As soon as the police left, Gibbs and McGee took Roy Mustang into an interrogation room. Time to find some answers, for both involved.
Mustang was no longer handcuffed and was sitting in an interrogation room, similar to the previous one. He noticed the mirror directly in front of him and looked over his reflection. Mustang could barely recognize himself. Maybe it was because he was older, or it was because he just got his sight back. Had he really changed so much in so little time?
McGee sat across from the survivor, but the man in front of him was looking past him into the mirror. It's not like the man was injured, anywhere, so why was he obsessed with his reflection? McGee danced with the idea that this man was not mentally all together, but the idea was fleeting and there was no evidence to suggest so, because staring at your reflection wasn't exactly a specific indicator of mental illness. McGee saw a raven haired, dark eyed, man who was confused. It was possible he was apart of this strange cult they were dealing with, but it seemed unlikely. Even though McGee had just barely interacted with this man, he had a military feel to him. It was the professional and guarded way he carried himself, but it was also the walk and gait of a man with power and authority. McGee was sure that Gibbs noticed these characteristics. Gibbs' gut had told him before that he wasn't dangerous, but now after analyzing the witness the feeling had done a complete one-eighty.
"Where am I?"
"NCIS headquarters, Washington DC," McGee replied.
"Where is Washington DC?" McGee frowned, not sure what this man could mean. Surely he knew about the nation's capital. The thought dawned on McGee, maybe he wasn't from America, just like Edward. Or the survivor simply had amnesia.
"Do you remember what happened?"
Mustang didn't know what to say exactly. Common knowledge told him he shouldn't shout it to the world that he had met with Truth, in fact he wasn't even sure if alchemy was existent here. The transmutation circle meant nothing to the uniformed men, meaning they couldn't know of alchemy.
"I was asleep, and when I woke up I was there," he finally replied.
"Do you know your name?" McGee asked, seeing if the man did have amnesia.
"Of course. Roy Mustang."
"Where are you from?"
Mustang wasn't sure what to reply with, but with his answer he could estimate what these men knew, "Amestris."
Apparently the answer meant something to the two men in the interrogation room. The men, who hadn't yet introduced themselves, shared a look and the one that was sitting got up. The grey haired man and the young man left the room leaving Mustang alone. He didn't think the name would mean anything to the men who were now absent, but it did. Mustang didn't know what exactly it meant, whether it meant that Amestris was existent or whether it held some other importance.
"He's from Amestris too, just like Edward," McGee stated. "Do you think Edward knows him?"
Gibbs was silent. Amestris either existed or Edward and this Mustang character were making it up. Yet if they were making it up that meant they knew each other but that also meant if they were from the same country there was the possibility that they knew each other as well.
As Gibbs and McGee were talking outside the interrogation room Ziva, DiNozzo, and Edward had just arrived back at NCIS headquarters. They had examined the scene thoroughly. DiNozzo took more pictures of, what he assumed, a satanic ritual. It was a sight he had never before seen, and now that he had, he definitely didn't want to see it again. Edward was oddly quiet throughout the entire experience, not voicing any opinion on the matter while Ziva and DiNozzo kept coming up with theories, DiNozzo's tended to be a bit stranger than any of Ziva's.
While DiNozzo and Ziva were marking the evidence they had gathered and settling back down in the bullpen, McGee and Gibbs went back into the interrogation room to talk to their only witness from the gruesome crime scene.
"Have you heard of an Edward Elric?" McGee asked, getting the question out of the way.
Mustang tried to hide an reaction he had to the name, but he didn't do it very well as curiosity had gotten the better of him, "Fullmetal? He's here?"
"Are you referring to Edward as Fullmetal?" asked McGee, confused as to why the term was used.
"Yes. Is he here?" Finally Mustang had found his subordinate. But how on earth did Fullmetal get here? Truth. Mustang internally groaned, Truth was an asshole.
McGee shot a glance towards his boss, "He's here."
"Let me speak with him." Mustang's voice was firm, unwavering. He had his mind set on finding his lost subordinate. Now he knew where he was.
"What is your relationship?" Gibbs cut in, not answering Mustang's question.
Mustang frowned, "He's my subordinate and he's been missing for awhile now. Can I speak with him?"
The two NCIS agents shared a glance. If Edward was a subordinate, than this Roy Mustang must be military. They weren't sure if a military man who employed child soldiers was someone who should meet their child soldier subordinate. Not only that, but if Edward had been missing he might've been missing for good reason. Yet all of Edward's body language and tones when talking about the military wasn't that of shame or fear which might be caused if he was an actual child soldier.
"Not right now," McGee finally replied.
"Do you even know where he is?" Mustang was annoyed that Edward was brought up and still no information was given. He was seriously starting to doubt these men even knew the alchemist.
Edward sneezed, getting the attention of the agents.
"Having a cold?"
"Ziva, I think you mean catching a cold," DiNozzo corrected.
"Why would you want to catch one?"
DiNozzo was going to respond, something brilliant (at least he thought so), but the arrival of Ducky cut him short.
"Ah, Anthony I was just looking for Gibbs! Do you happen to know where he's gone?"
"He's interrogating the survivor guy, from the middle of that satanic ritual. Why?" DiNozzo replied nonchalantly.
"Well, you see I've finished the preliminary autopsies of the four who happened to not survive." Ducky hadn't done the entire autopsy yet, but he figured giving Gibbs relevant information from the preliminary findings would help with catching whoever was responsible.
"Well? What happened?" Edward said, butting into the conversation. He had an investigation to do so he could find this alchemist bastard and finally return to Amestris.
Ducky was momentarily startle at the blunt question the blond lad asked, but immediately started explaining, "You see, these victims weren't killed in the same way the others were. Their jugulars were slashed open, as were both wrists. Whoever did this wanted to get extreme amounts of blood out at a fast rate, and by doing so the victims bled to death. There were no signs of struggle so the victims either complied or were drugged. I sent the blood work to Abigail."
The room was silent, the two agents and their current witness were taking in the information and thinking. Edward knew that either these cult members did this willingly for their leader or were forcefully killed. Whoever this sick bastard is, he's trying to make a Philosopher's Stone. Edward knew alchemy didn't exist in this world, so somehow this guy got past Truth and was trying to obtain Godly power. Edward knew that alchemy was affected in this world, it didn't work the same. He hadn't tested this hypothesis with his own regained abilities but the blood transmutation circle was something new. Was it sheer coincidence this survivor happened to survive? Or was this person summoned because of the circle? Or did Truth plan his hand in this incident too?
"Of course we know where he is," McGee scoffed at Mustang's question. He didn't know exactly where, just that Edward was with Ziva and McGee. Where ever they were...
Before another word could be said there was a soft knock on the door and the attention of the three occupants turned to it. Ducky stuck his head in, "Jethro, may I talk to you for a moment? It's about some preliminary findings from the victims."
McGee and Gibbs decided it was best to hear what the medical examiner had to say. McGee was slightly surprised to see that Ducky suddenly had a posse. Gibbs on the other hand was annoyed with the lack of space they took up, it wasn't a wide hallway.
"You three," Gibbs said, pointing out Edward, Ziva, and DiNozzo, "Go in."
Gibbs directed the three to the the room on the other side of the interrogation room, behind the one-way glass. DiNozzo entered first, followed by Ziva and Edward.
Edward glanced around the room, curious as to all the lights and buttons that were connected to all the new technology but that was nothing compared to the sight now in front of him, on the other side of the one-way glass.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" He yelled, audible through the glass.
Mustang, immediately upon hearing Edward's voice stood up, knocking the metal chair to the ground with a loud crash.
"Fullmetal?"
"COLONEL?"
"It's BRIGADIER GENERAL to you, SHORTY."
"GOD DAMNIT, YOU DID NOT JUST-"
"What in the hell is going on in here?" A very pissed off Gibbs entered Edward's side of the glass, it was easy to tell he was done with all the yelling.
"Who are you calling a bug that escapes a shoe because he's so small he fits between the grooves and can't get squashed?!" Edward muttered under his breath.