[From Frame Up]
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3rd Person POV:
Abby was on the phone with the lab.
"All I'm saying is you might want to warn the person that actually made the mistake that got Stewart fired." She insisted. Just as the man responded the line went dead.
"Hello?" she called in confusion. A deranged chuckle broke her from her thoughts. The two girls looked up to spot Chip laughing quietly, spinning around a large hunting knife. Claire reached for her gun and mentally cursed, realizing it was in her desk drawer upstairs.
"It looks like we lost our connection." He joked.
"It was you." Abby growled and stood up. As she did Chip held out the knife towards her and Claire stepped in between the two.
"You worked at Pemperton Medical Analysis." Claire realized.
"Until I got fired." He growled, still holding the knife out.
"You took this job just to set up Tony." Abby glared. He nodded and pursed his lips.
"Yup…..and I did a pretty good job at it didn't it? Didn't it?" he questioned shakily as he took a step towards them. Claire growled. Chip mentally flashed back to all the evidence he gathered to frame him up. The apple Tony had chomped on and tossed in the trash. The tissues from when Tony got beat up undercover. When Tony threw away his gloves into the lab trashcan. Gathering fibers from Tony's mustang. He blinked as he glared back at Claire.
"I figured I might get a perk out of it too. But you kept pining over Tony the whole time. Even when he was an idiot!" Chip glowered at the agent. Claire rose a brow, realizing now what the odd look he had been giving her this whole time.
"I do not pine." She countered.
"Shut up!" he shouted, cutting her off. Claire began flexing her fingers, prepping for a fight as Chip's breaking point neared.
"What does Tony have that I don't have?! Huh?" he shouted manically.
"Well for one he's sane." She quipped, causing Chip to bristle.
"He's just going to move onto another whore you know." He taunted. Claire glared at him.
"I'm really going to enjoy kicking your ass." She threatened. Chip just laughed.
"You know I thought a fair trade would be taking down those two idiots who got me fired!" he growled, admitting to framing both George and Tony.
"But you two couldn't leave well enough alone could you!" he sneered, jutting the knife at them.
"Could you!" he growled at he lunged forward. Claire immediately grabbed his arm, locking his elbows as she tried to pry it from his grasp. Chip growled animalisticaly and threw her back into Abby who was a trying to get around them. Abby scrambled over towards her office, hoping to reach the phone. Chip picked his knife back up and lunged, but Claire caught him before he could reach her. Whipping around he swiped at her, Claire flinching back as she could feel it pierce her skin.
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Unaware as to what was going on, Ziva and Ducky were laughing at Tony's desk. Suddenly Gibbs turned to a picture and instantly bolted down to the elevators.
"Jethro?" Jenny questioned as the rest of the team sprinted after him without question. She glanced down to see a picture of Chip on the stand.
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Gibbs raced into autopsy his gun at the ready.
"Abby? Claire?!" he called, the others following behind. They looked around to see that her lab had been trashed, vials shattered and her Caf-pow splattered all over the floor, the color mingling with what was definitely blood. Tony's blood ran cold as he spotted Abby hunched over Claire who was on the ground, red splattering around her. Looking all disheveled Abby spun around to face them tiredly, revealing a very awake Claire. Tony rushed over towards them, not thinking about the others and he sat down next to Claire who smiled up tiredly. He scanned her over, finding a couple bruises and a slice on her hand but over all just fine.
"You ok?" he muttered lowly, his eyes widening in panic as to why she was on the floor. Claire nodded.
"Yea, blow to the head. Not a concussion so I'll be just fine in a couple minutes." She explained. Letting out a breath he nodded back at Gibbs. Abby pointed towards an enraged and tied up Chip she sighed, looking at the director who had just walked in.
"Now can I work alone." She asked pointedly. They all remained silent as they stared at the writhing and shouting Chip on the floor. Tony rose a brow and looked down at the girl on the floor.
"Welcome back." She weakly smiled.