Quack
By: Ziva Islesxx
Owen Granger. NCIS Assistant Director. Tough guy. He had looked death in the face numerous times before. But what does the dear Owen Granger do in his spare time?
As usual, after work, Granger would drive home quickly to pursue his hobby. He had to keep his collection in check of course. Nothing could be out of place, nothing could be falling out of position.
He unlocked the door and walked through to the back room of his house, where he kept his workshop. No one thought anything of it really. No one got close enough to him to ever visit, and when anyone did visit, the door to that room was kept locked. No one seemed to question it or anything like that.
He sat his briefcase outside the room and unlocked it with a separate key. He strolled in to find his pride and joy sitting in front of him.
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