[SWAK 1]
Claire's POV:
Tony and I walked down the hall towards the cubicle spaces. He had just come off the elevator while I was coming from one of the back rooms. He looked over at me once or twice as we walked side by side before deciding to comment. I knew the silence wouldn't last long.
"Wow, what'd you do? Spend the night Sake bombing?" he asked with a grimace as I wiped my nose miserably. I had spent the last few days getting over a cold; for some reason, it was hanging on and I hate being sick. I also had snappy moods when I get sick so his comment rubbed me the wrong way. I glared over at him.
"It's a cold, Tony." I told him we reached the desks. I passed by Kate and watched as she glanced over at him questioningly.
"Sake bombing?" she asked. Tony dropped his bag by his desk and walked to stand in front of hers. I dropped my bag off before joining them.
"Oh come on Kate, don't tell me you've never heard of Sake bombing." He asked. Kate glowered at him.
"Would I ask if I… you know what, forget it." She dismissed irritably, not wanting to get into another debate.
"I don't wanna know." She told us with her hands up in a 'drop it' fashion. Tony and I looked over at each other in curiosity.
"You take a cup of Sake, you drop it in a hot beer, you knock it back then…" Tony finished with an elaborate display of a bombing noise, his eyes widened and hands moving accordingly. I watched in amusement.
"Sake bombing" I reiterated, mimicking his hand motions. Kate nodded in understanding.
"Great for a cold." He informed with a nod and looked at me pointedly. No, I was not about to spend another night Sake bombing with him. Last time didn't end so well.
"I'll stick to honey and hot tea, thanks." I replied to his unspoken request, the two of us sharing a knowing look. We were not to talk or repeat that night.
"McGee." Tony called without looking away from me. The man in question looked over at the three of us.
"Kate's never been Sake bombing." He informed while looking over at Tim. McGee thought for a moment.
"Yea I don't think I have either." He told Tony with disinterest as he sorted the mail in his hands. Tony threw up his hands in disbelief.
"We work with a pair of wankers." He told me in mock disappointment. I began to giggle but covered it up quickly when I saw the boss man walking in.
"And you make three, DiNozzo." Gibbs added as he walked behind Tony. This time I did giggle at Tony's expression.
"Morning Boss." Tony quickly greeted.
"Morning." I greeted with a very stuffy nose. Gibbs paused and looked around McGee to look at me.
"Cold or Flu?" he asked walking back towards us.
"Um…just plain cold. And don't worry I will sneeze into my tissues." I assured him, holding up my stack of tissues for emphasis. Gibbs nodded and walked back over to his desk.
"Unlike some people." Kate added with a pointed look at Tony. That is true.
"I have allergies, Kate." He clarified with a 'that so doesn't count' look. It totally does count.
"Never had allergies. Never had a cold." Gibbs told us as he cleared his desk. The four of us looked over at him.
"Never had a cold?" I asked.
"Nope. Never had the flu either." Gibbs told me, still glancing over the mail McGee left on his desk. I turned towards Tony.
"Why do I believe that?" I whispered curiously. It's amazing that this news didn't shock me at all. Tony lifted his own stack of mail to cover his mouth like he was letting me in on a secret.
"If you were a bug would you attack Gibbs?" he asked jokingly making me laugh.
"I get colds all the time." McGee told us as he handed Kate her mail.
"Of course you do Probie." Tony commented. McGee squinted in confusion before holding up a letter, marked with a lipstick stain on the seal. Tony looked up, seeing the kiss mark while McGee read the front. Must be for Tony, I know I don't get lipstick marks on my mail.
"This is just addressed to NCIS Special Agent." He told us. Tony wiggled his fingers and attempted pluck the letter from his hand.
"I think that's mine, McGee" McGee didn't let go and just looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"How do you know?" he asked not buying it. Tony glared and yanked the letter away before flipping it around so McGee saw the kiss, as if that would explain everything.
"I recognize the lips." He answered with a sultry lilt and backed over towards his desk.
"And the scent." He added in a sing-songy voice as he walked. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and felt a tightness in my chest. Was that jealousy?...no can't be I would get jealous of Tony's other women.
"Gummy bears?" Kate asked with a high pitched child's voice, instantly brightening my mood. Tony ignored the comment and opened it from the side with his letter opener. He stuck out his tongue childishly and chuckled in triumph, awaiting what was inside. I turned to look at him, leaning against Kate's desk anticipating what was inside. He raised it to his lips and blew to open the letter. However, as he did a cloud of white powder flew out of it. My smile dropped instantly as I realized what had just happened. Alarms went off in my head and we all froze with wide eyes trying to keep a calm composure. Tony grimaced from all the debris on him and slowly started moving around his desk. He played it off but I could see his worry in the short glance he shot me.
Gibbs stood up on his desk and loudly whistled to the room, who stopped to listen.
"We've opened a letter with white powder, use the southeast corridor to the waiting room. You all know the drill." Gibbs ordered calmly. All the others left as was the procedure for a biological attack. Tony started gently moving the letter to his desk and set the trashcan on top of it. Kate stood up in alarm and opened one of her drawers.
"Tony." She called and tossed him a water bottle before calling the emergency line. Tony poured the water over his hands as part of the procedure, trying to get it rid of the powder on his body. McGee and I slowly made our way over to the other side of the office.
"Letter opened in special agent Gibb's office dispersed a fine white powder. Initiating bio attack procedures, third floor is evacuating." She informed before hanging up. Gibbs looked over at the two of us.
"McGee, Claire you up on procedures?" Gibbs asked, knowing we were the newest to the team.
"Yea we uh….we shower, burn our clothes, get our blood tested, nobody leaves the building until the substance is identified, except…." I trailed off looking over at Tony in worry. Kate joined us over on the other side of the office area as Tony carefully started rinsing off his head too.
"Except me. I win a free trip to Bethesda to be pricked like a pincushion." Tony finished for me. Kate whipped her head around at an unfamiliar sound.
"They've shut down the air." She told us as we cautiously watched Tony. Pushing my fear aside I straightened up and composed myself.
"Let's hit the showers Tony." I instructed calmly as I nodded in that direction. Tony dropped the empty water bottle and glanced over towards me, squinting to keep the water out of his eyes.
"I thought you'd never ask." He smiled stiffly and followed after us.
"Sorry boss." He muttered out as he passed Gibbs. Gibbs looked around the office to see it empty before staring at the letter sitting on Tony's desk.
3rdPerson POV:
All the agents were in adjacent shower stalls. They could still hear each other and the there was nothing covering the very fronts of the showers. Currently they were vigorously scrubbing themselves down as protocol demanded.
"Who would want to send me a letter with Anthrax?" Tony asked above the noise of the falling water.
"Pick a girl Tony, any girl." Kate answered. Tony paused for a moment.
"It's not funny Kate." He quipped. Claire paused and glanced over to the wall between her and Tony. He wasn't usually serious but even him joking about it not being funny meant that he was nervous about what was going to happen. She was scared for him.
"Yea, I know." She told him.
"This is serious." He scolded.
"I know Tony, I'm sorry." Kate apologized.
"At this very instant someone is incineration my Airmingildo Zana suit, my Armani tie, my Gulches' Gargano shirt, and my Gucci shoes." He listed off, pouting like a girl on the last name as he worked up a lather. Claire scoffed in disbelief at his list. Leave it to Tony to whine about his clothes.
"Hey you know it might not be anthrax." McGee called from the other side of Kate.
"I like the sound of that Probie!" Tony praised.
"Yea it could be smallpox, bubonic plague, cholera…" McGee rattled off.
"Probie!" Tony cut off harshly. McGee paused with an 'oops' face.
"…Foot powder, face powder, talcum powder." Tim listed instead. Tony lifted a finger, having an 'aha' moment.
"Honey dust." He concluded.
"Honey dust?" McGee reiterated in confusion.
"Honey dust, I give it to girls." Tony clarified. Kate turned towards the wall.
"Women, sorry Kate." Tony corrected as if he just knew what her face was like. He knew Claire wouldn't care in this case.
"I give it to women at Christmastime. It's very sensuous, you apply it with a feather." Tony explained to them. Claire chuckled bitterly. Why was she still reacting this harshly to Tony's stories?...the cold it must be the cold.
"You don't use the whole chicken?" She asked sarcastically. Tony looked at the wall between them with an offended face.
"I've never heard of honey dust." McGee called.
"Yea that's cause your mother raised you to respect women McGee." Kate told him.
"It makes a woman's skin feel silky smooth. When kissed, it tastes like honey." Gibbs explained from his shower all the way on the end. Is sync all the agents peeked around the edge of their showers too look towards their boss incredulously.
"I got a whole box of honey dust last Christmas…..no card." Gibbs continued, as if that was typical. He didn't even look out of his stall to see their shocked faces. Tony leaned back into his shower and shook his head in exasperation.
"I think the post office screwed up boss. Someone else got your bottle of jack and you got their…." He started, trying to explain the situation.
"Hey doesn't the post office irradiate our mail?" Claire cut him off thoughtfully.
"That's right. All federal mail if funneled through the INP facility in Bridgeport, New Jersey. If it has DNA it dies." McGee told them.
"So the diseases that you named….they….they have DNA?" Tony asked, hoping that this meant good news for him.
"They sure do." McGee told him happily.
"Aw you should have let him squirm." Kate scolded playfully. Tony laughed, happy that he was in the clear.
"Then it's no worries." He told them.
"Unless the post office screwed up again." Gibbs commented, knowing it would get Tony worked up.
Back in the office a team of specialist in hazmat suits walked over towards Tony's desk where the letter was sitting. One guy carefully placed it inside a sealed bag and took it to the elevator while the others thoroughly cleaned Tony's desk. The man with the letter walked over as the doors opened to reveal Abby in a hazmat suit. She walked over and placed that sealed bag into another bag for extra safety before riding down to her lab.
Claire's POV:
Down in autopsy all of us were waiting for our blood tests to be analyzed; sporting identical NCIS jumpsuits since our clothes had been burned. Tony and I were sitting on one of the tables while McGee paced and Kate sat by Gibbs.
"You should have given the letter to me, McGee." Gibbs told the pacing man.
"I know boss." McGee answered apologetically. No matter how much we all joked about it we were still scared about what was going to happen. It's not like this happens every day.
"It's not McGee's fault. Tony snatched it out of his hand." Kate countered as she watched Ducky finish taking blood from Gibbs.
"Oh so now it's my bad?" Tony snapped from beside me.
"You did grab it Tony." McGee reminded.
"That's a lame excuse Probie, you should have stopped me." Tony countered easily. Gibbs walked over to a shelf and grabbed a gas mask and papers before heading towards the doors.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ducky asked, slightly blocking his path.
"Going to find out who sent the letter." Gibbs replied. Ducky stood in front of the doors now with his hands spread.
"Uh uh…You cannot leave autopsy, its negative pressure. So airborne pathogens can't contaminate the rest of the building." Ducky told him.
"Ducky I have been scrubbed, sanitized, and for all I know sterilized. I have an investigation to open." Gibbs protested. The four of us and Palmer all watched as the two debated. Ducky is one of the only people willing to go against Gibb's iron will.
"I have a possible cotangent to contain. Until your blood test clears you, I cannot permit you to leave this room." Ducky told him sternly. The two stared at each other but it was broken by the sound of the back door opening. We all turned to watch the men with breathing masks and jumpsuits walk in towards us.
"Who opened the envelope?" the man in front asked. Tony immediately pointed to McGee.
"He did." He accused. McGee's eyes widened in alarm as they walked towards him and he stuttered out protests.
"No no no no…it…it wasn't me…." he explained.
"I'm just kidding." Tony called as he hopped off the autopsy table he we were sitting on. The man turned towards him.
"I'm your pincushion." He told them seriously…well as serious as he could be.
"Did you inhale any powder?" the man sternly asked. I could tell that Tony wanted to say something snarky but decided against it, his nervousness taking over.
"I might have." He told them.
"We took blood. Jimmy?" Ducky interrupted and indicated to Palmer who had the samples. During this interruption Tony glanced over at me with an unreadable expression. I just sent him a comforting smile, hoping to take away some of the anxiety.
"Uh yea, 5 blood vials on ice to go." Palmer told them and went to grab the samples. Just then I sneezed loudly, turning everyone's attention towards me. I looked at everyone's wary expressions.
"It's a cold, I had it before I came in this morning." I assured them. They were looking like I had the plague or something….knock on wood.
"Which makes you even more susceptible to airborne pathogens. You should go to the hospital too." Ducky told me. I immediately shook my head in protests. I don't do hospitals.
"Oh no…no.." I told them stubbornly.
"Claire, play it safe. Go with Tony." Gibbs told me with fatherly concern. Kate scoffed and sent a look at Tony.
"That's safe?" she asked nodding towards him. Gibbs looked at me and gestured for me to go anyway. I looked over at Tony, not happy with the arrangement. He just popped his eyebrows up playfully as I hopped off the table too. I knew he was trying to make me feel better since he knew about my dislike for hospitals.
"How long are we going to have to stay in isolation?" I asked them tiredly.
"At least overnight." The man explained.
"Can we have double beds? Cause I hate it when you get that crease when you push the two…" Tony started but Gibbs gave him a head slap with his stack of papers. Tony stopped talking with a grimace frozen on his face. He then turned around pointing at Gibbs accusingly.
"If I get anthrax how would you feel?" he asked Gibbs in reference to slapping him.
"Not as bad as you DiNozzo." Gibbs told him easily. Tony nodded in agreement at the clever dig.
"Let's go." The man ordered and Tony and I left with him.
3rdPerson POV:
As they walked off the two immediately began bickering.
"I'm warning you Tony, I don't feel well…"
"Will you relax, you need a foot massage…."
"I don't want you anywhere near my feet." Claire spat at him as they walked out the door with the men.
"You've got pretty feet." he commented while doing a jig, annoying her even more. The two continued to bicker about touching feet as they were led down the hall. Even when the door closed and muffled the noises the team could still hear them. Gibbs looked over at Ducky, hoping to start work but the Doctor just crossed his arms defiantly. Gibbs threw the mask and papers down onto one of the tables with a huff.
The team was worried about the two heading to the hospital. It was like their family so of course they were scared about the possible outcomes. However, they all knew that it was a good thing Tony and Claire went together. They worked to balance out each other's nerves and keep each other calm during this whole ordeal. They would be fine….hopefully.
Down in the lab Abby was analyzing the envelope containing the white powder. It was inside a glass pressurized box and glove holes for her to stick her hands into to work on the paper without being exposed. Using her magnifying lamp over the box, she carefully took a sample of the powder and placed it inside a small glass tube. She placed it inside an adjacent glass box and sealed that off. Taking her hands out of the glove compartments she turned a lever on the smaller box to pressurize it. As she did she subtly glanced up at the handsome delivery man who was working on the orders for him to take some samples to a bigger lab for analysis. He shot a polite smile back. Once the smaller box had been pressurized Abby opened it and took the vial out. She placed it in an evidence bag and began labelling it to send with the man. She glanced back up with a smile and he sent another back before awkwardly leaning against her desk, waiting for her to be done. She closed the box up and walked the vial over to him.
"So how long to Atlanta?" she casually asked. He handed her the sign off paper with a smile.
"Um, less than an hour." He told her. Abby nodded. He sighed and headed out the door, glancing back as he did.
"Your music is sweet." He complimented as he walked out the door.
"So. Are. You." Abby mused to herself with a satisfied hum. He was fine! She let out a happy whistle as she placed her second vial in her machine and started it up as she rubbed her gloved hands together in anticipation.
"Talk to mamma." She ordered her machine. Once it was running Abby casually did a couple cartwheels over to her computer station.
"I didn't take you for the cheerleader type, Abby." Gibbs voice came up on the big screen. With a smile she turned her monitor on so she could see him down in autopsy.
"Oh I'm not. Granny taught me that." She explained.
"She was an Olympic swimmer, won the silver in the 200 meter butterfly." Abby continued. Down in autopsy, on their screen Abby was facing her own monitor, which was away from theirs. So, technically they were watching her back as she talked.
"What does swimming have to do with cartwheeling?" Jimmy asked as he leaned over to get in view for Abby.
"Nothing." Abby told him simply. Jimmy nodded and leaned toward McGee.
"I don't understand." He whispered.
"You can't think logically with Abby. Her mind works like a pachinko machine." McGee explained.
"What was the powder Abby?" Gibbs asked her, getting right down to it.
"White?...with a hint of tan." She told him with an apologetic nod of her head. That was all she could give him right now.
"Abs!" Gibbs scolded.
"Well that's all I know until my baby speaks to me. I'm auto sampling for anthrax, botulism, plague, cholera….all those nasty little bio-buggers." She explained.
"How long?!" Gibbs exclaimed, frustrated that he could do nothing to help his team at the moment.
"A couple hours." She told him.
"I thought you said these tests were fast." Gibbs told her with a raise of his hands.
"It's not a pregnancy test Gibbs." She countered.
Claire's POV:
In Bethesda hospital, I was holding a cup of pee that he had to turn in to the doctors. Gross, but it had to be done for them to run tests on me. As I walked out in my hospital attire I met with Tony and the doctor.
"You should drink more water." Tony told me as I walked up to them. I gave him a 'don't mess with me' look.
"Tony.." I growled in warning.
"Your urine is too dark." He explained as I handed the doctor the cup.
"I had a cold…..I can't believe your commenting on my….eww." I trailed off in disgust. Why was he even paying attention to my pee cup? Tony smugly smiled down at me, obviously pleased he was still frustrating me.
"Neither could I." the doctor added as he walked back towards us.
"Dr. Brad Pitt." He introduced himself. Tony's face immediately dropped in slight confusion. I continued looking at him, something seemed familiar about him but I couldn't quite place it.
"Yes, that's my real name and no relation. But I wish we were, I'd love to meet Angelina Jolie." He joked with us while smiling down at me in particular. I laughed back shyly, running a hand through my hair. Cute and funny. He gestured for the two of us to follow. Tony stared at me incredulously but I just shrugged him off and followed after the good doctor. Tony quickly rushed up and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"If I said what he said you would…" I elbowed him in the gut as we walked. Tony grunted before finishing his sentence.
"..elbow me." Well he was right. We walked into a giant room that contained another glass room with beds; the isolation ward.
"Well it's not the four seasons but let's hope we're not here long." Dr. Pitt told us. Tony and I glanced at each other and reluctantly walked inside as he opened the doors. My nerves around hospitals were starting to get worse but Tony was there to calm me down. The airlock closed behind us and once it was activated a red light came on and the whole room was turned dark, with the exception of the blue fluorescent lights in the glass box.
"Negative pressure?" I asked.
"Mmhmm. Let's airflow in but not out." the hunky doctor explained. He pushed the button to open another set of doors, leading in the main room area letting the lights turn back on. Once the doors closed, it was back to the blue lighting. A nurse was standing in the center of the room waiting for us.
"I'd like you to meet Lt. Emma Neman, your duty nurse for tonight." Dr. Pitt introduced. Tony smiled at her in interest, making me automatically dislike her.
"Hi guys, how are you?" she politely asked. Dr. Pitt handed us a couple cups with some pills in it.
"As a precaution I'm starting your prophylaxis with streptomyosin." He explained. Tony chuckled with a broad grin before trailing off with a hum as he examined the pills. I rolled my eyes, he probably just thought those words sounded funny and had no idea what it meant.
"Prophylaxis is a measure taken for the prevention of disease, Tony." I explained to him. Tony just raised a brow and nodded his head.
"That's the way I use it." He muttered jokingly before we knocked back the pills. The Lieutenant giggled, making another wave of jealousy spark in me.
"Oh you don't want to encourage him Lt." I told her somewhat icily. Tony gave me a questioning glance but I simply ignored it.
"Sorry." She replied, holding back the giggle before getting serious again.
"Um take any bed you want you guys." She told us.
"Thank you nurse Emma." Tony thanked before trailing right behind me like a puppy as I walked to the end of the room. I turned and glared at him as he set himself on the bed right next to me.
"But it's good to keep some separation between you, just in case one of you is infected." Dr. Pitt intervened on my behalf.
"Thank you doctor." I chirped as I hopped up onto my end bed. Tony reluctantly moved, giving the doctor a small glare.
"Brad, we're informal here." The doctor corrected with a smile.
"Claire" I supplied with a flirty smile back. If Tony was going to annoy me by flirting, then two could play at this game. The doctor smiled at me for a moment before walking out, me watching his backside intently as he did. Tony loudly cleared his throat as he took the bed on the other side of the room straddling the end.
"Got some sunlamps, Brad." Tony asked, over enunciating his name in a bitter tone.
"UV kills the bacteria in the air, although I could arrange for a sunlamp if you wish." He told Tony.
"Oh not for me, it's for Claire." Tony answered while looking over at my now confused face.
"What?" I asked. He was up to something.
"Yea a little nude sunbathing might get rid of those tan lines." He told me mock seriously. I glowered at him.
"Doctor, could you put him to sleep please." I hastily asked. Brad just chuckled awkwardly and gestured for them to leave.
"By nurse Emma." Tony told the Lt. as the two walked out. She giggled a 'bye' to him making me growl. I quickly shook myself out of it as Tony turned towards me. What was with me today?
"I thought you had a boyfriend?" Tony asked as he looked at me with an unidentifiable expression.
"I do….so?" I asked him, not sure what his point was.
"Why are you making bedroom eyes at Dr. Brad Pitt over there?" he accused with a glare. Was he jealous?
"There's nothing wrong with looking and appreciating a good thing." I told him. It's not like I was planning on sleeping with him, I mean I do have a boyfriend to think about. Plus, Tony does this all the time. Tony just grumbled something I couldn't hear and flopped backwards onto the hospital bed. I sighed and relaxed on my side, this was going to be a long day.
3rdPerson POV:
"SWAK?" Gibbs asked.
"It's sealed with a kiss Gibbs. Didn't you ever get a love letter?" Abby asked the monitor as she examined the envelope in the security box. Gibbs scrunched his face up in uncomfortable thought.
"Does a 'dear john' count?" he asked her.
"Aw…I feel sorry for you Gibbs." Abby told him sympathetically.
"Is there a return address?" Gibbs asked, brushing it off. Abby flipped the envelope over.
"27 Old Millbottom rd. Annapolis Maryland." She read off.
"McGee you got it?" Gibbs asked pointing over towards Ducky's desk.
"Got it, I wish I still had my PDA." He mumbled. Kate nodded in agreement.
"Use those." Gibbs told him, pointing to the desk again. The two agents hopped off the autopsy tables and headed that way.
"Um…a…a…agent Gibbs? Doctor Mallard…doesn't have…" Jimmy began, trying to explain to a frustrated Gibbs.
"Requisition replacement cellphones and weapons for my team, go." Gibbs told Palmer without room for argument. Jimmy looked at him in confusion.
"Pistols?" he asked, his hands making a motion like pulling a trigger.
"Well no Palmer, crossbows if you think they might work better." Gibbs told him, his words dripping with sarcasm. Palmer rushed away.
"Cancelled stamp?" Gibbs asked, getting back to Abby.
"Noon, yesterday Annapolis." She told him.
"Open it." Gibbs told her in exasperation. Abby straightened up at his tone.
"Normally I would request a 'please' but considering the situation…." she trailed off, leaning back down to work.
"Boss, I can't find Ducky's PDA." McGee almost whined.
"McGee it's a pad and a pencil." He told the Probie dryly.
"Oh." McGee mumbled as he grabbed those two things off the top of the desk. Abby carefully pulled out the letter from inside the envelope.
"Oh beautiful calligraphy." Ducky marveled as he opened the folded note. He was down in the lab with her since he wasn't contaminated and the letter was still inside the safety box.
"Beautiful paper." Abby added as the glanced over the letter through the glass.
"It must be 32lbs cotton rag." She muttered, examining the paper.
"Abby does that mean you can trace it?" Gibbs asked, his voice raising in frustration.
"The watermark will tell me where it was made, when it was made, and who sold it. The person that sent this may as well as signed it." Abby told him, while McGee took down notes.
"You know there was once a time when every young woman of breeding was taught calligraphy. My mother still tries but her hand shakes so that even I can't read all her missive." Ducky rambled. Gibbs sighed in irritation, they didn't know how much time they had.
"Can you read this missive, Ducky?" Gibbs asked calmly.
"Oh yes it's perfectly legible." Ducky answered, glancing at the screen. He began reading over it silently. Unseen by him Gibbs threw up his hands, that wasn't what he meant.
"Um I think he means read it out loud." Abby suggested to Ducky with an amused tone.
"Oh sorry of course." Ducky muttered.
"If you are reading this and have not initiated biological attack procedures, I suggest you do so immediately. Since the powder dispersed by opening this envelope contains genetically altered…" Ducky stopped and stared down at the paper in slight shock. This worried Gibbs. Ducky glanced over at Abby before continuing.
"Y-Pestis…." He told them. Abby looked back at Ducky, fear in her eyes. That's what Tony and Claire were exposed to?!
"Which is Latin for what?" Gibbs probed, watching the two's expressions. The two looked at each other for a moment longer before Ducky turned to look at Gibbs in the monitor.
"Plague." Ducky told him. Gibb's face paled.