Michael Fallaise sat on the bed, with his back against the wall. He was onto his second beer as he watched Marquis Sproule pace the floor, "This has to go off with precision. I don't want any mistakes," he warned his companion.
"I told you earlier that it would have been better with the three of us," Fallaise said before he finished the beer and crushed the can. "I want Gibbs as dead as you do," he sneered, tossing the crumpled empty can into the waste basket near the door.
Sproule turned on his heels and glared at his friend, "It will be simple. We take something of Gibbs that he cares about. We lure him out to the farm and wait for Gibbs to show up," Sproule laughed.
"You do know he won't be alone," Fallaise stated.
"Good. Then all of his team will die," Sproule growled. "Gibbs will be the last one down. I want him to suffer, and suffer hard," he added.
"Who will be the bait?" Fallaise asked as he cracked open another beer.
"Doctor Donald Mallard. His testimony was as damning as Gibbs'. And he and Gibbs are very close friends," Sproule smiled wickedly.
"He's old. He should make an easy target," Fallaise snorted. "When do we take him?" he then asked.
"Later today," Sproule stated. "But first I want Gibbs to sweat a little. We'll launch a small attack on NCIS Headquarters first to throw them off," he stated.
"What kind of an attack?" Fallaise seemed interested.
"A gas attack," Sproule smiled as he opened one of the pieces of luggage on his bed. In side was a detonator, "This will be enough of a diversion for us to grab Mallard," he said as he placed a schematic of the building next to the detonator. "I want you to study this so you know it backwards," he said poking the drawing. "Mallard's lab is downstairs," he said looking over his shoulder to Fallaise. "That's where we will strike," he said.
"How do you know Mallard will in that area?" Fallaise asked.
"Oh, he'll be there," Sproule sneered. "But the timing will have to be just right. We'll take him after he's learned that a marine will be on one of his tables," Sproule laughed. "His mind will also be occupied with the other chaos that will be going on," he stated. "The only right thing Richards did was to kill that marine," Sproule added.
"Another drive by drop off?" Fallaise asked.
"Something like that," Sproule nodded.
"It sounds risky but doable," Fallaise said grabbing the floor plans to examine them. "I can't wait to get started," he said looking over to Sproule who was now back at the window, staring out.
"It will be glorious," Sproule said to no one in particular.
Abby finished with the soil sample and stood up from her diagnostic equipment satisfied, "What we have here, Gibbs, is plain old fashioned farm soil with traces of manure, and chemicals found on farms from the 1950s," she stated as she pointed at her monitor.
"Nothing fancy," Gibb grunted.
"Nope," Abby admitted.
Gibbs' phone rang, "Gibbs," he said speaking into it. He listen intently as he got word that a marine had been reported missing. "We'll be right there," he said snapping the phone shut and hastily leaving the lab. Abby shrugged as she assumed that whatever the call was about was much more interesting than her lecture of early farming.
Gibbs stopped at his desk, long enough to grab his kit from underneath, "Grab your gear," he ordered his team, "we have a missing marine," he said as he quickly walked to the elevator. McGee, DiNozzo and David were quick to follow their boss. Tony looked over to Gibbs, "Where?" he asked.
"He was last seen yesterday at the mess," Gibbs said somewhat unimpressed that it took so long to notice young man was missing. "They say he's a loner, so it could be he's just not making himself visible," he added.
"There must be cause for concern if they called us," Ziva stated.
"That's why we're going," Gibbs said softly, staring forward.
The elevator opened and the investigation stepped out, quickly getting to their cars and following Gibbs' direction across the naval base. They quickly arrived at the mess hall and began searching for evidence of the missing marine – unfortunately there wasn't much to go on, other than a few verbal statements that he had met someone the night before, and descriptions were sketchy. Gibbs asked the young man's commanding officer for permission to search his personal belongings which was granted. "DiNozzo, you and McGee are on that detail. Ziva, you are with me," Gibbs barked as the team split up. Tony rolled his eyes, "Come on McGeek," he said purposely bumping McGee in the shoulder as he walked past. McGee shook his head and with a deep breath followed DiNozzo to the barracks.
Gibbs stopped in his tracks as his phone rang and he listened to the report, "Where?" he asked sternly.
"We found him in the river," the voice replied.
Ziva looked at Gibbs with a question on her face.
"They've found Petty Officer Jordan," Gibbs looked at David.
"Where?" Ziva asked.
"In the river," Gibbs said as he quickly dialled DiNozzo and McGee and informed them to meet at the location given. That was just the moment that the gas bomb went off at NCIS Headquarters and the alarm sounded. Gibbs' face washed with fear and anger as he called through to Director Vance trying to get information what was happening.
Controlled chaos ensued as the building began to evacuate and emergency responders in has-mat suits entered the building in search of the breach.
Ducky quickly walked to the back exit where several other agents had gathered – some were coughing, which was a concern to the doctor. Mallard began to walk to the ailing agents when no one was prepared for what happened next as Sproule and Fallaise roared into the lot with guns firing, the agents took cover and fired back, but not in time to stop the abduction of Doctor Mallard.
Abby was just out the door when they saw the masked men force Ducky into the car and speed off, "Ducky!" she yelled! "Stop them!" she ordered as she pointed at the car as it disappeared hoping that an agent would shoot out the wheels.
Mallard glared at his hooded captors, "You won't get away with this," he snarled as he looked around the car searching for a way out of his current situation.
"Shut up, Doctor Mallard," Fallaise sneered causing Ducky's eyebrows to knit together in anger. "Sproule," he growled through his clenched teeth.
Abby's eyes filled with tears and her hand shook as she called Gibbs, "Oh, Gibbs! Someone took Ducky!" she said as her voice wavered.
Gibbs froze. Tony looked at his boss, "Boss?"
"They've got Ducky," he said and rushed to his car to get back to the headquarters, "McGee, come with me," he shouted, "Tony and Ziva bag and tag the river site and get back to HQ asap," Gibbs said as he piled into the car with Tim at his side; quickly driving off. DiNozzo and David hurried to their car and to the river where the body of the marine was found.