed her unclothed rump.  \n  \nIt was definitely possible someone had lured Danielle to some kinky party  \nwith fur slaves, given her a fox to distract her, and ordered the beast to  \nperform. Since chimera are stronger with greater endurance than humans, even  \na male could have pleasured her repeatedly and vigourously enough to cause a  \nheart attack.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Quite soon the nude vixen returned. She knelt and offered the tray to her  \nMistress, Melissa Thompson. Mel slid the tray onto the table and let Betty  \nup enough to pour water for Gibbs, Ducky, Tony, Tim and Abby. As guests they  \nwere to be served first, then Betty served her Mistress.  \n  \nThe vixen was just a beast so she wasn't allowed to sit and drink. And with  \nher long skinny fox snout, she couldn't drink like a human could. She'd have  \nto be allowed a drinking straw since the glasses were far too narrow for her  \nlong tongue to form a dipper as dogs do.  \n  \nBetty knelt submissively after Mel took the sixth glass. She tried to hide  \nher glance to the water dish shared by any mix who came here, but Mistress  \nMel saw and clucked. Betty immediately faced front and ducked her head. She  \nwas afraid of punishment.  \n  \nGibbs interrupted. He asked Betty if she'd been away from the building at  \nany time in the past week, and was surprised Betty asked him, \"what word,  \nMaster?\" He'd never been called master before and was uncomfortable with  \nthe word.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sure he'd called Marine officers Sir, but he'd enlisted and worked for a  \nliving. He'd been Gunny, never Sir. And sure he'd owned dogs, so he'd been  \ntheir master, but they never talked to him. This sexy vixen responded to  \nhis assertive bearing and wanted to serve him, up close and personal.  \n  \nThe way she looked at him and moved her body told him that much. Betty  \nwanted to submit to Tony too, because he obviously desired her. The other  \nolder Master seemed less interested, perhaps he was tired?  \n  \nBut Betty was trained to please tired old men too, with her furry body  \nskills. Perhaps he'd like a nice sensuous dance, Betty swaying and wiggling  \nher considerable skills for his artistic enjoyment. Sure, that was it.  \n  \nThe younger Master confused Betty. He was obviously looking her body over,  \njust as the other three Masters did, and Betty was built to enjoy men looking.  \nBut Tim seemed actually embarrassed he wanted to stroke her fur and feel her  \ncurves. Heck, that's what fur slaves of any gender are made for!  \n  \nMistress Abby was the only one seemingly calm about Betty's fur nudity.  \nbesides her creator Mistress Mel of course. Mel like to test her creations,  \nand if you think a woman can't test a female slave, you really need to get  \nout more.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; In fact it was Abby, the Goth forensic tech, who told Betty to come over  \nif it was OK with Mel. Mistress gave her permission and Betty closed her  \nfront paws like a fist to crawl on them to Mistress Abby.  \n  \nAbby was about to object to this show of obsequious submission but stopped  \nherself. Mel hadn't ordered Betty to crawl, so maybe the beast had decided on  \nher own? Abby wanted to know how much the slaves thought and how much they  \nblindly obeyed.  \n  \nBecause if any human could command any slave, and even the foxgirl was  \nstronger than a human woman, they had a serious weapon problem. Any one of  \nMel's beasts would be a mindless killer on command! Unless they had the  \nmind to realise killing was wrong, and the will to refuse a direct order.  \n  \nIf the slaves were just mindless organic machines, they'd feel no fear,  \nno pity, no remorse! Abby shivered because Mel had said the R3G2 Guards did  \nthat, and they were too dumb to know they were hungry or even feel pain!  \nHow the heck could humans protect themselves, fight such ... things?!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nBetty Foxgirl crawled to obey quickly but not startle the Mistress  \nunfamiliar with commanding fur slaves. Betty wanted very much to kiss all  \nthe Masters' feet and lick their ankles like a dog pet, because she'd been  \ntold Masters like that and she was bent enough to need to please.  \n  \nMistresses liked Kiss and Lick too, and Betty helplessly brushed her snout  \non Mistress Mel's shoes as she crawled by. But Mistress told her no, not yet.  \nGo to the New Mistress to obey Her command. Mixes were bent to think of their  \nduties in title capital letters, like a trick for a dog.  \n  \nBetty reached Mistress Abby. The woman put Her hand down, and Betty knew  \nit was the command to Heel and present herself for Pet. As Betty rounded the  \ncorner of the conference table she skillfully slipped her back end around  \nfirst like a fast race car skids itself around a curve.  \n  \nBetty ended up with her back to the wall and her snout to the table. All  \nshe saw was the five pairs of legs of the Masters and Mistress Mel, and the  \ncrossed pair of Mistress Abby. Betty brushed her cold vulpy nose on the hand  \nstill casually reaching for her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Abby liked the fox, her obedience, her willingness to serve. The human pet-  \nted the fox and both females enjoyed it. Abby felt a desire to buy a vixen  \ncompanion for herself.  \n  \nGibbs and Ducky were probably too used to solitude to actually enjoy a pet.  \nGibbs had been married four times, and one of his exes had married and divor-  \nced the head of the FBI. Gibbs might let a dumb dog pet curl up near him as  \nhe worked on yet another wooden boat in his basement.  \n  \nBut Gibbs wouldn't bother being held responsible for the animal. At the  \nfirst ring of the phone, he'd be off demanding his team meet him at a crime  \nscene. Abby was used to working with machines and computers. They never  \ncomplained about conditions, just took as much time as it took to do their  \nwork. You can't rush science.  \n  \nAnd Ducky still lived with his elderly mother. OK it was his house, but  \nhe had the responsibility. No room for a pet. Ducky seemed more comfy with  \ndead people than living ones.  \n  \nTony was far too busy dreaming about women and trying to trick them into  \nbed to bother with a pet. Tim was too busy with tech to bother feeding  \norganics. Abby had to remind the man to eat lunch at work. Talk about being  \nfocused!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; OK, Abby had her kinks too. The big tattoo of a cross on her back was curvy  \nand she liked teasing men with where else she wore tattoos. Not her face, hint.  \nSo none of the NCIS team could really take the time an animal pet would  \nrequire.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nBut that's exactly Biological Synthetics Kennel's point. No time for  \na pet? Buy a fur slave instead! These things walk around, know about keeping  \nthemselves clean, feed themselves! And they're domestic servants, they'll do  \nyour home's walls and floors, keep 'em spotless, eat off 'em if you say so.  \n  \nThey're too dumb to get bored if you leave for work. Heck, tell em once what  \nthey're allowed to clean in your home, maybe twice about how you want the  \nfurniture arranged, they'll move it, vacuum and dust, move it back! They  \nknow about glass and they're stronger than humans, very careful with your  \npriceless antiques or irreplaceable plates.  \n  \nOK, the paws mean they don't have long fingers, and the dewclaw isn't quite  \na thumb, but they use their bare pawpads to hold even wet glass. Of course  \nthey wash themselves with soap and water, so no wet animal smell. If you  \ngive them a pet bed, they'll curl up and cover their parts with their tails.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Unless you order them to show themselves of course. After all, they're  \npleasure toys too. They brush their many carnivore teeth, even the carnas-  \nsials, and they're fun in bed. They're big enough to enjoy, small enough  \nto submit. Please try one, like me.  \n  \nI'll sleep against the door to protect you. If someone does attack, I'll  \npounce in front of you, in the way. I'll always be there for you, never get  \nmad or bored, and I'll die to protect you. You know you want a fox like me.  \n  \nOK, Mistress Mel made me this way, to say all the ways fur slaves can give  \nHumans pleasure, so you'll buy one or more and pay the Kennels. Please don't  \nhurt me for speaking.  \n  \nAfter Abby asked Betty what the vixen could do for humans, Gibbs got back  \nto his question. Betty had asked him what word, because she didn't know what  \na week was. A group of seven days. Oh, yes Master, I've been here in Kennel.  \n  \nEven when the vixen went outside, it was a covered walkway and small court-  \nyard surrounded by buildings where they trained fur slaves as domestic ser-  \nvants. Betty was quite sure she'd only seen the Vet in his office downstairs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Since Betty's buyer was dead, the Kennel staff took turns with Betty. No  \nsense letting her skills weaken, she was an expensive product. But there were  \nmany rooms in the compound for, er, personal training.  \n  \nTony perked up noticeably at that revelation. Different buildings meant fur  \nslaves walked around, and although they were led on leashes, Betty had walked  \nto fetch water. Betty offered herself to the men first, and seemed slightly  \nafraid she'd insulted Abby.  \n  \nMel smiled at her product's willingness. She was glad the beast had recov-  \nered from her depression at finding her buyer was killed. Mel had been quite  \nthrilled to learn the thing \\*had\\* feelings, since it meant the electric shocks  \nhad formed enough mind in the vixen.  \n  \nDucky seemed to have a professional interest as a medical doctor in what an  \nR4 could do for humans. Perhaps he wasn't so old he'd forgotten how to hug and  \ncaress a female. And Betty was furry, fun to explore, wanting a man's touch.  \n  \nEven Tim seemed curious. He was strangely apologetic about it though, as if  \nhe thought he would be punished for wanting to rub Betty. Well, Tim, of course  \nthere are other species, and would you like to try some other carnivore, or  \nmaybe a rodent?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nGibbs didn't have enough hands to head-slap everyone else, and he was  \nthinking about some fur action himself. Why were they so intent on distracting  \nthe investigative team? He knew he should steer the team back to the murder,  \nbut conceded they could get valuable information about who could have used a  \nfox as a murder weapon.  \n  \nHow to get forensics, though? The beasts washed themselves, so they'd have  \nto find a party room where Danielle had been. Of course Gibbs showed Mel a pic  \nof their vic, and she offered to 'run it through' their guest list.  \n  \nBetty knew what a computer looked like, at least the Kennel's terminals.  \nThere were several keyboard-displays in the conference room. Tim was the first  \nto get up, but he seemed to have trouble finding the mouse pointing device.  \n  \nMel told him they used Hot!Tech machines, and there was no mouse, because  \nit was a child's toy. Tim bristled. Mel said there was no need for a mouse,  \nthere was no GUI. Just type words, like you speak to a mix. Simple words, one  \nword for each thing, one meaning for each word.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gibbs liked that. Make the computer take typing, not make people learn how  \na big company wanted people to use the thing. A GUI restricts what you can do  \nto what someone else made an icon for. Why should I depend on that?  \n  \nBut what words to use? Well, the intent was to search, so we need to know  \nwhere. All the guest information was in files in a folder named, simply, Guest.  \nSearch all files in Guest for the name Danielle Roberts.  \n  \nMel went to a keyboard, inserted a USB drive (Tim explained) which identi-  \nfied her work area, and typed a login and password. Security would know it  \nwas someone with Mel's disk, her DNA and ID info. It would be quite difficult  \nto trick it, even putting her hand on the tester, because it checked angle  \nof force and pulse.  \n  \nMel merely typed !EX /App16/TS /Usr/All/Guest/\\*.\\* \"Daniel\" \u0026 \"Robert\"  \nand the search started. It was so much easier than having to search a display  \nfor a little picture, point to it, and WAIT WAIT WAIT for a Windows machine  \nto get its act together before showing a bunch of white boxes to type.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Text Search took several seconds, but the screen showed an increasing  \nnumber. No bar, no pictures, just two digits. That's all anyone needs anyway  \nto know the machine's working.  \n  \nMel wasn't sure of the spelling, so she made the machine look. No guessing,  \njust if the Guest was Daniel Robert, it was OK to show the match along with  \nDaniel Robertson and ...  \n  \nOK here it is, number on the left and name. Just a list, no damn pictures to  \nslow it down. Tim was quite impressed with the speed. He was used to waiting,  \nwaiting, waiting for an Automated Fingerprint Identification System match or  \njust a company's personnel files.  \n  \nFive matches including Robert Daniels and Roberta Danielssohn in about two  \nseconds. One thousand fifty-four guests this year to search. Just push the  \n'four' key for Danielle Roberts. She'd been here a month ago, borrowed a wolf  \nboy and led him to Building 3 Room 107. First floor.  \n  \nWell, a wolf wasn't a fox, the DNA was different. But the forensics team  \nchecked out the room anyway. Lots of wicked stuff for tying a fur slave to  \na wall, to a support column, to the floor, on the bed ...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; OK, Tony was practically drooling, and Abby really liked what she saw. She  \nwanted to bring her boyfriend, because he was kinky enough to enjoy the ...  \nnevermind, I'm trying to keep this PG13, or at least TV-MA.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"FanFiction","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/566675-kevin-foxboy-s-dracula.json"}}