Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor and I making any money from this. It's jus for fun!
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and added this story. Glad you like it so far! Now, I can't remember on the program but for the purpose of this story, Abby's lab and Ducky's are both on the same floor, or in the basement, or however that should be worded!
I based the ages of the NCIS character's roughly around the actor's ages. Except Abby. Did you know Pauley Perrette is 43! I guessed Abby would be younger than that, maybe a little older than Reid? Early 30s maybe... Anyway.
Trapped – Chapter Two.
Reid followed the dark haired NCIS Agent into the elevator and stood next to her as she pressed the button for the basement.
Ziva eyed him for a few moments before speaking. "Do you mind if I ask what kind of doctor you are?" She was intrigued. The man looked too young to hold both the title of Doctor and Special Agent. She wondered for a moment if maybe he was a Probationary Agent.
Reid smiled, by now used to the all too often asked questions that he assumed would follow. "I have PhD's." He replied. "In Chemistry, Engineering and Mathematics." He added, seeing the quizzical look on her face.
She nodded. "Impressive." She said simply.
"Officer David?" Reid asked. She turned to look at him. "I mean," He explained. "Officer, not Agent?" He asked.
"I'm a Liaison Officer." She answered simply.
"Mossad?" Reid asked, looking at her.
A confused look came across her face. "How did you know that?" She asked.
Reid smiled nervously. "Given that you're name is David," He explained, "and the Star of David you're wearing." Ziva unconsciously played with the pendant around her neck as Reid continued. "I assumed you were Israeli and therefore would have served with the Tzahal which would have lead to you being in the Mossad and that you..." He stopped. "Sorry, I tend to babble."
"Did you just profile me?" Ziva asked. She didn't sound mad, but Reid wouldn't go as far to say she sounded pleased. She still wore the same expression as before.
"Erm..." Reid looked down at the floor. "Sorry... habit." He looked up at her and smiled apologetically.
Ziva again nodded but remained silent. Reid was grateful when the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. He followed her the short way down the hallway and stopped outside a glass door Reid assumed lead to the lab. "Here we are." Ziva said, entering the room. Reid followed her.
The lab was larger than he'd expected. He looked around and his eyes fell on a figure hunched over a microscope.
"Abby." Ziva called. She didn't reply. "Abby." She tried again louder. Still nothing. "Abby!" She shouted.
The woman turned around and looked surprised. She pulled some earphones out of her ears. Reid wasn't sure what she was listening too but he could tell it was loud. "Hey Guys." She said, smiling.
"Abby, this is Doctor Reid from the FBI." Ziva introduced him. "Doctor Reid, Abby Sciuto, our Forensics Expert."
Reid walked a little further into the lab. It was only now that she was facing him Reid could take in her appearance. She had jet black hair, which had been pulled into high piggy tails and plaited. She was wearing red and black checked trousers and moon boots. Her top was black and had a flaming skull printed on it. Around her neck was a studded dog collar and Reid could make out some kind of spider web tattoo underneath. Although he was a little shocked by her appearance, especially given the fact she was a governmental employee – he didn't let it show on his face. He offered his hand and she shook it, smiling.
Abby quickly looked the FBI agent up and down. He didn't look like FBI. He looked too, well, the only word she could think of to describe it was 'scruffy'. He's tie looked like he was half way to taking it off and she noticed he was wearing Converse. "Aren't FBI agent's meant to look all mean and scary?" She asked, looking from Reid to Ziva.
Ziva shook her head and rolled her eyes slightly. "Doctor Reid is here to collect a copy of your findings in the Glennister case." She said, folding her arms.
"Oh," Abby said, raising both hands to level with her head and pointing her forefingers in the air as if trying to remember where it was.
Before she could find it though a red light in the corner of the room began flashing and a siren sounded.
"Out!" Ziva shouted before Reid could ask what was happening. "Quick!" She added as the door began to automatically close. Reid and Abby headed towards the door after her.
Ziva twisted her body to squeeze through the ever decreasing space and turned to see the door lock shut, Abby and Reid the other side.
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"So, Agent Prentiss." Tony said, pressing the button for the basement on the panel. "The BAU?" He tilted his head to the side as if pondering it for a moment. "That's gotta be..." he thought about what word to use for a moment. "Different."
"It has its moments." Prentiss said, glancing at the other Agent, but not saying anything else.
"So you guys travel a lot?" He asked, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall of the elevator.
"It's actually unusual for us to have a case this close to home." She replied. And it was. In the last twelve months this was only their third case in Virginia.
Tony nodded. "Must be a bonus, though." Tony mussed. "I mean you get to see a lot of the country."
"Yea," Prentiss looked at him. "Apart from all the dead people."
Tony chuckled. "Of course." He said, standing up straight. "I didn't mean... You know with the..." He was pleased when the doors opened a few seconds later. "Ah... we're here." He waited for Prentiss to exit the elevator and followed her. As he exited the elevator, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Prentiss behind. Unfortunately for him, Prentiss turned around and caught him.
"Agent DiNozzo." She half sighed, half exclaimed.
"Agent Prentiss." He replied, "Ah...haha.." He smiled at her. "I erm... Ducky." He pointed down the corridor, "This way." He walked past her and she followed.
They entered what Prentiss assumed was the Morgue. She saw a man dressed in scrubs and a cap sat at a desk on the far side of the room. "Ducky." DiNozzo called.
The man stood and turned to face them. "Ah, Tony, my Dear Boy." He said walking over to them. "Jethro called me earlier, asked me to get a report ready for you." He turned to look at Prentiss. "And you must be the FBI agent come to collect said report." He smiled at her. "Doctor Donald Mallard." He introduced himself in a smooth British accent.
"Agent Emily Prentiss." She replied, shaking his hand.
"Emily..." Tony repeated, an impish smile creeping across his face.
"Bear with me for a moment," Ducky said, returning to his desk. "I had it here a moment ago."
Before Prentiss could speak again a red light in the corner of the room began to flash and a siren sounded.
"Out!" Tony shouted. Ducky and Prentiss turned to follow in time to see the door automatically close, Tony just a few feet away from it. "Oh crap..." He sighed, turning to face the other two.
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"What the hell is goin' on?" Morgan demanded of the older NCIS Agent.
Gibbs looked up to a staircase behind McGee's desk. "I don't know yet." He said, standing when he saw a tall black man with a moustache walk out of a door across the landing. "Vance!" He called, running up the stairs two at a time.
Morgan turned to McGee. "What the hell?" He asked.
McGee stood and looked up to see where Gibbs had gone. "It's the Lab Evac alarm." He explained.
"The what?" He asked. The siren had now stopped, and the red light was now on a permanent low glow. "Lab Evac? Please tell me that's not what it sounds like."
"One of the labs has probably just had a false alarm." McGee said, trying to reassure the other agent but not succeeding. "Its protocol the each area of the building remains sealed until the leak, if there is one, had been found and neutralised." He noticed that his words didn't seem to be making the Agent feel better. "But it's probably a false alarm. They just need to check it out before they can cancel it."
"I just sent two agents down to your labs." Morgan said, folding his arms across his chest. "Are they ok down there?" He asked, worried. If anything happened to either of them he wasn't sure how he'd handle it. Especially Reid. Not on his second day back at work. Nobody was that unlucky, surely.
Before McGee could answer Gibbs returned. "Boss?" McGee asked, moving round his desk to stand next to Morgan.
"One of the labs has a leak." He leant over his desk and began typing on his computer. He looked up at the two Agents. "Anthrax."
"What?" Morgan said, looking from McGee to Gibbs. "Anthrax?"
"Is Abby..." McGee began but Gibbs cut him off.
"It's not her lab." Gibbs said, looking back at his computer.
"I didn't think we had any Anthrax in the building." McGee said, looking confused.
Gibbs stopped typing and stood up straight. "We didn't."
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"What the hell is going on?" Prentiss asked, looking from Tony to Ducky.
"It's the Lab Evac alarm." Tony replied, moving from the door to the desk and picking up the phone.
"Is that what it sounds like?" Prentiss asked, turning to face Ducky.
"I'm afraid so, my Dear." He looked at her and frowned. "I'm afraid we're stuck in this room until the Evac alarm ends and they stop whatever's caused it."
"Great..." Prentiss sighed. Why was nothing simple? Drive to the Navy Yard. Pick up some evidence. Go back to Quantico. That was all they had to do.
"Ok, Boss." Tony said, hanging up the phone and returning to the others. "There's a leak in one of the labs," he explained. "It's not Abby's lab." He said, seeing the worried look flash across Ducky's face.
"What kind of leak?" Prentiss asked.
Tony took a deep breath and sighed. "Anthrax."
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"Ziva!" Abby shouted, banging on the glass of the door.
"Abby, calm down!" Ziva called back. "I'll phone Gibbs." She pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Play nice." She said, looking quickly at Reid, then back to Abby. She dialled and walked down the corridor a little.
"What's happening?" Reid asked, quietly.
"Lab Evac." Abby answered, turning around to face him. "One of the labs has leaked something and now we have to stay quarantined until they can figure it out."
"Quarantined?" Reid asked. So he was stuck here. "How long for?"
Abby shrugged and walked over to sit in the chair behind the desk. "Ages." She said grumpily as she sat down. After a second her head perked up and she looked at him. "Unless you can kick the glass in." She suggested.
"What?" Reid asked, "Kick the..." He shook his head. "No!"
"Oh come on. It's not this lab that's leaked. We'll be here for hours and Ziva's going to be stuck in the corridor." She pointed out of the door to where Ziva had been standing minuets before.
"No!" Reid protested. "I'm not gona kick the glass in. Besides, it would be against protocol." He put his hands in his pockets.
"Protocol Smotocol." Abby huffed. "You're an FBI Agent, just," She tilted her head to the side and swayed her arms in the same direction. "Kick it. That's what you guys do, right?"
"Erm..." Reid shifted. "I'm really not that kind of an FBI Agent. That's more Morgan's territory."
"I don't know who that is." Abby said, looking confused. "Shoot it!" She exclaimed after a few more seconds of thinking.
"What?" Reid exclaimed. "No! That's even more stupid than kicking it in." He took his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms. "No." He said again.
"Boring." Abby muttered to herself, pretending to look at her nails.
Reid sighed and went to lean against the wall. He was stuck in a lab, at NCIS with a crazy Goth woman he'd never met before who was trying to get him to shoot or kick – his choice – a glass door through so they could escape from a quarantine. A quarantine which had been placed for still unknown reasons. Great.
Abby looked at him. "I guess you could read through some of the evidence while we wait for Ziva to come back." She said, standing and taking a file over to him. He took the folder off her with thanks. She turned to her computer and began to pull up the ballistics.
"There was no DNA left at the crime scene?" Reid asked, handing her back the file.
She took it off him and gave him a confused look. "You..." She looked from the thick file to Reid. "You read it already?"
Reid nodded. "No prints left on the shell casings. Not hairs of fibres." Reid looked at her oblivious to her confused glare. "Victim was subdued by blunt force trauma to the head and bound at the wrist and ankles like the other two victims."
"You... But..." Abby stuttered. She turned back to her computer. "You read fast."
Before either could say anything, a tapping on the door caught their attention. They turned to see Ziva.
"Ziva!" Abby called, running over to the door. "What did Gibbs say? Can we come out soon? Are Tony and McGee ok?"
Ziva didn't say anything. She didn't have to. The grim, stern look on her face said it all.
"Oh no..." Abby said, turning to look at Reid, who was now standing besides her. She turned back to face Ziva. "Is it bad?"
Ziva nodded. After a few moments she said one word.
"Anthrax."
Reid's heart sank. Great. All they had to do was drive to NCIS and pick up some files. Why was nothing ever simple?
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Hahaha! I hate to spoil it for you, but nobody will be getting Anthrax. I just didn't want you to think 'Ahh here we go, just re-write an episode but set it in a different place." All will become clear. Let me know what you think, hope you're still enjoying! Even if you're not I'm, going to keep writing cos I'm having fun! Although I do intend to please you too lol :p