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Chapter 3 - Pinky, Perky and Billy Goat
"I don't like it" Tony DiNozzo stated, as he got up to make his way over to his other partner's desk. He had been watching a Commander and a Lieutenant, chatting on the balcony area just above the bullpen after seeing them come out of the Directors office, the Commander looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't put his finger on why.
"Don't like what Tony" Ziva sighed as she lookup from the paper work she had been try and failing to study since Gibbs and McGee had gone into the Directors office. McGee rarely got summon upstairs, after all, he rarely got into trouble, unlike other agents, so that meant this was something important. DiNozzo was now leaning over her desk with his back to the balcony, so he didn't see the Director, Secretary Jarvis and the Admiral step out from the Director's office and start heading down the stair - to be followed by the Commander and Lieutenant.
"The meetings obviously finished so where's McGee, I mean I understand the Boss staying behind..."
"They'll be back momentarily Agent DiNozzo" Vance stated from his position now directly behind Tony. "In the meantime, this is Commander Jacobs; he's going to be helping out"
Tony had turn round whilst the Director was speaking, and saw the Commander offering his hand in formal greeting, when it clicked "You're the guy from the Pentagon" accepting the offered hand.
"Guilty as charged" the Commander smiled as he then offered his hand to Ziva, as she stood up.
"Wait, helping with..." Ziva began but was interrupted by a light coughing noise from behind the Director, who rolled his eyes and stated "and this is Admiral McGee"
Both agents took the hint instantly that something was wrong, but ensured that their faces remain passive as the formal introductions were made. "He's going to be hanging out here for a while" the director hoped that DiNozzo and David took the hint, that he really didn't like the idea.
"In the meantime I have to go see Dr Mallard"
NCIS
Ducky settled in the chair next to Tim, he was now as worried as Gibbs, as the young agent had very much withdrawn into himself, his head bowed down resting in his hands, with his elbow embedding themselves into his knees.
"Tim" he said gently
Tim looked up "Sorry..." his voice was soft, but he sat up and looked towards Ducky and Gibbs who was leaning against the table just behind Ducky "guess you want to talk now..."
~Trust Tim to state the blindingly obvious~ thought Gibbs as he smiled behind his cup of coffee, "Well, yeah Tim, would kind-a help"
At that moment the doors to autopsy opened with Vance striding through "as much as I would like to discuss this, we need to get to work on that hard-drive" his tone was sympathetic with a hint of ordering
"Leon!..." Gibbs started, they had been so close
"The Admiral has decided to stay here until he gets answers, Gibbs" Vance stated as he turned his attention to the older agent, he really didn't want to get into a pissing match at this point, but he hated the idea of having the Admiral underfoot even more, placing the external hard-drive down on the table in front of him.
For his part Tim was just putting his cup back on the same table when the Director gave the news, his head shot up to look at the Director and the cup missed the table smashing into pieces as it hit the floor
"Oh god! Ducky I'm sorry" mortified Tim was immediately on his knees trying to clear up the mess
"Timothy, my lad, it just a cup," Ducky replied softly, as he knelt down with some towelling to help the young agent at the same time as looking with concern at the Director and Gibbs, "nothing to worry, about no harm done"
Tim reach for his phone, which he normally had on this belt, only to realise it was still on his desk "Sarah, I need to call Sarah" panic was setting in and he lost all care about who was watching.
"Agent McGee, we don't..." A glare from Gibbs put a stop to what the Director was about to say
"Easy, Tim, use the phone on the desk" Gibbs had moved forward and put a comforting hand on the elbow of the still kneeling agent helping him up. Tim reached for the phone and started dialling without lifting the receiver, so it went automatically to speaker phone. After a couple of rings there was an answer
"Hello"
"Sarah, it's me, where are you?" Tim couldn't quite hide the concern from his voice
"Oh hi Tim, in my dorm room about to head out to class, why what's wrong?"
"Sarah you need to get out the box I put in the back of the wardrobe, grab a couple of changes of clothes and get out of DC"
"What! Don't be silly Tim that's only to be used if..."
"He's here Sarah, which mean he's also here" Tim stated firmly cutting her off
"Oh, but, I'm not a kid anymore..."
"I know Sarah, just do what was agreed, please, I don't want him anywhere near you, go to Billy Goats to be on the safe side, and stay there until you hear from me"
"What about you?"
"I can handle it, but just to be safe only use speed-dials 3, 4, 5 to get messages to me"
"Why can't I use 1 and 2?"
"You can't use 2 because Abby's not here, she's at a conference with Jimmy and I don't want to worry her"
"And 1?"
"No don't call or text me directly, the others can pass messages"
"Oh okay"
"Tell Billy Goat that Perky will be alright and needs not to worry about Pinky, Oh and Sarah until this is over your Sasha Mitchell"
"Okay, Pinky will do as she's told, but only to keep Perky and Billy Goat Happy" The tone of her voice made it perfectly clear she wasn't happy about it and with that the call ended. Tim let out a small sigh of relief, gathered up the external hard-drive and walked out of Autopsy, leaving behind three very confused older men.
Sorry could not resist adding in another twist – do not worry, all will be explained in due course I promise
