A/N: Hello! How was your day? I hope it was fantabulous! (I'm making that a word now.) Holy crap! I didn't expect this type of response! Thank you for all of the great reviews! They were great motivation, and made my day! So I was thinking an epilogue after this chapter. All mistakes are mine. Friendly Reviews and criticism are apreciated.
Disclaimer: Still just playing in the sandbox. Also there is mentions of a mental illness.
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Gibbs had no idea where he was. This fact frustrated him to no end, of course he didn't show it. When he first woke up with a pounding headache, he found himself chained to a chair in an empty room. A quick scan showed that there was nothing else in the room. And oh joy the entire room was cement. Gibbs could only sigh inwardly. To alleviate the boredom he decided to go over what he knows. He was ambushed from behind, in the NCIS parking lot. In the case, the suspect is Robert Jones. This is a guy who has filed many complaints on the NCIS. And finally this guy wants to play a game. Gibbs was curious as to what specific game this guy has chosen. Capture the flag was the first game that came to mind. Gibbs was startled out of his thoughts when the solid metal door quickly opened with a loud clang. The man who walked in had brown hair, grey eyes, and sharp facial features. Other wise known as Robert Jones.
"Sorry for the long wait. I had to get everything set up to play," Jones said in an almost child like voice. "I'm so happy to have new friends to play with!" he added as an after thought.
"Why would you want to... play with the NCIS?" Gibbs asked, raising a brow. "I thougt you didn't like them."
"I don't," Jones scowled. However, his face brightened at his next thought. "You and your team are different. If you don't like your orders, then you don't follow them!"
Not quite true Gibbs thought to himself. It was then he noticed another man behind Jones. The man was wearing a mask covering his entire head.
"Jones here wanted a play mate." The man said with a rapsy voice. "I want to take down the NCIS." The man stepped forward getting into Gibb's face. "So I thought, hey! Why don't I kill two birds with one stone."
"And your point?" Gibbs asked, trying to hurry things along.
"Fine," the man sighed. "You are going to tell everything about the NCIS building, while Robert gets to play his little games with your team."
"Good luck with that," Gibbs chuckled. The man sent Robert out of the room and started the interrogation.
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Tony was low key panicking. They had nothing to find the missing leader. It was his responsibility to make sure the team was functioning when Gibbs was not able to. Well currently Ziva was on the phone, snapping at the poor sap on the other end of the line. McGee was doing... whatever it is that required hacking. Abby was frantically trying to find a way to help McGee with said hacking. And Tony was trying to find any trace of Robert Jones's brother, John Jones. After hours of searching, DiNozzo could find nothing. It's like John didn't exist. All he could find was that John graduated high school, but then he dropped off of the face of the earth. Tony snapped out of his thoughts when Ziva slammed the phone down.
"I finally got all the files for Robert and John," Ziva announced. "They should be in your email now." As if on cue his email alert went off. "Well that can't be right." Zive was frowning at the screen, "it says that Roberts brain stopped developing at nine years old."
"What?" Tony asked, looking up from his monitor. "Is that even a thing?"
"It apears so," she answered. "Robert has been in his brothers custody ever since their parents died."
"Well that doesn't make sense," McGee said, joining the conversation. "The video showed Robert, but he doesn't have the mental compacity to do anything this complex."
"Aha!" Tony exclaimed proudly. "They don't like the NCIS, because their parents were agents killed in the line of duty. John and Robert both tried to sue for not checking the perimeter to make sure the area was safe. Oh and did I mention they are biological twins? No? Well they are basically a carbon copy of eachother."
"So then that means we could have seen John, and not Robert." McGee sumerised.
"Wait," Ziva spoke up, putting her elbows on her knees. "Where were their parents killed?"
"Uhhhhh..." Tony looked at the screen. "An old concrete factory." Tony looked at Ziva, "you don't think..." Her only answer was to stand up, grab her gun, and head for the elevator.
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Gibbs grunted at the final punch to his stomache. John got frustrated when all he got from Gibbs was blood on his shoes.
"We'll take 5," John said, wiping his hands with a rag. Gibbs internally rolled his eyes. Robert reentered the room.
"Your friends are coming over soon!" He exclaimed happily.
"How old are you?" Gibbs asked. He knew something wasn't right. This man acted as if he were a child.
"Nine!" Robert supplied. "But don't worry I'm not a little kid any more. I'm grown up just like you!" Robert gave a happy bounce. In that moment John stormed in without his mask. Outwardly Gibbs didn't show anything, but inwardly he was suprised to see double. Of course it's twins, Gibbs thought bitterly.
"Robert!" John yelled, although he tried to calm himself. "Why didn't you say you were inviting friends over?"
"Yo...you said I...I could Johnny." Robert stuttered. John sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Fine, change in plans." In a swift move he knocked Gibbs unconscious.
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The SUV screeched to a halt in front of the building. The three agents stepped out with determination on their faces.
"So what's the plan Tony?" McGee asked, pulling out his gun.
"I say we knock on the front door." Tony smirked. Tony and McGee stood on both sides of the door. On Tonys signal, Ziva kicked open the door. What the three agents saw made them see red. There was Gibbs unconscious, and over the sholder of John? While Robert? Was hiding behind them both.
"John, put him down." McGee said calmly. "There is nothing that can't be undone."
"I think I will take a different route." John smirked holding a knife to Gibbs spine. "One move from me, and he won't be walking anywhere." Ziva and Tony looked at eachother, lowering their weapons slightly. The agents were so focused on John and vice versa, that no-one noticed Roberts angry look and sharp movement towards his brother.
BANG!
SNAP!
A/N: Please don't kill me! I promise everything will be resolved in five days at the most.
