Gibbs walked into the forensics lab to see Abby hard at work as ever, her music could be heard a mile away … probably if they had not being underground. Gibbs walked in with Abby unaware he was there. He found her music player and turned it off.

She shouted, a little louder than needed "Max, don't turn my music off. It helps me work. I thought you liked it!" After a few moments of quiet and Abby finally realised the music had not returned she turned around to see Gibbs stood right in front of her. "I can explain. Max is the forensic scientist that works with me and we have been sharing music all morning while we had no forensic data to analyse and he says he really likes it and our music is connected to his lab across the hall and… and!" She saw Gibb's uninterested face and stopped talking. "Never mind!"

"What you got Ab's?"

"The poison injected into the victims was Bioxalaine Tarbebutamol. It is a very rare poison, and can only be made by sophisticated labs. I have sent a list to your phone and you should be able to narrow down the list from the 76 ones on there." After another blank Gibbs stare, she printed it out on paper and handed it to him. Gibb's liked it the old fashioned way, paper and pen.

"Anything else?"

"Well without any DNA or finger prints I can't do much more Gibb's!"

"Okay here are some things for you to do. Drink this" He hands her a can of energy drink.

"What about my caff pow? Where's my caff pow? I can't live without my caff pow!"

"You'll have to live Ab's. They don't sell it in England and this is the next best thing." Drink this. Look at all of the sailor's credit cards and see where they were last night."

"Okay" said a now slightly calmer Ab's after finding out they don't have caff pow's in England. "Anything else Gibb's?"

"Yeah get some sleep." Gibbs said as he affectionately kissed her on her forehead and walked out and turning back on Abby's music.

She got back to her new work and he headed deeper into this mysterious building in search of Autopsy and Ducky.

After a few minutes searching he found Autopsy and found Ducky and Palmer surrounded by dead sailors in their full suits on their metal tables.

"What you got for me Duk?"

"Well as expected the cause of death from our 8 American sailor's was poison by injection to the back of the neck. The needle was in the exact same position for all of the bodies. Do you know this reminds me of an old case I worked on as a Coroner's assistant. 3 bodies where bought in a day between them and they all had a fatal break to their cervical bone…"

"Ducky?"

"Oh yes. Right the case. If you haven't figured it out already I think this was a professional job. And now, to go deeper into the quizzical. The time of death for the first body was between 9 and 10, the second two between 10 and 11. Another 2 between 12 and 1 and another 1 between 3 and 4 this morning. I think if you liaise with MI7 they may help clear the fog on this mystery."

"Thanks Duk. Go get some rest. Need you on top form tomorrow. You too Palmer."

And with that Gibb's left the room leaving a tired Ducky and a now happier Palmer to collect their belongings and to head to their hotel for their stay in England, with little idea that their co-workers from NCIS where still working back at MI7 headquarters on leads.