Opening the refrigerator, Ducky frowned in dismay as he removed the pizza box of containing a single slice of what he assumed was once a sausage pizza before removing a carton of milk. Opening the carton, Ducky took a large, suspicious sniff before quickly holding it out at arm's length when the smell of curdled milk assaulted his nose. "Oh my Lord!" he muttered as he placed it on the counter before reaching back into the refrigerator and picking up what he could only hope was some type of blue cheese. Placing it on the counter for McGee to bag and tag. Ducky shook his head, "I have no idea how Anthony has not given himself food poisoning. I doubt he has bought any fresh food for months but I do know he has not cleaned out his refrigerator since the last time he went food shopping."

Looking over his shoulder, Tim grinned as he watched Ducky reach back into the refrigerator before he turned and pulled out the last canister in the pantry, only half listening as Ducky began to tell a story about a particular nasty case of food poisoning he had once treated in while he served in Afghanistan. Tim smiled as he read Abby's familiar handwriting on the label - Herbal Tea. She had insisted on buying the herbal tea for Tony after Tony had reluctantly admitted to her that he had been plague by nightmares after he had been released from the hospital. She had insisted that the tea would help him sleep and would not interact with the painkillers and antibiotics Tony was taking. Lifting the lid off the canister, Tim took a small sniff before holding the canister at arm's length away from him as he quickly closed the lid. If the smell was anything to go by, he doubted that Tony would have even tried the tea.

"Well Timothy, if you have finished bagging everything in the pantry, I will get you to bag the…food… I collected from Tony's fridge," Ducky ordered softly as he closed the fridge door before walking to the sink and washing his hands as he continued, "and we will take them and all the other things we have collected back to Abby for testing."

"Do you think we will find anything?" Tim asked as he bagged the canister of tea, carefully labeling it, before he hurried across to the bench and began to bag and tag the food Ducky had placed there.

"I hope so, Timothy." Ducky answered as he turned back towards the young probationary agent, "I hope so."

NCIS NCIS NCIS

Sitting at the table, the guard jumped as the interrogation door opened and Gibbs entered the room. He watched warily as Tony took up a position against the wall behind him before he turned and watched Gibbs walk across to the table and drop a manila folder onto it before sitting down on a chair on the other side of the table and stared at him without saying a word. The guard shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing down at the closed file which had his name printed on it before he looked up at Gibbs and asked, "Agent Gibbs, what's going on? I know I screwed up today but I have already told you everything I know."

"No, you didn't tell me everything but everything but this time you are." Gibbs ordered quietly as he opened the file and silently removed several photos, spreading the photos one by one on the table in front of the guard.

Glancing down at the photos, the guard swallowed hard, the photos were all of him manning the security doors. Startled by the photos, he looked up at Gibbs "I…I don't understand."

"Oh, but I am sure that you do understand." Gibbs answered softly as he nodded at the photos on the table, "And you are going to explain to me what you were doing in each of these still shots that we took from security tapes on four different days."

"I…I don't know what you mean, Agent Gibbs."

"Look at the photos!" Gibbs demanded.

The security guard frowned in confusion and glanced questioningly at Tony before returning his attention back to the angry NCIS lead agent sitting in the chair across the table from him. "I was just doing my job."

Slamming the desk hard, Gibbs ordered, "I said look at the photos!" Swallowing nervously the guard looked back down at the photos as Gibbs pushed each photo slowly but purposely towards the guard as he spoke. 'Each photo was taken on different days, days we are now aware that there had been a security breach and an unauthorized and convicted escaped felon had been allowed to enter the building and take photos of one of my agents. An agent he was convicted of kidnapping and attempting to murder and who he is now stalking. The same man you allowed to bribe you today, and who you are caught on security video of allowing to enter the building without carrying out the correct security checks, not once or twice but on at least four different occasions."

The guard stared at each photo Gibbs pushed closer before he stuttered, "But… but they aren't the same man."

"Look at the faces, Damn it, he was wearing a disguise, something that you would have realized if you were doing your job properly."

"I…I didn't notice…"

"So you didn't notice that on at least two of the occasions that we are aware of, you allowed him to enter the building and you didn't check his ID." Gibbs yelled angrily, slamming his hands on the table before he leaned over the table, his face was close to the security guard's face as he asked softly, a dangerous edge to his voice, "Do you want to tell me why?"

Licking his lips nervously, the guard looked down at the photos before he looked anxiously back up at Gibbs as Gibbs leaned back and stared at him expectantly, aware that lying would not get him out of trouble this time. He sighed, "I must have been stoned."

"Stoned?"

The guard nodded his head as he confessed, "Yeah. I…I have been sneaking off for a quick joint during my breaks. This job gets so boring some days, seeing the same people, doing the same repetitive routine," He shifted nervously on his chair, unable to maintain eye contact with the angry NCIS lead agent as he shrugged and added softly, "I … I … just needed something to help me get through my shift."

"You needed something to help you get through your shift?" Gibbs growled.

Swallowing hard and moving his chair back slightly in fear, the guard bit his bottom lip as he glanced towards the door, trying to calculate in his head if he could reach the safety of the door if he needed to before he turned back to Gibbs and muttered nervously, "It's not like terrorists are going to walk through the front doors…I mean if a terrorist was going to …"

He jumped in fear as Gibbs suddenly rose to his feet and leaned menacingly across the desk, his face only inches away.

"No, it wasn't a terrorist who walked through the front door and who you allowed to enter a secure federal building, it was an escaped murderer who has already kidnapped, tortured and attempted to murder a member of my team, and who is now stalking my agent. And why did that murderer get so close to my agent? Because you needed to get stoned to get you through your shift." Gibbs said softly.

"I… didn't mean… "

"You didn't mean what?" Gibbs shouted, "You didn't mean to get caught getting stoned while on duty?"

Yes…no…I mean…" the guard stammered as he looked pleadingly at Gibbs for some sort of understanding. Only seeing anger in the lead agent's face, he swallowed hard and dropped his head down as he whispered, "Oh God, I'm sorry, I messed up bad…"

"You think?" Gibbs glared at him in disgust before he looked across at Tony and ordered, "Get him out of here."