"Mmm, I love Filomena's ice cream," Tony comments while teasing Kate about her date on Saturday, first thing Monday morning.
"Filomena's in Georgetown?" Kate demands of him.
"My standard first date place."
"I went there on a first date Saturday night."
"Yeah? After dinner, I like to stroll the lucky lady down Wisconsin to this pretentious gallery called 'impressions.' Boy, they really eat it up."
"That's where we want after dinner."
"Really? Huh."
"You've been following me."
"Me, follow you on a Saturday night? Not that desperate, Kate."
"I don't believe you."
"Well, on my mother's life I was not following you."
"Your mother's dead," Gibbs states.
"I didn't follow her, boss. I do know her boyfriend, Steve Adler."
"He's not my boyfriend! I don't believe this," Kate exclaims in anger.
"Did you tell her about your fraternity brother yet?" McGee asks Tony.
"I was just getting to the good part there, McGee," Tony states.
"Steve Adler is your fraternity brother?" Kate demands of Tony.
"I'd show you the secret handshake," Tony says but then leans in over his desk and whispers, "But then I'd have to kill you."
"He told you about our date?" Kate hiss in a whisper.
"Well, not the intimate details… until I asked him. Then he had to," Tony states in his normal voice but he then drops back to a whisper again, "It goes with the oath."
"Gibbs!"
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs orders Tony to stop with that one word.
"Jethro, I need you in autopsy," Ducky says while walking into the squad room. Gibbs gets up and follows Ducky down to autopsy, and I sit down in his chair.
"So, Alice what did you do this weekend?" Tony asks me.
"Went to a party," I answer him without going into detail knowing it while drive Tony crazy.
"What type of party? With who? Kate let you go to a party unattended?" Tony throws every question he can think of at me without me answer or even looking up from Gibbs computer where I am filling out the reports from the marine who faked his death but died anyway.
"Tony, why do you care? I'm pretty sure you were getting laid or masturbating so it doesn't matter."
"Well, just because I was getting off doesn't mean I don't want to know about your social life."
"So you don't deny that you were getting off in one way or another?"
"No, I don't."
"Well, there you go."
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"Possible ID on one of the meat puzzle bodies. A D A names Michael Grant," Gibbs states while walking into the squad room from autopsy.
"Hey cool! After six months, we finally got a lead, huh?" Tony exclaims.
"Find out if he's been reported missing. Kate, pull the case that Ducky testified where Michael Grant was the lead attorney."
"On it," Kate exclaims while getting back to work.
"Psst! Hey, it looks like we're going to work late. So do you want me to call Steven and cancel your dinner reservation?" Tony hisses at Kate in a whisper.
"This is a nightmare."
"I'll get everyone coffee," I state while grabbing my gear to do it.
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"Michael Grant disappeared eight months ago hiking the Appalachian Trail. His body was never found. Local LEOs could never determine if he got lost or killed," Tony reports once he has pulled the file.
"Definitely killed. The poor fellow was then dissected into small pieces, put in a barrel of alcohol along with two other bodies, and deposited in a dumpster behind Naval Hospital," Ducky states stiffly.
"Dental records matched?" Gibbs ask him.
"I'm afraid so, Jethro."
"Ducky, remember a Judge Roland Davis?" Kate ask him carefully.
"Of course. A man of small stature and enormous ego. A highly competent jurist, nonetheless."
"He was the judge on one of the two cases you testified, where Michael Grant was the lead attorney."
"The significance of that, Caitlin?"
"He was reported missing seven months ago."
"I'll run a dental comparison 0 the judge with the other two bodies."
"Pull up the case, Kate," Gibbs orders Kate.
"Oh, yes. Of course. Who could forget him? Vincent Hanlan. A medical school washout. He was studying to become a… medical examiner. He was accused of raping and murdering a Navy Lieutenant who worked at Bethesda Hospital's pathology lab. I performed the autopsy. She was a beautiful girl. I believe her name was Lieutenant Sylvia," Ducky ramble while think back to his younger days, while looking at the photo on the report of the defendant, I felt so bad for him because I couldn't do anything to remove his pain.
"Sylvia Waksal," Kate cuts him off while reading the name off the older report.
"Yes, that's right. She was working late one night. Vincent Hanlan stalked with the intention of raping her. The speculation was that he was unable to perform the rape. His impotence so enraged that he proceeded to beat the poor girl to death. When it went to trail Michael Grant was the prosecuting attorney. Judge Davis presided. And I testified. The evidence was all circumstantial. So when the judge offered the jury second degree murder, they accepted it."
"Vincent Hanlan served eight years in the Maryland Correctional Adjustment Centre."
"Kate, start building a profile on Vincent Hanlan. Tony," Gibbs begins handing out the new orders.
"Find the whereabouts of everybody else associated with prosecuting Vincent Hanlan and fast," Tony cut him off.
"McGee, the last address for Vincent Hanlan. I want to bring him in. McGee!"
"Uh… sorry, boss. I already found him," McGee says.
"Give me the address then," I state when he fails to do anything else after reporting that.
"It's twenty two Vict6or Road, Mount Ephraim Cemetery. He's been dead over a year."
"Well fuck. Next lead someone? I want to go home and sleep."
"If you didn't get drunk," Kate begins lecturing me.
"You got drunk?" Tony cuts her off.
"You wouldn't be so tired now."
"I wouldn't have gone out with Abby and got drunk if you wasn't so boring," I defend myself.
"You went out and got drunk with Abby?" Tony asks again.
"Wow, you're stuck on that again. Yes I got drunk but in my defence, it was fun until the next morning."
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"Crown, crown, match, match, filing, filing, match. As we feared, the second corpse is Judge Roland Davis," Ducky reports in autopsy while matching the dental records of the missing judge.
"Any guesses on number three here?" I ask Ducky.
"Carl Foss," Tony answers me.
"The jury foreman," Kate adds.
"Of course!" Ducky exclaims.
"Missing since last summer," Tony informs us.
"His x-rays are on the way over from his family dentist," Kate informs him.
"Are you okay, Duck?" Gibbs ask Ducky who is looking so sad.
"I assume this macabre play is being put on for my benefit. My testimony was key in putting Vincent Hanlan in prison. I was able to lift a partial print off her body. Thinking back, I think I was slightly unnerved by Hanlan during the trail," Ducky sadly states.
"How so?" Kate ask him.
"He just seemed particularly agitated when I was on the stand."
"You were the medical examiner he was never going to be."
"I was using his failure against him."
"You'll stay at NCIS as much as possible. Other than that, one of us will be with you at all times," Gibbs orders his friend.
"Jethro, my mother is ninety-six years old. She suffers from dementia. She gets very nervous when I'm not home in the evenings."
"Tony, you'll take the first shift… with his mother."
"Uh… doing what, boss?" Tony answer in confusion.
"Whatever she wants. Have you never been around older people? Because their not all like Gibbs or Kate," I ask him in confusion that he even has to ask that.
"I'm not old," Kate hisses at me.
"Yes, it would be helpful if you could assist with the dogs," Ducky states.
"Oh, gosh. I'm not really an animal," Tony begins.
"Yes you are an animal," I cut him off making him glare at me.
"Animal person, Ducky. I just haven't spent a lot of time with them lately and…"
"The yappy creatures are all she has in this life … except for me, of course," Ducky informs him.
"If Vincent Hanlan is dead, who is getting revenge?" Gibbs asks us.
"His family?" Kate offers them.
"Find them, Kate."
"Are you alright Ducky? Do you need anything? Coffee?" I offer Ducky.
"I'm alright. But thank you," Ducky says to me.
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"According to their tax returns, Vincent Hanlan's parents are both morticians. They've run a funeral home for the last thirteen years," Kate reports back in the squad room while Tony looks after Ducky's mother.
"Siblings," Gibbs orders her to continual to report on the family of the rapist and murderer.
"One brother who's a taxidermist."
"Mortician, taxidermist, wannabe medical examiner. Doesn't that make you feel better about our family Kaye? At least we're mostly normal," I comment.
"Yeah, the death obsession pretty much runs in the family," Kate states about what I said while ignoring the bit about our family for the moment.
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"Vincent's conviction tore the family apart. His death pretty much put us under. Through here," Fred, Vincent's father, informs us while showing us around the funeral home. He leads us into the embalming room where his wife is working on the family, "Mary."
"Get these people out of here!" Mary screeches at her husband while pointing at us.
"They're federal agents."
"I don't care!"
"They're here about Vincent."
"They're not authorized! Get out!"
"Individuals connected with Vincent's prosecution have been found murdered," Gibbs informs her.
"Good."
"Good?" Kate ask her in confusion.
"Vincent was innocent. He was a good boy. He was in medical school."
"Jack the Ripper went to medical school," I state.
"When my son got out of prison, he had nothing left. No hope. No promise. They labelled him a sec murderer."
"What was he doing when he got out of prison?" Kate ask her.
"He was drinking a lot," Fred answers her.
"Oh, that's all you have to say about your dead son?!" Mary yells out her husband.
"That isn't what I meant. I was trying to explain how difficult his life was."
"What happened the night he died?" Gibbs demands of them.
"He was driving with his brother and they hit a tree."
"Can you think of anyone who would want to get revenge on the men who put your son in jail?" Kate as them.
"Me! But I don't know anything about it, so why don't you just get the hell out of here before I call the authorities and have you arrested and maybe you'll go to prison! Bastards!" Mary exclaims in anger.
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"Couldn't there be another case where these men worked together?" Jonathan, Vincent's brother, ask us while we are in the Hanlan's workshop.
"I haven't found one," Gibbs states.
"Your brother's case is the common link," Kate adds.
"I would love to have stuffed Vincent," Jonathan says before chuckling and continuing, "He would've like that. He had a good sense of humour, Vincent did. But it's against state law. Oh! Best mammal at the regionals last year. Like anything else, you got obsessed. Becomes a way of life."
"I thought pandas were endangered?" Kate says while looking at the panda who is stuffed.
"Oh, they are. 'Re-creation category.' I took two black bears and bleached one. And then I sewed them together in a panda pattern."
"Do you miss your brother?" I ask him.
"He's my brother."
"Did you two get along?" Gibbs asks him.
"When he got out of prison, he was depressed. He couldn't go back to school. He couldn't get a job. He started drinking heavily."
"You didn't answer his question," I state while pointing at Gibbs.
"We were close. And I have no idea who killed the men that put him in jail."
"What happened the night he died?" Kate ask him.
"Vincent was driving. He lost control. We went off the road into the woods. My head hit the dash hard. I stumbled out of the car. I fell to my knees. When I got my bearings, I saw the car was on fire."
"Do you feel guilty you didn't pull him out?"
"I was told he died instantly from the impact. That he never felt the flames. I think he felt the flames. Oh! Second place, Nationals. Small animal division. African civet."
"Yeah, Gibbs," Gibbs answers his phone that is ringing, "Spit it out, McGee," Gibbs orders McGee but after listening for a moment more, he hangs up the phone.
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"Victim number four, Jethro. The size of the pieces, the cuts, are all consistent with the bodies of the D.A, the judge and the foreman," Ducky informs us while looking at the body that was dropped at his door step at his home.
"The homicide detective completes the team," Gibbs states.
"You're forgetting the medical examiner, Jethro, whose testimony put Vincent Hanlan behind bars."
"That's you!" Jimmy exclaims while looking at Ducky.
"Yes we know, we didn't need you to spell that out. If you want to be helpful why don't you autopsy Air?" I snap at the idiot.
"Very good, Mister Palmer. He's saving the best for last," Ducky says to Jimmy while giving me a look.
"It's not going to happen, Duck," Gibbs states.
"Boss," McGee calls out to Gibbs.
"You may load it, Mister Palmer," Ducky says.
"Right. Should I… uh… roll it?" Jimmy ask him.
"Well, on could do that."
"But I would personally use the trolley attached," I snap at the idiot, because he is getting on my last nerve.
"Oh, oh, of course. I was so distracted by its contents, I didn't notice it," Jimmy defends himself.
"Here. Let me help with this," The delivery man says to Jimmy.
"The guy, who works for an independent delivery service downtown, picked up the barrel from a new client on Twenty-Seventh Street. That's the order," McGee reports to Gibbs.
"Universal Scrap Metal," Gibbs reads off the pick-up order.
"The owner called it in. the print's kind of small. Even I had trouble reading it."
"Print's fine, McGee. Jeffrey… Jeffrey Winston."
"Actually, it's Jeffery Wilson. But you're very close, Boss."
"Are you sure it's Wilson?" I ask McGee who is kissing ass. We walk over to Kate who is trying to cheer up Ducky.
"Gibbs is right. Whoever he is, he's not going to get you," Kate says to Ducky.
"There is only one thing better than looking into the eyes of a beautiful woman and have her say that everything is going to be all right," Ducky says to Kate.
"And what's that, Ducky?"
"My saying it to her."
"All loaded, Doctor!" Jimmy says while walking back to us.
"You stick to him like," Gibbs begins ordering Kate but she cuts him off.
"Glue," Kate states.
"An ex0wife after an alimony check."
"Gibbs, what did Ducky look like when he was younger?" Kate laughs through the question.
"Ilya Kurtakin."
"The sweet smell of freedom!" Tony laughs.
"Mrs Mallard?" I ask him.
"Sleeping. Her usual afternoon fistful of wild turkey. Her last words to me were wither 'I'm going to slit your throat' or 'kiss your moat.' I couldn't tell because she was slurring."
"That's good work, Tony," Gibbs compliments him.
"Thank you, boss. So who's taking over for me now?"
"Kate's on protection detail with Ducky."
"Yeah."
"McGee and Alice's going with me to interview the guy who delivered the barrel."
"Yeah."
"I guess that leaves you."
"Me? Boss, I just spent all day playing furniture mover for this slightly demented old lady and her pack of yapping hounds."
"They're not Hounds Tony. They're Corgis! Learn your dog breeds," I state.
"No, Boss! No, Boss! I'm on the verge, man! McGee?" Tony calls out as we begin walking away and get in the car to leave.
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"Are you going to badge me? That's what they say on T.V.," Wilson, at the scrap yard where the barrel was picked up from, ask us.
"NCIS. Naval Criminal Investigative Service," Gibbs says while showing him, his badge.
"I know what it stands for. I wasn't always in the junk business. U.S.S. Forestall. Machinist's Mate First Class."
"Are you Jeffrey Wilson?" I ask him.
"This is about that barrel, ain't it? I knew that deal was too good."
"Tell us about that," Gibbs orders him.
"Well, this dude comes in. he buys a few of those."
"Where'd you get them?" I ask him while looking at the hundreds of barrels everywhere.
"Back of plants, factories. They don't want 'em. I clean 'em up, resell 'em."
"Okay. Go on," Gibbs says.
"Well, the dude bring one of them back. It's got some kind of liquid in it 'cause I can hear it sloshing around. So first I thought it might be some stuff to make meth. He offers me two hundred bucks to messenger it someplace in Reston."
"Probably didn't give his real name," McGee states as a hint to give us the possible name.
"No name, no address. He didn't tell me what was in it. And I didn't ask."
"I need you to come by the Navy Yard, sit down and describe him to a sketch artist," Gibbs ask him.
"Won't do no good. Dude always wore a hooded sweatshirt and shades. He could've been Elvis. What was in that barrel anyway?"
"A human meat puzzle," I answer him making him lose all the colour in his face.
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"Oh! Gibbs, you scared me," Abby exclaims when she turns around to see Gibbs and me in the lab behind her.
"Come on, Abs. you sleep in a casket dressed in a funeral gown," Gibbs states.
"How do you do that? I can't even stand wearing a dress in everyday life, yet alone sleep in one," I exclaim.
"I don't always wear the gown," Abby states.
"Too much information. What do we got here?" Gibbs ask while ignoring my comment.
"Straight to the point. That's our Gibbs. Okay, bottom line. The sicko that's killing everyone that sent Vincent Hanlan to jail is definitely not Vincent Hanlan. Before Ducky went to see his mom, he checked the dental x-rays with those from the Maryland Correctional Adjustment Centre."
"Vincent Hanlan is in the casket," I ask her.
"Every last inch of what is probably very rotting flash at this point."
"What about DNA testing?" Gibbs ask her next.
"Maryland incinerates all biological evidence three years after sentencing."
"Okay, find an earlier x-ray. Before he went to prison," Gibbs orders her before leading me out of the lab leaving Abby to do her job of proving it is the right body in the casket.
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"Yeah, Gibbs," Gibbs answers his phone while McGee, Gibbs and I sit around in the squad room working on finding out who is killing these people. After listening to his phone for a moment he hangs it up and turns to us, to orders us around, "McGee, Alice, you're with me. Come on."
We all walk over to the back elevator and get into the lift to head to autopsy where Jimmy is but Ducky has already gone home for the night.
"These x-rays were taken at Vincent Hanlan's autopsy. And these were eleven years ago in medical school. And if you look closely, you can see a perceptible difference due to molar wear, which is highly unusual given the short span of years, at least in modern tan. In Neolithic man, who used to gnaw a lot of bones, you know, it could incur these kinds of," Jimmy rambles while looking at dental records.
"Are you telling me these x-rays match?" Gibbs cuts him off.
"I'm afraid so. The filings in the upper third molar and second bicuspid are identical, as are the shape of the teeth."
"He gnaw on bones like a caveman?" I demand of Jimmy.
"I can't explain that."
"He grinds his teeth, boss. I did it as a kid in my sleep. Had to wear a special retainer at night," McGee explains.
"You still should," Abby informs McGee.
"I want Vincent Hanlan's body exhumed," Gibbs orders.
"Why? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, sir. It just… it just spews out," Jimmy defends himself.
"Abby, call Mount Ephraim Cemetery. McGee, you're with me. You dig up that body!" Gibbs orders and points at Abby for that last order making her grin even bigger.
"Love to!" Abby exclaims with a huge grin while we leave her to talk with Jimmy as we do our job to keep Ducky safe.
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"Gibbs, I'm sorry," Kate exclaims the next morning after she left Ducky get kidnapped under her watch.
"It's my fault. Two agents," Gibbs states.
"Excuse me?"
"Two protectees. I should have had two agents. You were as responsible for the mother as you were for Ducky."
"Gibbs, Kate why don't we blame the person who took Ducky or Ari? I am personal blaming Ari," I state in an attempt of removing their guilt.
"Boss! Abby says the tire tracks from the ban were made from Uniroyal Laredos. They're standard on Chevy Express cargo vans," Tony exclaims while running into the squad room.
"Both the funeral home and the taxidermy business on Chevrolet Express Cargo vans," McGee reminds us.
"That's good enough for a search authorization," Gibbs states.
"On it," Tony says while moving back to his desk to get the authorization.
"Tony, you and Kate take the turkey stuffing brother. McGee, Alice, come on. You're with me."
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"You have no right to invade my home and my business," Mary exclaims as we search the funeral home.
"Actually, that search warrant says we do, ma'am," McGee informs her while handing the warrant over.
"Don't ma'am me you simpering wimp!"
"No ma'am."
"Unlock this door," Gibbs orders her.
"Ma'am, if you impede in any way, you will be charged with obstruction."
"That's not the way to do this. I have the right to breakdown that door, and anything my way," Gibbs informs her when she just stand in our way.
"Are you satisfied?" Mary demands of us when she let us into the crematorium room.
"No. McGee, take a scraping from inside. One son beats a young women to death."
"The other one plays with dead animals. I wonder where they get that," I add.
"From their mother," Mary exclaims in anger.
"It's heavier. Definitely something in this one," McGee reports while lifting each coffin to see that they are empty but one with the lid screwed on.
"Mister Goldberg. He's being buried in the morning."
"Check underneath Mister Goldberg," Gibbs orders McGee who opens the coffin and searches for a second body in the coffin.
"There's nothing," McGee reports.
"I'll inform the Goldbergs their grandfather was frisked by NCIS in his coffin. They're litigators," Mary exclaims trying to scare us.
"Good for them. Don't tell everyone, they'll all want to be litigators," I say sarcastically without any fear.
"Boss, the van is on the way to the garage for forensics. What next?" McGee ask us while watching the van get loaded to be searched at the lab.
"Why don't you just admit that you made a mistake and get the hell out of here," Mary hisses at us in anger and hastily.
"Gibbs," Gibbs answers his ringing phone, "Yeah, I knew you'd find something, DiNozzo. That's good work, Tony. You bring him in for interrogation… yeah! Yeah, I heard you," Gibbs says with a chuckle before turning to us and saying, "Let's go, McGee."
"What's they find?" McGee ask Gibbs who just ended his call with Tony while we leave the room to go back to the office.
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"I already told you," Jonathan exclaim in integration with Gibbs and me asking about his brother's death.
"Tell me again," Gibbs orders him.
"We crashed into a tree."
"Vincent was driving?" I ask him.
"Yes."
"You jumped out of the car?" Gibbs ask him.
"That's right."
"You didn't even attempt to help your brother?" I ask him in confusion because if something happened to Kate I would do anything I could to help her.
"The car was on fire. I was in a daze."
"But you didn't even try."
"It was too hot! There was no way I could get to him."
"What did your mother think about that?" Gibbs ask him while gently placing his hand on my leg because I'm getting so angry at this dirt bag.
"I wouldn't know. We don't talk. We haven't spoken since that night."
"Yeah? Why is that?"
"He was her favourite."
"She blames you for this death. If our friend dies, we'll blame you, too," I hiss at him.
"Gibbs, Jimmy Palmer and Abby need to see you," Kate says through the intercom.
We get up and leave the integration room and enter the observation room to hear what they have to say.
"I pulled one of Vincent Hanlan's teeth and gave it to Abby," Jimmy begins.
"We did a blood analysis of the nerve tissue and compared it to the blood type of the tissue from the corpse," Abby continues.
They didn't match," Abby and Jimmy exclaim together.
"These are Vincent Hanlan's teeth, but they are put into this jaw. This body is not Vincent Hanlan's" Jimmy explains to us.
"I did a gas chromatograph and I found trace of cyanoacrylate on the bottom of the," Abby continues to ramble.
"In a language I speak, Abby," Gibbs snaps at her.
"This is super glue on the root of the tooth."
"Just a drop. It would never show up on an x-ray," Jimmy informs us.
"So the teeth were pulled from Vincent's mouth?" Kate ask them.
"One by one. And then they were glued back into this jaw."
"So what you two are saying is we are looking for a gummy. Cool, though how does he eat? But it must have hurt having them pulled out just to fake his death," I ask them but no one can answer me.
"Homo sapiens. Reconstruction category. Someone took your brother's teeth and put them in that skull," Gibbs says to Jonathan when we return to the integration room.
"It wasn't me. It was them. It's always them," Jonathan exclaims.
"Your mother and Vincent?" I ask him in confusion.
"Vincent was drunk the night he slammed into that tree. We got out just before it burst into flames. When we got home, mother had a car crash body laid out on the embalming table. Closed-casket job. She came up with the idea of giving Vincent a new life. After she extracted Vincent's teeth and put them in the car-crash body she burnt the corpse beyond recognition."
"Where is Vincent?" Gibbs demands of him.
"With mother. He's always with mother," Jonathan cry's making me feel bad for the boy who just wants his mother but he doesn't get it. Without thinking I move from my seat next to Gibbs and gently pull the child in a man's body into my arms and let him cry onto my shoulder.
"Hush. It's okay. It's okay. Help us please. They killed people, good people. Don't let them beat you, please help us," I whisper to him while rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him down.
"I can't they're my family."
"They have someone who is like family to me. Please. Where are they?"
"We already searched the funeral home," Gibbs states.
"Look harder!" Jonathan exclaims.
"Is Doctor Mallard there?" I softly ask him while trying to move away but he keeps holding me tightly.
"Probably."
"They didn't keep you informed?" Gibbs ask him while giving him, his hard look.
"They have lots of secrets. Terrible secrets with each other."
"You call your mother, Jonathan. You tell her we've release you. You tell her that everything is okay now, that we had run into a dead end. You convince her, Jonathan. If you don't, I will tear every tooth out of your skull!"
"Once we have the good doctor back, if you help us you can go back to your animals," I offer to him when he hesitate.
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"I got a light," Gibbs says while we watch the funeral home for any sign of Ducky that night.
"Let's go," Tony exclaims wanting just to get it over with.
"Wait."
"For what?"
"Let them get Ducky out of wherever they've been hiding him."
"Now?"
"Not yet. Okay get into positions," Gibbs orders before we all get into position, after a bit more waiting Gibbs signs that it is time and we kick the door in and run down the hall looking for Duck, Vincent and Mary.
"Where are they?" Gibbs yells at Fred.
"Turn around! Hands out! He's clean," McGee reports after arresting Fred and finding nothing on him.
"Get back," Gibbs orders Vincent and Mary who is standing over Ducky in the embalming room where he has a needle in his neck.
"Move back or you're dead," I yell out them while aiming my gun at them. Mary and Vincent moves over to the back wall away from Ducky and Kate moves over to them to cover them.
"Tony?" Gibbs calls to Tony who runs over to Ducky with me too look after him.
"My hands. Release my hands!" Ducky yells out us so I cut his hands free with my every present knife. Ducky puts pressure on his neck but he continues bleeding so he adds, "Get me something to stop the bleeding!" Tony hands him a piece of cloth off the bench next to him.
"Hands in the air!" Kate orders Vincent who picks up a scapple.
"I can't go back there," Vincent yells at us.
"Just do what they say, Vincent," Mary orders her son.
"Turn around! Face the wall!" Gibbs orders Vincent.
"Just do it."
"I love you, mother, but I can't do this again!" Vincent says to his mother before slicing his throat from ear to ear.
"No! No! My god, no! Oh my god no! Oh my god no! No god, they killed my son!" Mary screams while staring at her dead son.
"Come on, let's go!" Kate orders Mary who is crying hysterically.
"You're the one that got off easy, my boy. What kept you?" Ducky ask us making Gibbs smile and me laugh at the fact he almost died again but is annoyed for not coming faster.
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"The mother finally give a statement?" Tony ask Gibbs who walks into the squad room carrying a cup of coffee like normal.
"Yeah, short one. Two words," Gibbs answer while walking over to me at his desk and I have to move off the chair so he can sit down.
"So you seeing my frat brother tonight?" Tony ask Kate who is getting up and pack her stuff up to leave.
"As a matter of fact, I am. Steven feels bad. Said he'd like to make it up to me," Kate answers him.
"How'd he going to do that?"
"By telling mw things about you."
"Never gonna happen. The fraternal oath is sacred."
"Some things are even more sacred, Tony," Kate reminds him making him look confused before it darns on him what she mean.
"Alice. Alice. There you are," Abby yells while running into the squad room making me looking up to see the excited puppy she turns into.
"Here I am," I exclaim while raising my hands above my head so she can see me.
"I worked it out."
"What?"
"Come on," Abby exclaims while grabbing my arm and pulling after her to the elevator.
"Slow down Abby, I'm coming, I'm coming."
"This is so exciting. Come on," She pulls me into the elevator with Tony and Gibbs following because why not. Abby is so excited and they are noisy.
She pulls me out of the elevator before the doors are all the way open and straight into the lab over to her computer where she pushes me down onto her chair.
"Abs, what have you found?" Gibbs ask her when she begins bouncing around without telling us.
"Wait," Abby orders Gibbs while holding her finger up to shush him for a moment while staring at the back door that leads down to autopsy that Ducky always uses.
"Abigail, you called?" Ducky as while walking into the room making Abby bounce even more.
"Abby, if you're having an intervention, you have the wrong person. I think the one who needs an intervention is Gibbs for coffee or Tony for sex," I state.
"I ran your DNA like you asked," Abby says while pointing at me before continuing, "Anyway, I ran it and I got a hit. Do you know how it is?"
"Abby, if I start guessing, we are never going home. Just say a name, but if you say Ari, I am going to hit you."
"It's not Ari."
"Thank god."
"Actually, it's someone in this room," Abby explains while pulling the DNA report showing us the results making us all freeze in surprise at who it matches with.