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Not an expert on naval terminology so excuse me if I get any term incorrect.

USS Richard Best

"LaSalle! Chris LaSalle!" Brody cried as his body pressed against her. "Chris LaSalle, can you please get up, you're crushing my…" She didn't want to say the words 'boobs' but luckily her partner managed to get up, but still balanced unsteadily. "Sorry…" he commented. "It's just that damn sudden movement."

"It's your old land-based mode, this isn't even a heavy sea state," Brody replied, wanting to rub her sore breasts but thought better of it. "You really need to get the 'Navy' part of NCIS inside you," she repeated herself as she helped and led the Alabamian towards one of the ship's galley. Just as they collected their meat casserole and drinks, Brody's phone buzzed.

"Yeah Sebastian," she answered wolfing down a huge scoop of the messy food.

"How's it going aboard sailors?"

"Well, it's cool being back a US Navy vessel and having to teach our Alamba boy how to walk."

"I am perfectly fine and capable of…what's up?" LaSalle changed the subject.

"Well, I'm still analysing the body samples that Loretta sent me, but they should be ready really soon. I know you were scanning through the sailors who just joined the fleet. As I told our newbie here, it's more you job than mine but I just had a hunch after my body flushing exercises…"

"Body flushing?" Both agents asked simultaneously.

"Helps to connect you to nature. You should..."

"Is there a real reason you called?" Brody asked, definitely not wanting to hear his long-winded stories again.

"As I was saying, I had a hunch so I used my new programme to track for any anomalies in personnel movements. One certain Charlie Gibson, a new XO on board the Best was wandering off away from the usual R&R locations..." before the forensic scientist could continue, Brody has leaped out of her seat and dashed through passageways and ladderwalls, leaving LaSalle panting be hind her. After passing many ladderwalls, Brody made to the ship's ready room. "Where's Commander Gibson?" She called out to the men relaxing there.

"Look lady, you're sweating. Why don't you and I..." the Lieutenant suddenly Brody's badge.

"Commander Gibson's readying for an evening flight," a Lieutenant Commander answered properly. "You want me to show you to..." but Brody had already darted off again, nearly colliding into LaSalle and other personnel in the process. Given that the majority of the crew were in the sick bay, there weren't much activity or planes on the flight except for one lonely MH-60S Seahawk that was about to launch. "Hey, NCIS! Cease your operations!" Brody yelled as best as she over the noise of the rotary blades.

"Ma'am, ma'am, you shouldn't be here," a Yellow-shirt ran up to her and tried to hold her back but to no avail. Brody sprinted like an Olympic athlete and managed to grab the open side door of the Seahawk just as it lifted off. The helicopter swayed to both sides, but Brody made it forward to the pilots' seats. "NCIS! Get this helicopter down and cease operations now!" she yelled at Gibson but continued flying, again twisting the helicopter back and forth. "I said, get it back down mister!" She raised her Glock 26 but he still disobeyed her. Brody then reached over to the co-pilot's seat and he yelled, "Hey! Don't you dare…" But the NCIS Agent had switch flight controls over to that side. Gibson tried to smack away Brody's hand but she fought him off with just her right arm while she manoeuvred the Seahawk down. "What you…no you don't…" Suddenly LaSalle was outside the window, point his P228 at the window. "Yes you do," Brody held her service weapon against Gibson.

USS Richard Best NCIS office

Minutes Later

"Some pilot you are," Gibson remarked, rubbing his bruised armed and face.

"Some way to get off a carrier, file a fake flight plan but not including your flight commander or crew," Brody retorted.

"And some Navy officer you are. Took time to visit several research labs and hospitals while you were on liberty in Panama. Betcha you have something to do which the sick sailors right?" LaSalle added.

"I wanna see a JAG," Gibson folded his arms.

"Oh we heard that one before," Brody remarked.

"List agents, I won't…ok, I'm not a naval officer. I'm a CIA officer."

"Oh spare me another story," Brody snorted then grabbed him as she saw him extract something. "What's this?"

"The case I'm working on," He replied. "Your case as well. Look call this number, ask the Mr. Canes on the other line any fact you know about your Agent Pride; he has worked with him before."

USS Richard Best

Medical Bay

"So you devote yourself to dead bodies now," Captain (Doctor) Sinclair remarked to Loretta Wade.

"Humans, people are still people, alive or passed away," Loretta shot back to her former colleague.

"Better sick and alive than resting on an autopsy tab..," Before Sinclair could finish his retort, the machines linked to a nearby sailor started beeping wildly.

"Blood pressure rising rapidly!" A senior Corpsmen called. "170/108, now 185/115…" Sinclair immediately ordered drugs to be administered to help lower the blood pressure but that was to no avail. After more unsuccessful attempts, it was clear that the sailor was having a cardiac arrest. "Give me 250…clear! 300 clear!""

USS Richard Best NCIS office

The same time

"King, you sure about this?" LaSalle asked sceptically. They had banished the fake Commander Gibson, whose real name was Carl Tibbins, to another room.

"Canes wasn't exactly the friendly type we I worked with as a Probie," Pride replied. "But his protégé Tibbins is smart. Look, whatever that guy has, get everything to the last page off; it could solve our case. I'll join you guys ASAP."

"So, you convinced now?" Tibbins gave them a smug look.

"So what does your hard disk drive contain?" Brody shot back and they both received a huge folder in return. "Mutated drug?"

"We've been tracked some experimental drugs for a while in conjunction with the DEA," Tibbins explained. "Initially, we thought it was just method of avoiding detection by narcotics sensors and officials but it was bigger than that, some sort of a weapon to render personnel useless. You make people sick for months or even years, you stop deployment of ships like this…"

"So what did you find in Panama?" Brody asked.

"Nothing illegal so far. I came on board to…" The three of them stop to see Loretta follow a trolley wheeled out. "It's now from a case of sick sailors to a dead one…"" she remarked.

To Be Continued

PS: I don't think I got the heart attack scene correct. Add the accurate description if you know it. Thanks.