Chapter 10

Jared Lucas Gibbs is sitting in Interrogation One waiting for his brother to arrive. While sitting on the chair waiting, he starts whistling the theme song to "Gilligan's Island," and twirls his thumbs. Tony, Ziva and McGee are in the observation room watching.

"What's this guy's deal with Gilligan's Island?" Tony wondered.

"I'm going to snap if he doesn't stop twirling his thumbs!" Ziva stated in a strong voice as she watches Jared Lucas doing what annoys her the most.

Tony and McGee slowly move away from Ziva. Gibbs enters into the interrogation room. Jared Lucas stops whistling as his face lights up at the sight of his brother.

"From the look on your face, I can tell you've been to the old house." Jared said. "How was your visit?"

"You have no idea what happened to mom." Gibbs stated.

Jared Lucas stops to think for a couple seconds.

"Oh yeah… Dad was the one I killed, not mom. My bad… I sometimes get that little piece of info confused." Jared smiles evilly. "I have no idea what happened to mom. But the thought of getting a possible answer got you inside of the house." He paused for a couple seconds as he recalls some childhood events. "Back in those days, divorce was frowned upon. Women would stay with their husbands even if they were unhappy. At one point, mom couldn't handle it anymore. She tried to take you, but dad wouldn't allow it. She said she would go to the police. Mom left and we never saw her again. She didn't actually abandon you if that's a thought that ever crossed your mind. All I know is, dad made a phone-call after mom left the house. Not sure what the phone-call was about. So who really knows what happened to mom…"

"Cut the..."

"Sit down, brother." Jared demanded. "I can tell you're frustrated. I'm guessing the bomb at the Marine base at Quantico was found with no problem. Technically, I never said there wasn't a bomb. You see… I knew you would misread me. With the amount of evidence you have against me, if there was no bomb… Then there would be no need for me to remain here. And it would hurt me dearly to not be able to chat with you. So I placed that bomb in a spot where it would be easily found. The discovery of the bomb forces you to keep me here. And it forces you to speak with me about old times if you ever want to find the real bomb which is in a hidden location. All I'll say right now is… The bomb is either at a Marine or Navy base."

"What the hell do you from me?"

"I don't care about my face being in the paper or being known as the most infamous serial killer to date." Jared stated. "All I want is for you to recognize it. For you to know and realize that you're related to the most infamous serial killer; that you're a piece of history in the making just by having the same blood. I just want you to be proud of my accomplishment."

There's a brief moment of silence. Jared Lucas Gibbs smiles in a sinister manner.

"Sit down, Jethro." Jared demanded. "If not… Then I can always talk about our little sister Kelly." He smiles evilly.

Gibbs finally sits down as the topic of their little sister Kelly's death is the one thing he'd love to avoid being mentioned again.

"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted…" Jared continues his story. "The year was 1967… I was fifteen and you were thirteen. Two weeks after mom's disappearance, Uncle Bobbie took you away because he found out what was going on in the house. You weren't the only one who needed to be saved from dad. I needed to be saved. I was at a fragile point in life. Yeah, I understand I was a major problem due to my anger, aggression and violent tendencies. But I needed to get away from dad as much as you did." He said in a slightly meaner tone of voice due to being angered at the thought. "Uncle Bobbie had no right to not take me! I was left in the house with our abusive father for seven weeks!" He quickly calms down as he controls his emotions. "One night… Seven weeks after you were gone… Dad was in the basement beating me. I snapped. I saw an opportunity and seized it. When police arrived two days later, you should've seen their faces." Jared chuckles slightly as he recalls the expression on their faces. "Dad's intestines were wrapped around the railing of the basement staircase. His organs were hanging from the ceiling like Christmas decorations. Blood was everywhere. Pieces of dad were lying all over the place. And I was just sitting there stained with his blood." He said in a slightly cheerful tone of voice as the method of his father's death pleases him. "After a psychological evaluation, I was immediately admitted to a psychiatric hospital… Mental institution… Insane asylum… Whatever you want to call it… But either way it was still a form of prison." He added. There's a brief pause of silence. "Do you believe that?! They had the audacity to place me a mental institution. Me… Of all people."

"Imagine that… You were a regular poster child for all that's good in the world." Gibbs said in a sarcastic tone of voice.

"No need for sarcasm, brother." Jared acknowledged his bother's tone of voice. "I was admitted to the mental institution in 1967 and was released in 1974. During those seven years, I learned a lot, especially how to control myself and to mislead people's perception of me. Those doctors released a man who was a ticking time bomb. They released me when I never should've been. But I deceived them. Besides… I was getting kind of sick of Gilligan's Island. This answer should satisfy Agent DiNozzo. The show first aired on September 26th, 1964 and ran until September 4th, 1967. Well… When I was admitted in late 1967, it was just after the cancellation of the show. But the station played non-stop reruns. The only TV we were allowed to watch, was Gilligan's Island. Seven fuckin years of Gilligan's Island can really get to a man…"

Inside the observation room, Tony's pondering about the original of Jared's obsession with whistling the Gilligan's Island theme song is finally answered.

"Finally! That takes care of the Gilligan's Island mystery. It was bugging the hell out of me as to why he always whistles that theme song." Tony stated. "You know… Gilligan's Island was…"

Both Ziva and McGee pout and moan as they know what's going to happen; Tony running his mouth about the TV show. Suddenly, Abby and Jamie enter into the room. Abby's holding a laptop in her hands.

"You guys…" Abby tries to get their attention as she enters. "You have to see this."

"Abby! Thank God!" McGee wraps his arms around her to give her a hug because he's extremely happy she came in when she did to save them from the torture of Tony's TV/movie references.

"Umm…" Abby accepts the hug but is confused as to why he's so happy to see her.

"Give her some space, Probie." Tony said. McGee backs away from Abby. Jamie immediately moves toward Tony and places her hand into his. Jamie really doesn't know what to say because she's so concerned about how her father is handling the torment of his psychopathic brother.

"I plugged the location information of every victim into the computer…" Abby begins to say as she places the laptop down for them to see what she discovered. On the laptop is a picture of America with red dots to represent victim locations. "Do you see a pattern?"

"No…" Ziva said.

"I just see a bunch of dots." Tony stated.

"When I do this…" Abby presses the enter key. A couple lines zoom around the screen; connecting the dots. "Do you see it now?"

"Holy shit…" Tony said in shock.

"Oh my God…" McGee is also in shock.

"Woo…" Ziva said in amazement.

"Yup… Jared Lucas wrote their last name, Gibbs, across America." Abby stated. "The murders were completely random. But the locations were strategically chosen."

Back in the interrogation room, Jared is done talking to Gibbs about the psychiatric hospital.

"Anyway…" Jared is done and wants a subject change. "Tell me how your visit to the old house was. Did you relive those nights when dad was extremely drunk and paid a visit to your room? How were those late night visits by the way? Dad never touched me in that way. He only did that to you." He smiles evilly as he can tell Gibbs doesn't want to talk about it. "I bet the psychological trauma of those drunken late night visits did wonders for your love life." He added. "Though… I heard you had one successful marriage with a lady named Shannon. It's a shame what happened to her. But at least your daughter is alive. And now that I mention her, my niece, who you originally named Kelly but she goes by the name Jamie these days… I want to speak with her. I want to speak with my niece Jamie."

"You can mock me and say whatever the fuck you want about me…" Gibbs begins to say as he stands up and slams his hand on the table. "But there's no chance in hell I'm putting my daughter in this room with you!"

"The daughter is a touchy subject, I see." Jared recognized. "Even at her age, you feel the need to protect her as best you can. It's admirable, but futile. You can't protect her from every single little thing on the planet. And you can't protect her forever either." He said. "Are willing to place your daughter, my niece, above the lives of many Marines or Navy personnel, just to keep me from speaking with her? Remember… The clock is ticking."

Jared Lucas Gibbs laughs in a sinister manner as his brother storms out of the room. Jamie meets her father in the hallway.

"I understand what may possibly be at stake here if the bomb threat is real." Jamie stated as she approaches her father. "I'll go in there."

"No…" Gibbs disapproved. "I won't put you in a room with that monster."

"You do realize I'm a Gibbs, right?" Jamie giggled slightly. "I can handle myself well enough to take anything this prick dishes out."

Gibbs looks downward as he feels slightly ashamed about the personal information his brother talked about. He can't even look his daughter in the eyes. Jamie places her arm around her father's arm. She gently kisses him on the cheek. They begin walking down the hallway.

"I love you, Daddy." Jamie said. "There's nothing this guy can say that'll make me stop loving you the way I do." She assured him. "If anything… Because of him… I love you even more." He finally looks up at her, but still doesn't make eye contact as they continue walking. "Come on… Give me a smile. You know you want to. Daddy mouth… Stop listening to Daddy's brain." She's now talking to her father's mouth. They stop in the middle of the hallway and face each other. Jamie places her fingers on her father's cheeks and forces a smile. She lets go. Her father's face goes back to the way it was before. "I know you want to give me a smile, Daddy mouth. So stop listening to the Daddy brain; listen to me now. You want to smile. I know you do. Give me that wonderful smile I love so much."

As Jamie tries to force him to smile again, Gibbs finally breaks and cracks a smile on his own.

"See… That wasn't so hard." Jamie grins as she's glad she got her father to smile.

"You're…" Gibbs begins to say.

"A loving daughter who has a way with people..." She grins. "As much of a grumpy goose as you may be sometimes… It's impossible for you to resist me trying to make you smile because I make you happy."

"Well… I can't argue that."

Jamie places her arm around her father's arm again. The two of them continue walking down the hallway; away from the interrogation room. Before she willingly goes into the interrogation room with Jared Lucas, her estranged uncle, Jamie wants a little time with her father in order to cheer him up.