so basically; agent bishop is the best villain in 2k3 and this is why
he works for the government under the "earth protect force" which is a branch of government made to protect the earth against extraterrestrials. in his words he is “the man the government funds to do projects they don’t want to dirty their hands with”. in the 19th century he was abducted and experimented on, leaving him traumatized and afraid of aliens. it's thought that the aliens gave him a supernatural healing factor leaving him unable to ever die. this is how he makes it to present time (2003) and later 2105.
he dedicates his entire life to protecting the earth so that they never have to go through what he did. i think this all kinda changed in the 2000s though. he applied an "any means necessary" approach to his mission, and was aiming to accumulate alien technology and use it to improve humanity's gene stock and build an army of super-soldiers by doing secret (and quite illegal and unethical) experiments on captured aliens and mutants. he experimented on leatherhead, a mutant alligator friend of the turtles. he captured the turtles and their mutant rat father, gathering DNA for his super army. he’s a villain who wasn’t afraid to, well, get his hands dirty. i mean like seriously imagine waking up in a lab full of scary tools that were meant to dissect you. even a fully trained ninja turtle master would get scared. (not to mention they’re still teens)
also, the foot clan hates him because he tried to steal the crystal thing (accidentally freeing those dudes) i just find it super funny that even the enemies of the turtles hate him too. mans is a whole social menace. he’s honestly a super cool villain that i always loved to see, especially in the fast forward season!
Rating: T for violence and language
Word count: 1k
Summary: When Ellie is in the line of fire, Nick steps in and takes the bullet for her.
A/N: Dedicated to @agentbishop Happy birthday! ♥
Ao3 | Masterlist
“A gunman on the loose in the middle of a marathon weekend,” Ellie muttered, weaving through the masses of people on the street. “What a nightmare.”
“Could be worse,” Nick piped up, his voice crackly with comm static.
“How could it possibly be worse?”
“Car bomber. Terrorist.”
Ellie made a noise of disgust. “I hate it when you’re right.”
Nick hummed a self-satisfied laugh. “It happens so often, I thought you would be used to it by now.”
She tipped her head back and rolled her eyes.
“I saw that,” Nick said.
Ellie turned, scanning the crowd, until she spotted him on the other side of the street. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Real mature, B,” Nick replied.
“Anybody got eyes on the shooter?” Gibbs said, cutting through the chatter with impatience.
Silence descended over the comms but Ellie couldn’t resist casting a quick glance over at Nick as if to say, I win.
“I see him,” McGee said. “Brown hoodie. Jeans. Blue baseball cap.”
Ellie scoured the street but she saw nothing out of place. There were a thousand blue baseball caps bobbing along. Twice as many brown hoodies, t-shirts, jackets. She turned around, searching the array of people behind her.
Nick barely spotted him in time. The gunman had stopped dead in his tracks, staring at Ellie like a cat with a trapped mouse, locked onto its kill. She was turned away from him, her back exposed, oblivious to the fact that a glock was trained on her.
Only one thought flashed in Nick’s head.
Ellie.
He bolted for her, forging through the crowd as fast as he could. The crack of a gunshot exploded like fireworks just as Nick hooked an arm around Ellie’s shoulders. He pulled her into his chest, curving his body around her as a shield. Nick’s momentum carried them both to the ground, hitting the pavement in a tangled heap of limbs.
Ellie felt the bullet hit Nick as his body jerked from the violence of the impact. Her back struck the ground first, with Nick’s weight falling on top of her, heavy and limp.
Not moving.
For a split second, Ellie’s heart pounded with the certainty that he was dead. Then she shoved at him, adrenaline coursing through her veins like fire and igniting her to action.
“Nick?!” she said, high-pitched and tight with fear.
He groaned and shifted, rolling onto his side. Ellie caught his wrist, fingertips barely touching his arm as she looked him over. Her gaze landed on the blooming red stain on his shoulder, just outside his protective vest, the neat, bullet hole torn through shirt and flesh.
Nick grimaced and let his head drop back to the sidewalk. “Just a scratch,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Shit, Nick,” Ellie breathed, blood seeping through her fingers. “This is not a scratch.”
“I’m okay,” he croaked.
“Stop saying that.”
He managed a hoarse laugh then winced and fell silent, closing his eyes. His fingers drifted up and curved around Ellie’s elbow but he pressed his lips tight and didn’t say anything more.
***
Ellie crossed her arms as she stood at the foot of Nick’s hospital bed. He was sitting up, his arm tucked in a sling, bandages wrapped from shoulder to elbow. She waited, hanging back to talk to Nick alone, as McGee, Gibbs, Abby, and Ducky filed out.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Let me have it.”
Ellie tilted her head in question. “What do you mean?”
“You’re pissed.”
“You could have just warned me, Nick.”
He waved her off. “Didn’t have time for that.”
Ellie glanced down at the toes of her boots, nudging at a scuff mark on the floor. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel the way Nick’s dead weight had crushed her. She had become so accustomed to his constant motion, his ready sarcasm and quips, that his silent stillness had made cold all over.
Nick cleared his throat to get Ellie’s attention. She glanced up. He tapped his shoulder.
“You know what they say,” he said. “Kiss it better.”
Ellie frowned. “Could you be serious about this for two seconds?”
“Pretty sure I was serious when I took that bullet.”
She clenched her teeth, one hip cocked at annoyed angle. He dipped his chin, casting her a puppy-eyed look.
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t even dream of humoring him. But he had protected her, thrown his own body in front of a bullet in order to keep her from getting hurt.
Ellie shook her head and stepped up to his bedside. She placed her hand on his pillow and leaned over him, brushing a kiss to his shoulder. She could feel his body heat through the bandage and the thin fabric of his hospital gown, a reminder that he was alive and well, just as stubborn and obnoxious as always.
When she pulled away, she glanced up at Nick. He was looking at her, searching her face as if he never wanted to look anywhere else but her for as long as he lived.
Ellie reached out, trailing her fingertips along his jawline, stubble as rough and stinging as sandpaper. She reveled in that burn, soaking up the heat of him. Nick lifted his chin a fraction of an inch, bumping his nose against hers, his breath fanning across her lips.
Ellie’s hand settled against Nick’s cheek. She drifted closer, touching her forehead to his. Nick’s fingers curved around her waist, pin points of pressure gentle against her lower back for support. Ellie placed her other hand on Nick’s chest, his heart a steady, even rhythm beneath her palm.
“You scared me,” she whispered.
“I’m not sorry, babe,” he replied. “I’d do it again if I had the chance.”
She released a heavy exhale. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
But she climbed onto the hospital bed anyway, her knees bracketing Nick’s hips. She pressed his mouth open with her lips, sliding her tongue across his, drowning herself in the taste of him. She never wanted his blood on her hands again.
She only wanted him like this, warm, soft, drawing a moan out of him that sounded so desperate and touch-starved and good.
Nick’s fingers skimmed up her back, threading through her hair. Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck, her chest pressed flush to his as she sighed into his mouth at the full-body contact.
The heart rate monitors went wild, chattering in frantic beeps as Nick’s pulse skyrocketed.
The biggest mystery to me is what does Bishop’s dad do? Her mom says he’s the smart one like she is, and we’ve met all of Ellie’s family except him so I’m VERY curious. She says in s12 that her brothers and husband fight about football but no mention of dad, and he travels(?) bc he was getting a flight in the Oklahoma ep. How did they afford their giant house/land yet Ellie went to state college? Why do all the boys still live in the same town? Family business? Are the Bishops in the mob 😂😂😂
Hahaha this is a very good question! I really hope we get to meet her dad soon (and see her mom and brothers again)!
Twitter and Instagram wasted exactly 0 time after the promo dropped to start hating on Ellie 🙄 Not sure what I expected, but considering how Tumblr usually gets a bad rap in fandoms, I’m really happy this site/this blog is chill and positive (or at least people keep the hate to their own following and don’t spam the whole site with it?) Anyway Ellie’s been there for 5? 6? Years at this point, she’s not going “home” just bc ur still salty, Internet. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
I know I saw a comment where someone said the “blondie can leave” and I just responded “Nah we love Ellie too.” LOL. This is my biggest concern in bringing Ziva back up. While it can be great, it’s also going to bring more haters out. Like I’ve said before, we just have to send 100000x more love than she gets hate!
um can we just talk about bishop and torres are actually the same height? i always thought this was kind of funny but i just googled them to check if they use special shots or its a tv/screen error and no, emily and wilmer are literally both 5'7, ellick have an exact height difference of 0 and its just made my day because at some point, both of them are gonna be unable to reach the top shelf and jimmy palmer can actually hold snacks out of their reach
LOLOL OMG I need a fic of Jimmy keeping snacks out of their reach!
“Emily’s Happy Birthday Post for Wilmer” more like Emily’s bridesmaid flipbook for Wilmer lol Even though we didn’t get new new pictures/stories I guess? It’s not just their dogs that FaceTime a lot 👀 #keepsailingussemiler
Hahah yeah we didn’t really get any new pictures, but I’m sure that was on purpose. Still, I’m so asjl;sjsg that she did a birthday spam for him! ♥
(Correction: the picture with the fake baby was new!)
