CHAPTER 11
The silence was deafening then everyone started to talk, or rather shout at once.
Gibbs stopped the shouting with a piercing whistle. As soon as there was silence, Tony started questioning Ziva.
"Are you sure?"
"of course I'm sure Tony, I checked the ID copies the archive guard made"
"but they are both dead!"
"Yes Tony, I am aware of this fact" Ziva was exhausted and tired of Tony's idiotic questions and began to snap back at him.
Gibbs let them bicker for a few minutes before stepping in.
"Ziver, did you get a list of what files they accessed"
Grateful for the interruption, Ziva's tone softened and she dug a list out of her bag. "In addition to the 16 files we know about they also looked at 30 others, they are all summarised here"
"30! Good lord that means we potentially have another 30 victims!" Ducky blanched at the thought and reached for the open bottle of Bourbon.
Gibbs handed the list to McGee "Do your thing McGee, see if there is anything other than me linking these files"
McGee stood up and prepared to leave "you know, if we installed a high speed internet line here, I wouldn't have to waste time going back and forward to my apartment" he said hesitatingly.
"Fine, whatever it takes" Gibbs replied without missing a beat. "Ziva, go with him, from now on, no-one goes anywhere alone"
Over the next few days Gibbs house began to look more and more like a makeshift office with computers and files on every available surface. He refused to let anything technological intrude on his basement and found himself retreating there more and more. He didn't think there had ever been this many people in his house.
Abby seemed to have moved in and there was always someone asleep on his sofa. They had to keep up appearances at the office, so every day Ducky, Palmer and Abby went in with at least one of the agents.
They were settling down into a routine that was frustratingly getting them no where when another envelope was delivered to Autopsy.