"By faith Enoch was taken up so that he should not see death; and he was not found, because God had taken him. Now before he was taken he was attested as having pleased God." Ducky read the verse in Dan Brown's journal. He was aware of the Book of Enoch, it was part of the Dead Sea Scrolls, it talked of Fallen Angels who had come to Earth and how they had polluted it with their offspring, the giants.
"Gibbs walked into autopsy bay to find Ducky reading the journal found at Brown's home. It had been one of may thing that had been collected as evidence. It seemed that Brown had thought of himself as a prophet.
"Dan Brown followed Enoch, a man described by him as one of the witnesses of the end times." Ducky spoke out loud as Gibbs made his way over to the doctor.
"So he thinks he is doing the work of God by killing the sinners?" he asked as he took a seat, his eyes tired from the many hours they had been up, cat naps didn't get it when one was on a big case and one of your own was missing. He admittedly was exhausted but he couldn't rest, wouldn't rest, until Tony had been found.
"Dan Brown felt he was destined to be something greater than he was." Ducky laid the journal down and looked at his friend. "He knows there will be two witnesses at the end of time, they would be capable of doing great things, have great powers."
"Revelation?" Gibbs asked.
"Yes Jethro, Revelation." Ducky replied as he took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "I think that Brown gives us a glimpse into the mind of the killer, a man he refers to as Enoch."
"Enoch was the great grandfather of Noah. Noah built a huge boat to avoid the great flood that would destroy those who didn't believe, but some think it was the flood to destroy the fallen angels, or their offspring, the giants." Ducky continued.
"What's this have to do with Tony?" he asked, seeing that Ducky was going somewhere with this information, but not knowing exactly where.
"Brown writes in his journal that he feels as if he knows who Enoch is, the man that God took to be with him. Enoch didn't have to suffer death. Brown thinks the man who has Tony is Enoch but it gets more complicated." Ducky stood and started to pace, his glasses in his hands.
"More complicated that it already is?" Gibbs asked, paying close attention to his friend.
"From what I have read so far Brown thought Tony might be Elijah, the only other person named in the Bible that never suffered death. He rode to Heaven on a chariot of fire." he paused a second then proceeded, "Brown thought Tony might be the second witness because he had survived the plague."
"Tony?" Gibbs questioned, a serious look etched on his face.
"I'm afraid so, but this is where our killer goes awry with his thinking. Our killer thinks it is his job to separate good and evil, therefore, he brands them with the mark of the Beast, the Antichrist's number, 666." Ducky continued, wanting to understand the killer's mindset, his actions.
"So he won't kill Tony." Gibbs asked, feeling they had just bought some time.
"Not until he presents the last victim, his seventh victim, it would represent completeness. In the Bible there are many sevens, seven is a sign of being complete. Now when he feels that he is done separating good and evil there will be the time for the two witnesses to die, though that is not how the Bible details it, it is how Brown wrote it in his journal." Ducky finished, the concern for Tony escalating with each chapter he read of the journal. Tony was in trouble..
"So we are running out of time. Six more victims and then they will die together, in the streets, in front of the whole world? " Gibbs was familiar with the Bible, a bit rusty but he knew the details of one of the most cryptic scenes of the Bible, the last days on Earth.
"There is ZNN, and other cable channels Gibbs, it's not that far fetched," Ducky countered.
"Tell me about it Duck. Keep reading that book and tell me anything that would help, I'm going to find Vance." he left the room. The doors zipped to and Ducky sat down to continue reading Brown's journal.
Gibbs was thinking. He felt that Tony had shot Brown but in self defense, they went there to take him, possibly Tony figured it out. However it happened, Brown was a bad man with a plan to kidnap a federal agent. He had to talk to Vance.
The elevator opened and there was the man whom he was hunting, the man now starring him in the face.
"Was looking for you." Gibbs stated as he stepped off the elevator.
"Funny, I was looking for you too." Vance raised a toothpick to his mouth, and smiled. "I hear you found the killer's slaughterhouse."
"Funny, I thought you might have been excited that DiNozzzo might have there." he returned, a look of anger, disgust on his face.
"I may not like DiNozzo but I would never wish him dead, he proved his self with Eli David, I gained a new respect for our agent." he turned to walk back to his office.
"Right, and I have prime real estate for sale in the Sahara Dessert."Gibbs followed, he felt that he needed to play nice so that he could get permission to increase the search perimeter.
He opened the door to his office, his secretary was missing at the moment, with Gibbs walking behind him, closing it after they entered, he didn't say a word, no retort.
Vance walked over to his desk and took a seat, he almost looked pensive but Gibbs knew better. The man had it in for his agent, he had been witness to it too many times.
"I won't attempt to make you believe I care about what happens to one of our agents I do, and I am willing to give you what you need to get the job done, whatever it takes to find him. I just need to know one thing." he leaned into his desk and removed the toothpick, "Did DiNozzo kill Brown?"
"He could've, but it looks like Brown was part of the killer's lure. His job was to get Tony and I believe DiNozzo figured it out, but it was too late. It looks like self defense." He answered, giving the man a don't mess with me or my agent stare.
"Sounds reasonable to me, tell me what you need and get Fornell involved more than what he is right now. We need to find our agent." he stood and grabbed the phone, making calls that would increase man power to find Tony.
Gibbs' phone rang and he answered it quickly, "Yes McGee."
"We have another body boss." the voice was clear, the message clear, they had their second victim.
Unknown Area
"Weak as water." he said it out loud, that is how he felt. He attempted to move off the cot but his muscles hurt, his head hurt and sometime during the time he had been asleep he had developed a cough, a deep wrenching cough. Maybe even a fever, he felt as though he had been slapped by Gibbs, then slapped again.
He attempted to turn to his side, "Too drugged." he again spoke it to himself. He felt goofy, loopy, maybe even a little bit high.
The room was dim again and he didn't know if it was his imagination but he felt he was moving. Was his captivity on wheels? He laughed at the thought of a moving dungeon but he had seen worse in his lifetime.
His eyes attempted to focus on anything in the room but they were too blurry, so he just lay there, feeling drugged and sick. "What a combination."
He just closed his eyes and slept, that's all he felt like doing.
Have to work tomorrow but will attempt to get a chapter or two out by the weekend...those fourteen hour shifts do me in.
