Gibbs walked into Abby's lab. If anyone could find something for him, it was her.
"Hello, Abbs. I need you to find someone for me." Gibbs said as a greeting.
"Hello my silver fox. Who do you want me to find? We don't have a case right now." Abby wanted to know.
"You remember the guy who stole two of my cases? I talked to Fornell. He says that the man is some kind of intelligence and pretty high up. Do you think you could dig up something about him?" Gibbs asked.
"Intelligence, huh? I can get his picture from the surveillance tapes and check the name he used. I can't promise anything, though." Abby replied.
"That's all right. Just do your best." Gibbs said.
Gibbs stayed watching Abby work. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure if involving her was a good idea. It was one thing to risk his own career. Was that really worth it? With a mental huff he shoved his doubts aside. He was doing the right thing. Those intelligence guys needed to be brought back to reality from time to time. All that power and secrecy went to their heads. Who better to do it than Gibbs himself? He would find that bastard and give him a piece of his mind. He had locked horns with the CIA and came out on top. He could take on a half blind cripple.
Abby's swearing brought Gibbs out of his musings.
"What's wrong, Abbs?" Gibbs asked.
"My computer is dead." Abby answered.
"Dead how?" Gibbs asked.
"I thought I had found something. I went to take a closer look, then my computer crashed. I looks as if it has been completely wiped. No operating system any more, all data gone! It's as if it was completely new, fresh out of the box. I don't understand it who could do something like that. Especially over a network. Wiping a system that thoroughly takes a few hours easily. That was done in minutes!" Abby wailed.
"I'm sorry Abbs." Gibbs said.
"It's not that bad, I have a back up, nothing is lost permanently. I just don't understand how it worked." Abby replied.
Before Gibbs could say anything more, his cellphone rang.
"Gibbs!" He barked into the receiver.
"Good afternoon, Agent Gibbs." Came an annoyingly familiar voice out of the speaker.
"You!" Gibbs growled.
"Yes, me. You are looking for me. Stop it. Your snooping distracts resources that could be better used elsewhere." The man replied.
"Why should I stop?" Gibbs asked.
"Your friend, Agent Fornell, told you that I am one of the good guys." Briggs answered.
"Oh, and how am I supposed to know that that's true?" Gibbs wanted to know.
"That's easy. I wear a white hat." With a click, the line went dead.
With a frustrated shout, Gibbs threw his phone onto the floor. It shattered satisfyingly.