OKay, here is the second chapter I hope you enjoy it. I'm not sure whether to continue the story or not but review and give me your opinion.
Disclaimer: Do Not own NCIS or Fullmetal alchemist (I sooooo hate these things) But continue on top the story.
They all had arrived at the hospital as fast as they could, Gibbs wanted answers and he wanted them now.
Gibbs walked up to the receptionist, the nurse who he had spoken to only about a day before.
"Is the kid awake?" The nurse blinked up at him, then pressed one of the speakers buttons that were connected to private rooms.
"I F**king swear if someone doesn't let me go right now-"
Glass breaking sounded as one of the nurses trying to calm the boy down screamed.
"Lady! Just get me the damn military!"
The receptionist released the button, as Tony and McGee held expressions of surprise. Tony cleared his throat, "um….I think we'll let you get this one boss…we'll just sit down and wait with Ziva."
McGee nodded in agreement, both had the same thoughts, the kid sounded like a spawn of Satan, normally a little shouting and screaming wouldn't scare them away but….the kid sounded p**sed off…..almost like Gibbs was when he was angry but a lot less calm and…..collected.
The both of the quickly scampered away once they saw Gibbs glaring at them, Ziva gave a small smile at the sight of Tony and McGee tripping over their feet to escape Gibbs glare.
"You two are…..what do you call it scaredy lions of a little boy?"
McGee looked away while Tony cleared his throat, "the saying is a scaredy cat Ziva and no…we wanted to stay with you to make sure nothing bad happened at this side of things."
Ziva looked around at the people in the waiting room, "You mean someone is going to pull out a gun here?"
Tony looked cornered until his face cleared into an expression of 'aha.'
"We're just looking out for you, most women are very frail and—
Ziva interrupted him angrily, "Are you saying Tony that women can't take care of themselves and that I am weak?"
Tony looked panicked and turned to McGee for some help, McGee held up his hands giving a silent 'you're on your own.'
"No, no, no that wasn't what I was saying at all!" Ziva didn't look convinced, "it sur didn't sount like it" her accent was getting heavier and letters were disappearing from her words.
"YOU F**CKING OLD MAN, LET THE DAMN GO!" The shout was echoed throughout the hospital and the two stopped their argument to look in concern at each other, they were pretty sure that Gibbs had caused the kid to scream like that, especially with how Gibbs could anger people.
McGee stood and looked down the hall, "you think—"
Tony shook his head and interrupted before he could finish, "nope, Gibbs had it unless you want to go help hold down the kid?"
McGee instantly sat back down, which Tony took as his answer.
They sat silently none of them talking while they waited for their boss, the tension in the air getting thicker and thicker.
Gibbs had instantly left to go find the room as soon as the nurse pointed in what direction and what door number.
As soon as he found it, in an almost isolated part of the hospital, with a couple scared nurses avoiding the door with the numbers 101, that was how he knew it was the right room. That and the fact that the kid was still screaming at the nurses inside his room and as a loud crash was hear, still throwing anything he could find.
Maybe the teen was mentally ill…even though that was a happy thought of avoiding the encounter all together because what was the point of interrogating a crazy person when you couldn't believe what they said.
Gibbs sighed, this case was weighing down on all of them, the victim was only around seven years old and they all wanted to find the insane human who would do that to a girl child of seven.
Gibbs cautiously opened the door and shut it quickly when what looked like a tray flew towards him and hit against the door with a loud bang.
"Who the freaking it is now? I said M-i-l-i-t-a-r-y, can you people not understand what—"
The kid started rambling off into what sounded like a little bit of French with German mixed in. Gibbs slammed the door open, if the kids liked to be dramatic then Gibbs would show him what a dramatic entrance is.
The room instantly quieted down, Gibbs voice came out barely in a whisper "you can leave now. I'll handle him from here."
The nurses looked worriedly at each other until Gibbs ordered with a sharp "now."
They rushed out of their like their hair was on fire and one of the nurses shut the door but not before sending a terrified glance at the teen.
The teenager Gibbs concluded was short, maybe around four feet nine or somewhere around five feet. He was wearing what looked like gothic or punk clothing. He was wearing leather pants, a silk tank top, a leather jacket, steel boots, and a blood red coat to top it all off.
The most striking thing about the teen was his hair and eyes. Golden like the rays of the sun but as Gibbs looked closer he saw that the teens eyes held a fire in them, one burning so strongly it almost made him want to look away. Gibbs observed him for awhile more while the teen did the same, until the teenager broke the silence.
"What do you want?" He spoke in a heavy accent Gibbs just noticed but spoke English quite well.
Gibbs took a minute until answering, "Your name, age, where you were born and what you were doing at a naval crime scene."
The teen looked out the window and around the room, like he was just noticing where he was for the first time before answering. "My name is Ed and that is all I am telling you."
Ed as now Gibbs knew, swiftly ran past Gibbs before Gibbs himself even knew what had happened. As soon as he noticed he ran after him, only a couple feet behind him. Hospital staff and patients stared after them as they ran by, a couple even got run over by Ed. Ed might be agile and fast but Gibbs had experience, and as soon as Gibbs was close enough and when they almost turned a corner did Gibbs tackle Ed.
They both went down and Ed's breath was knocked out of him as he fell to the floor. Gibbs meanwhile was already recovered and kept a hold on him, as Ed took a pained breath, "YOU F**CKING OLD MAN, LET THE DAMN GO!"
Gibbs almost did with lungs like that the whole state could have heard him but instead Gibbs leaned down and whispered into Ed's ear, "you have to calm down, I just want some questions answered, unless you want to be taken in to be interrogated?"
There wasn't even a second before Ed spoke a response, "Calm down? Calm down? You can stick your questions up your beep and beep and beep. I don't care where you take me senile old man."
Gibbs sighed; it was like trying to talk to a wild animal. He hauled Ed up and started pushing him forward which Ed responded with a warning growl. Gibbs wondered how his team would react to Ed…well there was no use thinking about it, he was going to find out soon anyways.
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