For Aly and Ellie, feel better my poppets!

"You gave us all a scare there for a minute, my Dear." Ducky said as he bandaged up Ziva's arm. It had only been a scratch but Tony had panicked at the thought of his partner taking a bullet. Ziva let out a gentle laugh and patted Ducky's cheek.

"Maybe, but you fixed me, Ducky." She said as she hopped off the counter in Autopsy. Ziva smiled again at him, she admired the old ME, more than she would say. Yes he rambled on about irrelevant bits of information, but sometimes if you listened carefully, he had some very interesting insights; he wasn't the rambling old fool that a few people thought he was.

"Zee-vah! How is the poor injured soldier?" Tony asked as he breezed through Autopsy doors. She rolled her eyes at Ducky who hid a smile.

"I'm fine Tony, I have walked away from trouble with more than this before." She gestured to the bandage. Tony clapped her on the back and she resisted the urge to hit him.

"Gibbs has Spencer in Interrogation, want to come and watch him break the bastard?" He asked, his eyes lighting up at the thought. Ziva grinned at him.

"Of course."

Spencer Richards sat in Interrogation, wondering how long it would be before someone came in to talk to him. He was also wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this one. He had been bloody careful so if they had caught up to him, they must have concrete proof that he was there that night. He looked around as the door opened and a very angry looking man walked in.

"Can I smoke here?" Spencer asked. Gibbs looked at him with distain. "Guess that answers my question…what am I doing here pops?" He asked. Gibbs threw a folder down in front of him and walked behind him. Spencer pulled the folder towards him, and opened it. There was a picture of Jen's car, mangled and burnt beyond recognition. He resisted the urge to smile at his handiwork when a hand grabbed his and twisted it behind his back, and a hard chest pushed him face down onto the table.

"You hurt someone very important to us...to me…don't think you're going to get away with it." Gibbs hissed in his ear and let him up. Spencer rubbed his hand and twisted round to look at Gibbs.

"Don't know what you're talking about." He said. Gibbs fisted his hands by his sides, tempted to punch the self satisfied smile of the wimps face. Instead, he sat down in front of him and pulled the folder towards him. He pulled out a photo of the crash site.

"What were you doing here Spencer?" He asked. Spencer shrugged.

"You can't prove I was." He said, earning himself a laugh from Gibbs.

"Actually, you would be wrong there. We can prove you were there and we can prove that you caused that crash. You weren't successful by the way…she's still alive." He picked up the folder and walked out, leaving Spencer alone once again.

"You get anything from his cell phone Abby." Gibbs asked as he walked into her lab. Abby spun in her chair and launched herself at him. He caught her just before they both toppled backwards and steadied himself against the counter.

"Gibbs! How is she?" She asked, puling away and staring up at him with large worried eyes. He smiled down at her.

"She's fine Abs, or at least, she will be…the cell phone?" He asked. Abby seemed to visibly shake off her worry and turned towards her computers, bringing up the cell phone details.

"I haven't been able to trace it…but…all the incoming calls came from the same cell. Who ever it belongs to is sneaky, but don't worry, I will get a name, or at very least a location. Look at this though…two nights ago, 3 hours before the Director called you, he got this text message." She typed at the keyboard and pulled up the text message.

"Washington National Pike, 2 miles East of Germanstown." Gibbs read aloud.

"That was where she crashed right?" Abby asked, looking at Gibbs. His eyes had harrowed and gone an even more icy blue. He nodded once before he swept out of the lab. Abby sighed, worried that Gibbs was talking things too personally, but knowing that he wouldn't take things any other way, especially when the Director was concerned.

"Who is he, Spencer?" Gibbs asked as he barged into Interrogation. Spencer looked up at him, feigning innocence.

"Who is who?" He asked. Gibbs pulled him from his seat and slammed him against the wall, sparing a second to thank Tony for turning off the cameras in Observation and kicking out the techs.

"You're not fooling anyone Spencer," Gibbs spat at him, narrowing his eyes, "We all know you aren't clever enough to have put this together, now tell me who it is and I won't kill you." Spencer seemed to contemplate for a minute before the resolve settled back into his eyes.

"I don't know who it is." He said, his voice strangled as Gibbs tightened his grip on the front of his shirt. "Seriously pops, I don't know his name." Gibbs let him go and sat down, indicating that Spencer should sit also. Spencer eyed him before sitting down again. Gibbs looked at him.

"Tell me what you do know."

V!

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