Author's Note:
This was inspired by a song called "I'm A Wonder", by The Cab. The lyrics in that song fit perfectly!
After all the reviews and love from You Think I'm Dead, I really hope this is as good!
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"I'm A Wonder"
"We need to catch this S.O.B. now!" Gibbs yelled. The serial killer had already taken four victims in the area, and Gibbs was sure that the number was on the rise. So far, they had no leads, and the victims had nothing in common . . . except for their left feet.
The first victim, Ellie Williams, was a Caucasian female who worked as a teacher at a local high school. She had been beaten to death.
The next was Andy Sandio, and Italian who owned a restaurant downtown. He had been shot.
The third, Hilary Baker, was an African-American female who was a lawyer. She had been strangled.
The most recent, whose prints were currently running through the system in Abby's lab, was a Caucasian male whose throat had been cut.
The only proof that they even had anything in common was the small circle that had been branded into their left foot. NCIS had been carved into the flesh inside the circle.
Gibbs sat at his desk, silently brooding over the few ideas that they had formulated, but nothing hit his gut. Suddenly, the soft gasp protruded the silent atmosphere.
"Uh, Boss, I think I've got something here," McGee called. "Abby just emailed me; the John Doe's name is Jason Miller, arrested for shoplifting when he was seventeen. Clean ever since," He lifted a small piece of paper into the air. "Here's his address. He lives about thirty minutes from here."
Gibbs thought a moment before speaking. "McGee, you and Tony go check out his place. I'll check with Abby. Ziva, you do a background check on this guy. I want to know more about him than I do myself,"
They looked mildly surprised, but obliged. Ziva started making calls, her arm hanging limply in the sling.
"The moment you get that thing off, I need you in the field," he said gruffly.
"Of course," she said. "It's off in a day or so anyway,"
Gibbs just hoped that they wouldn't be lost without the Mossad's help.
Tony and Tim pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex. After acquiring an extra key, they started looking through Miller's place. It was neat and tidy, with one bed and a small loveseat. Tony scoffed.
"Pretty boring bachelor pad!" he commented.
"And pretty clean, too," Tim muttered. They dispersed throughout the apartment and pulled out their equipment, a loud bang was heard. Tim flew to the window.
"Oh, crap!" he exclaimed.
"What happened?" Tony called from the kitchen.
"Some idiot backed into the car. Gibbs is gonna be pissed. . . I'll go take care of it,"
"Good luck, Probie. Knowing Gibbs, you'll need it!"
"I'll be back in ten minutes," he called as he left. He looked at his watch- 11:57 P.M. He sighed. This was going to be a long night.
"Hey, is anyone there?" he called. He could see the dent from ten feet away, but he didn't see the driver of the other car. "Hello?"
Just as he reached the vehicle, something hard collided with the back of his skull. He plummeted to the ground as his keys flew out of his hands, and the last thing he remembered was concrete rising to meet his face.
Gibbs checked his watch as the elevator traveled to Abby's lab. It was nearing midnight, and he needed seriously another cup of coffee. His ears were met with the usual screaming music.
"Can you turn that noise down?" he yelled over the chorus. Abby smiled.
"Aww, Gibbs, this is the best song on the entire album!" But when se saw his face, she grudgingly obliged. "Fine, but you owe me a Caf-Pow for my brilliant discovery, Boss-Man!"
"And what would this discovery be, Abs?"
"Why, how all the victims are connected to each other!" She pulled him over to her computer. He four victims photos popped up on the screen, with an unfamiliar name underneath each. Gibbs pointed at one of them. "What's that name?"
She smiled. "This is where it gets juicy; each victim is an author, Gibbs! These are their pen names. We're looking for a Pseudonym Killer,"
Gibbs silently pondered this as Abby's computer blinged.
"Well, that's hinky!" she muttered.
"What is it, Abs?"
"It's an email from an untraceable source . . . it's a list of the victims, probably a hit list. And there's a name attached to the bottom! Ok, so up next is-" She interrupted herself with a gasp. Gibbs questioned her with one swift look.
"Who's the last one, Abs?"
"Thom E. Gemcity,"
Gibbs reacted in less than a millisecond. He whipped out his cell phone, and dialed McGee's number. When it came to voicemail, he dialed Tony's number.
"DiNozzo,"
"TONY!"
"Woah, Boss, what's going o-"
"Is McGee there with you?"
". . . what?"
"IS HE WITH YOU!"
"No, no, somebody dented the car so he went out to handle it. He should be back in a sec if you wan to talk to-"
"Go get him now," Gibbs yelled. "Stay on the line, and hurry,"
"Ok, ok!" Tony yelled back. What the hell did McGeek do to piss off Gibbs? He couldn't be this mad over the car . . . But the sight of the parking lot shut up his ramblings.
"Aw, damn," he muttered.
"The car had indeed been dented on the side, and the door was crushed it. But what really scared Tony was the fact that the keys were on the ground, next to a small splatter of blood. And McGee was nowhere to be found.
"Tony, where is McGee?"
"I-I don't know, Boss. He said he'd be right back, but the keys are here, and there's blood-"
"DAMN IT!" Gibbs yelled.
Abby's eyes widened. Tim was ok, right? There was no way that this Pseudonym Killer was serious, right? As Gibbs barked out some orders, she noted the anger bright in his eyes. He closed his phone, and looked to her.
"We need to catch this guy, Abby, and fast,"
"What happened, Gibbs?" she whispered, afraid of the answer.
"He- he's got McGee."