Dangerous Measures

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Fornell sighed and sat down, looking blankly at his television. He cursed the powers-that-be for not allowing the investigation to go further. Apparently his director had been told not to investigate Gibbs' case any further, all they wanted was Gibbs to be brought back and put into custody. For him to be put away for a long time for the crimes he had supposedly committed.

Picking up his glass, he filled it with the strong amber liquid that would take away all of the cares and worries of the day. Taking a sip from the glass, he put it back on the coffee table and mused of the events of the day. Not long after his phone call to Gibbs, they'd found that Gibbs had used an ATM to withdraw all of the money in his account. A few hours later, a trace had been found on Gibbs' cell and everybody thought it was the end of the case, that they had his location. A bust had been set up with the local PD. It hadn't taken long to set up as everybody was eager to close the case.

Fornell smiled as he recalled what had happened.

"Suspect should be approaching unit three, confirm visual contact," Sparks said into his two-way radio

"Unit one, from unit three, confirming visual contact," came the reply

"All units move in!" Sparks spoke sharply into his radio

Fornell got out of his van and watched as a group of his agents approached their suspect. He frowned as he realised something was different about Gibbs, he appeared shorter and, it may have been the distance, but he had more hair, and it looked more black than grey. The only thing that looked 'Gibbs' about their suspect was the jacket he was wearing, and that the signal from Gibbs' cell was coming from the suspect's location.

Fornell groaned as his agents took down their suspect.

"What the hell…?" he heard over the two-way

After the confusion, their 'suspect' was questioned and handed over Gibbs' cell, wallet and his jacket. The suspect was charged with theft. They'd gone to the location that their suspect told them was where he'd robbed Gibbs. They eventually found Gibbs' abandoned car and had taken it back to headquarters for analysis.

Fornell took another sip from his glass, resting his head back on his couch. It'd been a long day. Hell, it'd been a long couple of days. Since they'd got the call about the murder of the young doctor, Wicks, two or three days ago, they'd been constantly on the go. None of them had had a proper nights rest. But now that they'd 'solved' the case, they'd retired early and would begin searching again in the early of hours of tomorrow morning.

"Good luck, Jethro," Fornell toasted, raising his glass


Ducky walked off the elevator and stopped, frowning when he saw that the lights were on in autopsy. Thinking back to when he left last night, he clearly remembered turning them off. Turning around, he pressed the button to get back onto the elevator, but the cart must've already moved off as it didn't open straight away. He gave a silent sigh and looked back at autopsy, remembering when the incident with Ari a few years ago. Reluctantly he slowly walked to the doors, hearing the whoosh as they opened. He walked in a saw that nothing was out of place, nothing apart from the body that lay on one of the autopsy tables. Frowning, he stepped closer, looking into the face of the young man in front of him.

"Young man, what are you doing on my table?" he asked the body

He sighed and spotted an envelope on the table next to it. Walking around the table, he picked up the envelope, reading the front, which was addressed to "Dr Donald (Ducky) Mallard". Pulling out the letter inside, he read the short note:

Ducky,

A small gift from a friend to aid you in your crusade. Prior autopsy notes are also enclosed. Good luck!

The birdie

Ducky frowned, putting the note down and taking out the autopsy notes. His eyes widened in surprise as he realised who the young man on his table was.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Wicks, it's a shame it isn't in better circumstances," Ducky said to the face of the young man


Gibbs grumbled as the computer in front of him refused to work again. He was in the library, trying to access more information on Wicks and the other two murders. Well, that was the idea anyway, but the computer didn't seem to be clued in on the plan. He didn't want to ask for help as he didn't want the attention, but the damn computer wouldn't work! Grumbling again, he hit the keys on the keyboard harder, hoping that would make the computer do what he wanted.

"Can I help you?" a voice asked from behind him

Gibbs closed his eyes, silently cursing, before turning around to see a young man standing behind him. Gibbs put on a smile, "The computer isn't working,"

The librarian looked over his shoulder at the screen and smiled, "Mind if I …?"

Gibbs moved out of the way, "Go ahead,"

The librarian typed a few keys, then stood back, "There you go, you had the computer set in…"

"Don't worry about explaining, I don't know much about computers. Will it work now?" Gibbs interrupted

"Of course," the man stepped back, then frowned at him, "Do I know you from somewhere?"

All of a sudden, Gibbs had a feeling of dread, calmly replying, "Nah, I just have a familiar face,"

The man smiled, "I see. Um, if you need anymore help, just give me a shout,"

Gibbs watched the man walk away, before turning back to his computer.


Kate and Tony patiently waited in the waiting room for Wicks' newest shrink to see them. Apparently he was busy with another patient at the moment and should be out in around another ten to twenty minutes. They watched the receptionist flick through channels on the television, finally stopping on the news channel.

"So, what do you think?" Kate asked

Tony turned to her, questioningly, "About what?"

"Who do you think was most likely?" Kate asked

"Dunno," Tony replied, looking back to the TV, "The person over the internet sounds a bit sus,"

"Yeah," Kate responded.

Tony frowned at the TV as a picture of Gibbs showed on the screen, "You know, no matter how this turns out, his reputation is gonna be screwed,"

"I know," Kate replied with a sigh

They looked up as somebody walked out of the office and through the waiting room.

"Dr. Turner will see you now," the receptionist told them

Kate and Tony stood up and walked into the office, shaking hands with the psychiatrist as they walked through the door.

"What can I do for you?" Turner asked, "Are you here for marriage counseling?"

Tony and Kate exchanged a look, "I take it your receptionist didn't tell you who we are?" Tony asked

Turner gave them a blank look.

Kate took out her badge, "NCIS, Special Agents Todd and DiNozzo. What can you tell us about George Wicks?"

"I've already told you guys everything," Turner argued, defensively

"Tell us again," Tony replied


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