A/N: Enjoy!
"Agent Sommers, good morning." greeted DiNozzo as he walked into interrogation. The other agent did not share his sentiment.
"Good? I can tell you DiNozzo, this morning has been anything but good. First, My car doesn't start. Then I spill my coffee all over my pants. And now? I walk into NCIS, like I have for the past ten years, and security is waiting for me. They manhandle me like I'm some criminal and haul my ass down to interrogation. And you come in and say good morning? What the hell is going on?" yelled the other agent.
"There's been a slight misunderstanding that I'm sure you can help us out with. Do you recognize this man?" DiNozzo flourished a photo of the mystery signer. Agent Sommers gave a good look, really trying to place the face.
"I think I saw him once. Yeah, I remember. He was washing windows or something around here. I remember him because he backed his damn truck into my car. Broke a headlight. We exchanged insurance information. Turns out the jerks info was fake. I had to fix the headlight myself." responded the agent, bitterness in his voice.
"Wait, so this was a utility guy? Not a probationary agent?" asked DiNozzo.
"No. I don't have any Probies right now. Anyone can verify that. This guy backed his utility truck into my car. Are we done here?" DiNozzo nodded allowing the older man to leave interrogation. Tony looked at the mirrored window at Lee and Ziva, who were in observation.
"Campfire, bullpen, now," he called.
"Alright, so what I got from the video surveillance is that that this guy has been snooping around the Navy Yard for at least three months, maybe longer. It took me awhile, but I finally spotted the pattern. He comes in almost everyday, under different disguises. I picked up on it because his habit and routes never changed. He was everywhere, but the majority of his time was spent outside the Abby's lab windows. My guess is that he talked Abby, learning her habits. He must have noticed that she came in early to do those diagnostics." explained McGee to the team, showing various freeze frames of their would be kidnapper.
"Alright, so a run down on what we know: Abby was supposed to be in her lab. The guys who snatched her are smart and organized. Somehow, this is in connection to a previous case, specifically in regards to a shiny metal box that the bomb squad blew up. Abby and Ziva put said box back together i.e. making them the intended targets. So team, let's hear thoughts." Tony opened the floor, his tape recorder still rolling.
"Do we know which party is wanting Abby and Ziva snatched? The senders or the receivers?" asked McGee. His worry was beginning to show in his face. The team sympathized with him. They knew he was closest to Abby of those present.
"No, but we'll find out. Tell, me team what is our next course of action?" threw out DiNozzo. They were silent, thinking. Finally Agent Lee's voice came forth.
"Well, shouldn't we track down the original delivery guy? I think Tony said his name was Kirby? We find him, we find out who his boss was." she said. Tony nodded his head.
"Good work Probie." he said.
"Finding him should not be so hard. I believe he is doing time, yes? What were the charges, impersonating a naval officer and transporting illegal goods?" asked Ziva, a smirk on her face. Tony grinned back.
"Yup. McGee, run facial recognition on the guy in the video. While it's going, you and Lee try to find out who made that bomb. I want to know where the pieces came from and who they were sold to. Ziva and I are are going to pay a visit to Fort Leavenworth."
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This time Abby woke up faster. She was more alert and her previous headache had subsided. Warily, she opened her eyes.
"I see you're finally awake Ms. Scuito. That's good. We have plenty to discuss." came her kidnapper's voice. It was the same voice of the young man who had presented himself at her lab in the morning, however, now it was strong, confident.
"Well I have nothing to discuss until I get a trip to the little ladies room, mister." she spat back. She was angry and felt no remorse in showing it. The man just laughed.
"Fine by me. We've got time. Hey, I'll even give you something to eat." After a potty break and some food under close guard Abby was again returned to her seat and her restraints fastened securely.
"I've heard how feisty you are. Can't risk you getting away can we?" he tone was cheerful, patronizing. He was in no rush and was in complete control.
"What do you want with me?" asked Abby again.
"Well, Abby, a lot of evidence passes your hands everyday. Now most of that evidence is related to your NCIS cases. That's all fine with me. But you see, every once in a while, you get evidence that really doesn't concern NCIS at all. That's the evidence that concerns me dear." he replied.
"I don't know what you think about NCIS evidence, but anything that hits my table is NCIS property."
"Oh cut the crap, Abigail Scuito. We both know that that's a lie. We both know that life is not so cut and dry. Now, what I'm interested in is a case. A small, metal briefcase. With an epoxy strip. You remember the one right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." responded Abby, smirking. The kidnapper smiled in return. He walked up to Abby leaning down to look into her face.
"Play your games while you can Abby. Just remember," from inside his suit which he still wore, he pulled a k-bar. He placed the tip of it on Abby's collarbone. "I'm not always going to be so nice."
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