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Yankee White Lies - Chapter 10 - Testing, Testing!

Caitlin and Jethro finally boarded Air Force One. It was once again full of Secret Service agents, crew and the press. The President boarded the plane, saluting at the men on his way up the steps. He walked over to Major Carl Pritchard, "Good to see you again, Major. Always good to see ya." he shook the new football carriers hand and patted his back. He turned to Agent Baer, "Folks, that was a job well done."

"Thank you, Mr President."

"What do you say we head home?"

"Absolutely, sir." Baer replied. He was glad that they were headed back now but couldn't help but feel as if something else was waiting around the corner to attack them. Or someone.

"Alright. I agree." the President replied and walked towards his office, Agents in pursuit.

Before Baer disappeared Caitlin seized her moment to talk to him for the first time since she arrived back, with Jethro. "Sir, I'm surprised that you didn't object to Special Agent Gibbs riding with us?" she was somewhat confused that he didn't yell at her for letting Jethro tag along with her.

"He's here because his gut is still churning, isn't it?" he asked his junior agent.

"You could put it that way."

"Yeah. Well so is mine." and with that he turn on his heel and joined the President in his office.

She nods, more to herself, at his reply. Jethro always has 'gut feelings' about almost everything. He'd said to her a few months ago that he had a 'gut feeling' that they would get pregnant, or rather Kate would, after the next time they tried. And they had. But they weren't exactly trying for a baby at the time. More missing the others touch if anything. But now they were gonna have a baby…all she had to do was tell him. 'But how?' she thought.

Her musings were cut short by the sound of the captain on the P.A system, "Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated and fasten your safety belts as we are preparing for take off."

Kate sighed to herself, shoved her hands into her pockets and went to join her husband. She thought it best for them to sit together so she could keep an eye on him.

In the lab

Abby was in the lab with Ducky, having finished with the body he had decided to pay the goth lab tech a visit, "Ducky, I have tested everything. Mineral acids, organic acids, alkaloids, bacterial poisons…" she explained her frustrations. She was tried and really needed sleep, but the case was important and she didn't like to fail Gibbs.

He nodded and made a suggestive comment, "Abby, nature always proves to be a far more elusive and powerful killer than man." she was perplexed for second but then realised what he was saying. "Yeah, Duckman. You're right!"

He cocked an eyebrow at the nickname but brushed it off, "Now if you will excuse me Abigail, I have a lunch date with mother."

Abby smiled at that and shook her head. 'Good old Duckman. Always there when you need him.'

Back on Air Force One

Now that they were in the air Gibbs was finally able to start snooping about the plane again. Well he would be but he had seen the stern look Caitlin had given him and he didn't feel like crossing the line even more than he already had. She had looked a little forlorn earlier but she seemed to have perked up a bit and was contently stuffing her face. He wasn't one for plan food and neither was she, as far as he knew. Something was up. But what? 'Getting over the flu perhaps? Ducky did say it was a 24 hour bug. Nothing to worry about.' But he did worry, especially over his Katie. He stood up and walked to peer down the aisle. The Major had just been served his lunch. They knew it wasn't the food that killed the Commander…so what the hell was it? He sipped at his coffee in a thoughtful moment.

He turned back to his wife, "You expecting him to drop?"

"I see you're feeling better." he motioned towards her no empty plate. He took another sip of his coffee at least that's what they called it. 'They' meaning the stewards.

"Like Ducky said; twenty-four hour bug. Tim got over it yesterday."

He looked at her, so she wasn't hiding the fact that she'd seen Major Kerry.

'Oh crap!' he knew and she knew that he knew.

"You spoke to Major Kerry?"

"Uh huh."

"Did he know about Commander Trapp?" he sat down next to her now.

"Yeah, his CO told him."

"Were they friends?"

"Sorta, yeah. They met up to chat about the football and stuff. From what he said about him, he sounded like a real good guy. He didn't deserve to die." she looked like she was going to cry but kept herself composed.

"Baby, that wasn't your fault. There was nothing that you could've done." he held her hand in his a gave it a light squeeze.

She smiled at her husband he was so caring and loyal. She was about to open her mouth to speak when Agent Baer walked around the corner. She quickly removed her hand from Jethro's and looked at her boss. He just looked at them then continued to the press cabin.

In the lab…again

Abby sat by her computer. She was testing the commanders blood for any natural toxins that could have been induced into the commander into a stroke, either before or during his time on Air Force One. The computer beeped. A window popped up 'Negative'.

"Ok, so he wasn't poisoned by a Black Puffer." she said aloud to herself. She sighed and started the process again with a different toxin.

Back on Air Force One

Baer walked into the press cabin, "Emmy." he called. And a small woman popped her head up from behind a seat, "Yes?"

"The President is ready to see you." she got her note pad and pen and followed the agent to the president's office.

Jethro watched them with curiosity, "Where are they going?" he pointed in the direction the two left in.

"The President promised ten minutes to each member of the Press on board. Since we kicked them off at Wichita, he's playing catch up."

"Three years before 9/11, Clancy wrote a book where a terrorist hijacked a commercial jetliner and crashed it into the Capital." he recollected.

"I know Jethro, we have a copy of it."

"And in that Harrison Ford movie, terrorists were reporters." he spied the people in the press cabin. Making a mental note of all in it.

She rolled her eyes and stood next to him, "Jethro, everyone on board has been vetted by us for years. Except for you.£

He smirked, the shot back, "In the film, the terrorists got they're credentials from a Secret Service turncoat." he walked off smugly.

She sighed as she watched him walk away. He did that a lot. Walked away, always getting the last word in. Maybe she should put some reigns on him so she could pull him back when he tried to escape conversation.

Leonard, one of the press guys walked up behind Kate, almost making her jump out of her skin, "Loosening up the dress code, Kate?"

"He's not with Secret Service."

"We all gonna get our fifteen minutes?"

"It's ten, Leonard, and the President's doing his best." she ushered him back to his seat. 'Maybe Jethro was right. She surveyed the room, much the same way her husband did. He could be right.

Again…in the lab with Abby

Abby is still in her lab trying to find a match to anything. She sat twirling a pair of scissors around her finger. She tried Poison Arrow Frog. But she still got nothing. She started the process again.

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