"Talk to me." Gibbs strode through the near empty bullpen, so early that most teams and agents weren't awake yet. Speaking through a stifled yawn, Tony brought up the details written down by Ducky. The plasma flashed slightly before showing the doctors reports on the items in the victim's blood stream.

"Dr. Mallard found a genetically modified version of Propofol in the Victims blood stream." Tony looked up at Gibbs to judge the reaction. After being unable to locate one, Tony looked at Gibbs whilst speaking. "Propofol is a drug that-"

"Can be used during general anaesthetic." Gibbs filled in. Tony blinked at Gibbs before continuing.

"Riiight…" He drawled out holding a shocked expression but quickly continued when Gibbs shot him a glare.

"Who are they available to?"

"Any medically trained doctor in the vicinity, Jethro." Ducky rushed, slightly out of breath from running to the bull pen. "I checked at the same hospital. They have been missing some vital elements to the general anaesthetic of their patients."

Gibbs heard Ducky out before turning and jogging to the elevator. Tony grabbed his shoulder holster and rucksack before catching the lift in time just as the metal doors slid shut.

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Speeding down the highway to Baltimore once again, Gibbs relayed the information to Tony about Dr. Jordan Matheus. DiNozzo recorded the conversation is his mind as he held on for dear life swerving around the corners of Baltimore. They rushed through the door and up the huge stares ignoring the man in the cleaning outfit giving them a questioning look. As Gibbs suspected Matheus was getting ready to leave as they approached the door. Upon seeing Gibbs, Jordan spun and sprinted off down the opposite end of the corridor. DiNozzo saw the signs of a run away before the man had time to think and sprinted off after him. Gibbs twisted and jogged to the meeting area of the maze of corridors in all directions.

Swearing under his breath Tony kept the man in his sights. He saw Matheus was verging on a panic attack and he screamed dramatically every time he had a glimpse of Tony over his shoulder. Too many movies… Tony thought as he slowly caught up to the manager.

"BALTIMORE P.D… HALT!" Tony screamed at the man trying to outrun him. He lunged and grabbed hold on his legs as he tumbled down on to the floor. Quickly straddling him, Tony brought the man's arms to the small of the sweat driven back and cuffed them tightly. He stopped to get his breath as Gibbs' figure appeared around the corner.

"Nice jog, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked him dryly as together they pulled Jordan Matheus up by his arms.

DiNozzo genuinely laughed softly as they carried the still struggling man back to their car.

"I'm going to say it again Gibbs, I don't care if you slap the back of my head again. Why did we have to get up so early?"

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As much as Tony was ashamed to admit it, he couldn't wait to see Gibbs in interrogation. He had seen some pretty amazing people at defining the art of the waiting game but Gibbs seemed to be the master. They had left the poor man in the solid grey room for over an hour and the man looked like he would off himself if he could. Watching Matheus though the slim panel of glass, Tony noticed how much the man was sweating and rubbing his hands. It was almost as if there was a bit of stubborn dirt that he was constantly trying to scrub away.

The steel door slammed open as Gibbs stormed in and pulled up the chair. He stared at the scared to death man before slamming the mud brown file onto the desk, causing Jordan Matheus to almost fall of his chair. Another squeal emerged from the man's mouth as the file was opened. The special agent interlaced his fingers on the table before speaking. Gibbs pushed forward the pictures of the dead petty officers across the table to sit in front of Matheus.

"Do you… know those men?" Gibbs asked patiently surprising Tony.

"I-I-I don't know them." The petrified man stared at the vile pictures sat in front of him as if they would eat him. Gibbs slammed his hand on the metal table causing the man to jump once again.

"Your hospital is missing supplies." Gibbs threw forward whilst pointing at the man's face. "They happen to be the supplies that were used in the murder of Petty Officer Bridges. Petty officer Davids. Petty Officer Corydon and Petty officer Nelsen." Gibbs showed each photo in front of the terrified eyes one at a time.

"Now tell me Mr. Matheus. Did you kill these Petty Officers?"

"No! Of course I didn't, don't be silly." His eyes jumped to every one of the photos still placed in front of him. He threw his arm over his forehead to remove the sweat before returning to ringing out his hands.

"So, they just died on their own then?" Gibbs asked growing ever more impatient.

"No…" Jordan slipped out before trying to recover his mistake. "I mean, I don't know. How would I know?"

Behind the panel of glass, Tony smiled. All the signs of a man who was dishonest were shining through like the sun on a clear day and Tony had picked up on every single one of them. Nervousness, spilling too fast were the main signs and he noticed Gibbs adjust himself ever so slightly as they happened. However, it was also clear that this man was in no mental state to have been able to kill all these men. He knew something but Tony seriously doubted his free would have let him become a murderer. Gibbs' voice scrambled away future thoughts.

"If you know who did it, I would seriously advise letting NCIS know before they find out for themselves." Gibbs finished as he stood up and gave a last warning glare to the immobile man. Just as Jethro was leaving, the little voice from the insecure man broke through,

"Do I get a deal?"

Gibbs turned back to him and Tony winced. As soon as the witness/suspected asked for a deal, it was as good as a confession that they knew something. Taking a different route Gibbs turned up the charm a little… only a little.

"Maybe. It depends how much you are willing to give us."

"I can give you a name." The voice almost sounded… hopeful.

The special agent grinned sarcastically before returning a "No, thanks."

"Fine, fine! I can give you the gang names. Please, I didn't kill those men but I know who did." Gibbs shut the door and moved to look at the panel separating the detective and himself. His face remained impassive. Just when Tony thought he saw a glimmer of something in the blue pools, the eyebrows lifted and a smirk claimed it's place on the face. Tony shook his head…

"Smug Bastard…".

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