Chapter 9
(Derek's Pov.)
Got to get her out, got to get her out, got to get her out! Chloe! She was trapped in the runes of the old Edison group building, and I had no way of getting her out. It had collapsed, and it wouldn't be safe for me of her to try and dig her out. I pulled out my phone.
"Gibbs," the man answered.
"Good," I said. "You picked up."
"Derek? Where are you and Chloe? I can't find you guys."
"The old Edison group building. Chloe wanted to check it out."
"What happened?"
"She was checking out the insides…"
"By herself?"
"She left before I could stop her. Anyway, then as she was coming out, the building collapsed."
"What!" there was anger, sadness, and worry in his voice. I never heard much emotion in his voice, but now it was filled with them.
"I think something made it happen. The building looked sturdy enough, and Chloe had a strange look on her face as she climbed out."
"I'll be there soon. Try and get Chloe out."
(Chloe's Pov.)
I was so bored. At first I was scared, but now I was super bored. There was nothing down here. Was I just imagining seeing Dr. Davidoff? I sighed. Some piping had broken, spilling out the water that was left in them, and leaving me to sit in a foot of water, shivering. It was cold down here, and the water wasn't helping.
"Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall," I sang. "Ninety nine bottles of beer."
"Take one down, pass it around, ninety nine bottles of beer," a different voice sang.
I looked around, knowing that voice.
"Mr. Davidoff? I know that was you."
All of a sudden, the old man appeared.
"You called Miss Sanders," he said.
I glared at him. "Did you create that little avalanche that trapped me in here?"
"Why yes I did Chloe!" he said gleefully. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you like you killed me. I'll leave that to them."
In my last year of detective work, I learned many ways to interrogate people. There is the Tony way- consisting of jokes and Dinosso-ness. There is the Ziva way- scary, Israeli spy strategies. And the Gibbs way- no words can describe this. My way- scaring my victims with Liz poking them or writing them messages- well… it didn't really work with other ghosts.
So I had to wing it.
"Who's them?" I asked.
"I think you know." His voice hadn't changed. He had always had this calm voice and it hadn't changed with his sudden death (caused by yours truly *insert evil smirk here*).
"Was it the thing that attacked me in autopsy?"
"Don't know," he mumbled, sliding his hand across the wall, feeling it, but not really. "You see when you shot me- or had Victoria's mother shoot me, I was stuck in this place forever. I can't leave, and I can't do anything. I'm trapped."
"I see. But I know ghosts can talk with one another."
He gave me a questioning look. "How do you know that?"
"Liz once saved me from a poltergeist ghost. They could see each other. Now, I'm asking you… is them the thing that attacked me in autopsy?"
"Yes," he answered. I was surprised how easy it was to get the answer out of him.
"What do they want?"
"I think you already know that answer to that question."
"Clarify it for me."
He smirked at me. It wasn't a good smirk. More like an I'm-going-to-kill-you-at-any-second kink of smirk. Which he was entirely capable of doing. Then why isn't he?
"It all started with a experiment."
"Shocker!" I exploded, and he glared, but continued.
"We took some of the blood of a necromancer, and transferred it into a normal human we had taken off the streets. We brought them to a cemetery where spirits were bound to be. And to our surprise, they could actually see ghosts. It was so easy. So uncomplicated that we had to test it again. Same results. We had tested it on ten subjects, and they all saw what you see. Of course we couldn't make them raise the dead and stuff, but we got our main goal accomplished, and that's all that really matters. They all were released, not knowing. We were about to do checkup tests on them, but then you destroyed the building, and well… killed me so."
"That thing… in autopsy… what was it?"
His smile became wistful, almost dreamy. "Another success," he whispered. "Another success."
I was about to ask him more about it, but the ceiling above me (or what's left of it) moved, and to giant arms came shooting down like the hands of god, and pulled me back up to the surface.
I was too shocked to do anything a first, but when I was met with Derek's green eyes, I relaxed.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "I was talking to—"
"You're soaked," he interrupted me. How rude!
"One of the pipes down there broke… Derek—"
"Gibbs is on his way. We'll get to back, dry you up, and…"
"Derek!" he stopped talking. "Dr. Davidoff is down there."
He gave me a shocked look and said, "But he's dead," and I just gave him a look.
"I know Derek. I saw his ghost."
When his "oh" moment was over, I saw Gibb's car pull up, and him jumping out, and running to us.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Fine Gibbs."
"You shouldn't have come here. I didn't give you permission."
"I was following my gut."
For a moment he just smiled, like a proud father, then he gathered me up in his arms, and carried me to the car. The whole way back I told the two guys about my encounter with the dead Doctor. When we got back on base, Abby ran over, and hugged me, followed by the team and Simon and Tori. Ducky insisted I have checkup, so that's how I ended up in autopsy again.
"Just a cold, and a bruise on your pinky," he said. "Nothing a day of hot coco, PJ's, and TV won't cure."
Sure enough, Gibbs ordered me to stay home with Derek, Simon, and Tori. I was under bedroom arrest, seeing how I was in trouble for not waiting for Gibb's Yes or no. I was in my fuzzy pj's, watching Ghost hunters with a cup of worm hot chocolate.
I giggled, and Derek came in. he closed to door behind him, and looked to the TV. "What are you watching?"
"Ghost hunters. Because I'm a necro, I can see the ghosts, and this one is sticking its tongue out at the camera, and doing some weird dance."
Derek chuckled and sat on the bed with me. My screen writing note book was on my lap, and the werewolf snatched it, and started to read it.
"Hey!" I shouted. "That's mine!"
"What you writing?" he flipped through the pages, looking at each little box and writing under it.
"Stuff." I made one last attempt at grabbing it, but he was too quick. He laughed at me, and Simon and Tori came in.
"What's going on?" Simon asked.
"Derek's being a jerk," I said, folding my arms.
"When isn't he," Tori asked.
I laughed, and next thing you know we're all making jokes, and reminiscing.
