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scarlet_gryphonChapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five
Chapter Word Count: 1,034
It was almost four o'clock when the matches to Abby's DNA search and Ducky's dental record search for the identity of the unknown Were in Autopsy came back. The body was that of Seaman Jason Proctor. His last known station was at Norfolk, but he had been transferred to a classified project some three months back. The coincidence of this didn't sit well with Gibbs. There was far too much classified stuff going on with this case.
What really got to Gibbs was the fact that Proctor was only twenty years old, a young pup by both human and Were standards. Granted, the average Were tended to live about as twice as long as a baseline human barring any accidents or foul play- well, a full-blooded Were did, anyways; Gibbs himself was only half-Were, so while he could shift into a wolf form, he had a normal human's lifespan -but it still struck a chord in Gibbs' gut to see someone that young on Ducky's table, Were or not.
With a soft sigh, Gibbs got up from his chair and headed upstairs to MTAC, where he knew Jenny would be. The lights were dimmed as usual, and the large video screen showed a convoy of trucks and Humvees trundling along on some stretch of desert road that could have been anywhere in a half-dozen countries. Gibbs took a seat next to Jenny, sipping at his fifth cup of coffee of the day while he waited for his Director and mate to be able to talk to him without interruption. Gibbs and Jenny were able to be professional with one another at work, and were skilled at keeping their home and work lives separate. It was inevitable that the two would occasionally leak into one another, but for the most part, it didn't affect them that much.
Today hadn't been one of the days the two had had to worry about that happening, so Gibbs was content in waiting for Jenny to finish what she was doing. Eventually, whatever it was that Jenny was overseeing didn't need her attention any more, so she turned her focus on Gibbs, the large view screen going to a neutral holding pattern with the NCIS logo in the center of the blank screen.
'How's the case going?' Jenny asked, turning her head to better see Gibbs, who gave a noncommittal shrug in response.
'We've got two bodies down in Autopsy, and promises of more to come,' he replied finally, taking a long pull from his coffee cup. 'Abby's going over the forensics again, but so far, we don't have much of anything to go on.'
Jenny gave him an appraising look. 'And you're worried we might have to wait until more bodies turn up before we can catch whoever's doing this,' she said, her tone more that of a statement than a question. 'What does that famous gut of yours tell you?'
'That Commander Dalton knows more about what's going on than he's telling us,' Gibbs said, tipping his coffee cup back to get at the last dregs of the bitter drink contained within. He fell silent, trying to figure out a way he and his team could circumvent Dalton's roadblocks. 'Something's going on at Bethesda, Jen, and I want to know what it is before someone else has to die,' Gibbs growled softly after a few minutes' silence.
Jenny laid a hand on Gibbs' forearm for a brief moment before saying, 'Let me see what I can do. Go ahead and get back to work, Gibbs.'
---
Tony watched Gibbs head up to MTAC, a concerned look forming on his face momentarily in response to his Alpha's somewhat dark mood. Tony knew that Gibbs was troubled by their current case, even if the older Were didn't say it out loud. As High Beta in their informal Pack, as well as the one who had worked the second-longest with Gibbs, Tony tended to be more in tune with their boss' emotions, though Ducky and Abby were up there as well.
Tony sighed, an action that caught the attention of both Tim and Ziva. Tim, who had been trying to go over Seaman Proctor's financial records, looked up from his computer, tilting his head slightly in a quizzical manner that told his teammates just how tired he actually was. Tim normally had a great measure of control over his more animalistic side, but when he got tired, certain traits and habits carried over into his human mannerisms.
'Something wrong, Tony?' Tim asked, leaning back in his chair and scrubbing at his face with one hand in an effort to banish his weariness.
'Not really, McGruff,' Tony replied, turning his attention back to his own computer. He had been checking to see if anything had come of the BOLO on Warner's car, but so far no luck. Long minutes passed as Tony aimlessly drummed his fingers against his desk, and then a notification popped up on his desktop, a call coming in a few scant seconds later. Once Tony had finished talking with the officer on the other end of the line, he hung up the phone with a swift motion and did a quick victory dance in his chair, going 'Hah, finally!' as he did so.
At Tony's cry of triumph, Ziva got up from her desk and went over to his desk, craning her neck to try and see what had caused Tony's sudden turn of mood. 'What happened?' she asked, just as Gibbs returned from MTAC. Upon sighting his boss, Tony quickly typed something into his computer and then got up from his chair, snatching the remote for the plasma from its usual spot on top of his filing cabinet before turning to Gibbs.
'I just got a call from Annapolis PD,' Tony said with a grin, turning the plasma on and showing a map of the Annapolis area, with a dot marked on it where Warner's car had found. 'The BOLO on Warner's car finally came back. It was spotted in one of the parking garages at the Annapolis Mall. It's apparently been there for a while.'
'Good. Gear up. Let's go see what we can find.'
Chapter Word Count: 1,034
It was almost four o'clock when the matches to Abby's DNA search and Ducky's dental record search for the identity of the unknown Were in Autopsy came back. The body was that of Seaman Jason Proctor. His last known station was at Norfolk, but he had been transferred to a classified project some three months back. The coincidence of this didn't sit well with Gibbs. There was far too much classified stuff going on with this case.
What really got to Gibbs was the fact that Proctor was only twenty years old, a young pup by both human and Were standards. Granted, the average Were tended to live about as twice as long as a baseline human barring any accidents or foul play- well, a full-blooded Were did, anyways; Gibbs himself was only half-Were, so while he could shift into a wolf form, he had a normal human's lifespan -but it still struck a chord in Gibbs' gut to see someone that young on Ducky's table, Were or not.
With a soft sigh, Gibbs got up from his chair and headed upstairs to MTAC, where he knew Jenny would be. The lights were dimmed as usual, and the large video screen showed a convoy of trucks and Humvees trundling along on some stretch of desert road that could have been anywhere in a half-dozen countries. Gibbs took a seat next to Jenny, sipping at his fifth cup of coffee of the day while he waited for his Director and mate to be able to talk to him without interruption. Gibbs and Jenny were able to be professional with one another at work, and were skilled at keeping their home and work lives separate. It was inevitable that the two would occasionally leak into one another, but for the most part, it didn't affect them that much.
Today hadn't been one of the days the two had had to worry about that happening, so Gibbs was content in waiting for Jenny to finish what she was doing. Eventually, whatever it was that Jenny was overseeing didn't need her attention any more, so she turned her focus on Gibbs, the large view screen going to a neutral holding pattern with the NCIS logo in the center of the blank screen.
'How's the case going?' Jenny asked, turning her head to better see Gibbs, who gave a noncommittal shrug in response.
'We've got two bodies down in Autopsy, and promises of more to come,' he replied finally, taking a long pull from his coffee cup. 'Abby's going over the forensics again, but so far, we don't have much of anything to go on.'
Jenny gave him an appraising look. 'And you're worried we might have to wait until more bodies turn up before we can catch whoever's doing this,' she said, her tone more that of a statement than a question. 'What does that famous gut of yours tell you?'
'That Commander Dalton knows more about what's going on than he's telling us,' Gibbs said, tipping his coffee cup back to get at the last dregs of the bitter drink contained within. He fell silent, trying to figure out a way he and his team could circumvent Dalton's roadblocks. 'Something's going on at Bethesda, Jen, and I want to know what it is before someone else has to die,' Gibbs growled softly after a few minutes' silence.
Jenny laid a hand on Gibbs' forearm for a brief moment before saying, 'Let me see what I can do. Go ahead and get back to work, Gibbs.'
---
Tony watched Gibbs head up to MTAC, a concerned look forming on his face momentarily in response to his Alpha's somewhat dark mood. Tony knew that Gibbs was troubled by their current case, even if the older Were didn't say it out loud. As High Beta in their informal Pack, as well as the one who had worked the second-longest with Gibbs, Tony tended to be more in tune with their boss' emotions, though Ducky and Abby were up there as well.
Tony sighed, an action that caught the attention of both Tim and Ziva. Tim, who had been trying to go over Seaman Proctor's financial records, looked up from his computer, tilting his head slightly in a quizzical manner that told his teammates just how tired he actually was. Tim normally had a great measure of control over his more animalistic side, but when he got tired, certain traits and habits carried over into his human mannerisms.
'Something wrong, Tony?' Tim asked, leaning back in his chair and scrubbing at his face with one hand in an effort to banish his weariness.
'Not really, McGruff,' Tony replied, turning his attention back to his own computer. He had been checking to see if anything had come of the BOLO on Warner's car, but so far no luck. Long minutes passed as Tony aimlessly drummed his fingers against his desk, and then a notification popped up on his desktop, a call coming in a few scant seconds later. Once Tony had finished talking with the officer on the other end of the line, he hung up the phone with a swift motion and did a quick victory dance in his chair, going 'Hah, finally!' as he did so.
At Tony's cry of triumph, Ziva got up from her desk and went over to his desk, craning her neck to try and see what had caused Tony's sudden turn of mood. 'What happened?' she asked, just as Gibbs returned from MTAC. Upon sighting his boss, Tony quickly typed something into his computer and then got up from his chair, snatching the remote for the plasma from its usual spot on top of his filing cabinet before turning to Gibbs.
'I just got a call from Annapolis PD,' Tony said with a grin, turning the plasma on and showing a map of the Annapolis area, with a dot marked on it where Warner's car had found. 'The BOLO on Warner's car finally came back. It was spotted in one of the parking garages at the Annapolis Mall. It's apparently been there for a while.'
'Good. Gear up. Let's go see what we can find.'
