Dear readers, please deal with me and my NCIS scenes. I love NCIS, but I'm not super crazy about it, so I'm sorry if the characters aren't strictly canon. I'm trying, and I'm open to any critiques! Thanks guys!
Chapter 2
"Robert Wilson has a family back in Boston," McGee explained, showing the team a picture of the dead marine, a young woman, and a young boy about 4 years old, from the television screen, clicking his remote to change the picture when needed. "Our records show he has been in and out of George Washington University Hospital receiving chemotherapy."
"What for?" Ziva asked inquisitively, biting the tip of her pen.
"Err," Tim said, flipping through his papers. "Liver cancer."
"What about suspects, McGee," Gibbs said, growing impatient.
"The guy has a pretty clean track record," Timothy continued. "except for one thing. About five years ago Sergeant Wilson got tied up in some gang business. I guess one of his best friends Oliver Phillips, also a marine, got involved with some arms dealings. The police were called in when a massive fight broke out amongst the gang while Wilson was there, leaving three dead including his friend."
"Sergeant Wilson came up clean after the police investigation," Tony chimed in. "But Phillips' family, especially Oliver's father, began harassing Wilson and his family. They blamed him for Oliver's gang dealings; said Wilson was a bad influence on him."
"How in the world could anybody say something like that about this man?" Ziva asked, pointing to the picture of the marine with his wife and child. McGee shrugged. Gibbs shifted his weight anxiously.
"Bring Mr. Phillips in for questioning then," he instructed. "I'm going to see if Ducky has found anything yet."
In the morgue, Gibbs found Ducky happily chatting away at the dead body.
"What have you got, Duck?" Gibbs asked, announcing his presence in case the sliding door hadn't already given it away.
"Ah, Jethro," the coroner said, looking up from the chart he was scribbling notes onto. "As always, you have impeccable timing." Gibbs smirked as he approached Ducky.
"Good," Gibbs said. "What story does this marine tell you?" Ducky smiled, carefully pointing to a section of the dead man's head that looked a bit beaten.
"This man suffered severe head trauma before entering the water," he began. "Various scrapes and bruises tell us that this man was involved in a pretty hefty fight before he was knocked out by this head injury. After falling or being thrown into the bay, the unconscious Sergeant Wilson drowned. You know, my grandfather used to tell me don't play…"
"Ducky," Jethro said to retrieve the man's attention. "Did the toxicology results come back yet?"
"Indeed they did, actually, just before you arrived," Ducky responded. "Quite shocking, really." Gibbs leaned over Ducky's shoulder to peer at the piece of paper. "Abby found a trace of some type of steroid; something we've never seen before. Other than that, the elevated white blood cell count and the chemotherapy, all the other levels in this man's body are perfect."
"Ducky? Ducky?" a familiar voice said from the webcam next to Ducky's computer. Ducky stepped aside and peered behind him to see Abby peeking in on the morgue. When she caught sight of Gibbs, she became even more excited. "Gibbs, Gibbs! You're just the person I wanted to see!"
"Then why on earth did you call my office?" Ducky said, pretending to be appalled to tease the forensic scientist.
"Because I wanted to see if you knew where Gibbs was!" she exclaimed.
"You have something for me already, Abs?" Gibbs asked. Abby looked offended.
"Don't you have any faith in me, Gibbs?" she asked, smirking.
"I'm on my way."
Gibbs found Abby in her lab, going through files on her computer.
"What've you got, Abs?" Gibbs asked. Abby jumped up and wrapped her arms around Gibbs.
"It's so good to see you, Gibbs!" she said happily. Gibbs patted her back and grinned.
"What've you got, Abs?" he asked again. She hopped back and her pigtails bounced. The boss followed Abby over to her evidence table where he noticed McGee, filling out paperwork.
"This gun, Gibbs, is Sergeant Wilson's," Abby stated proudly. Gibbs continued looking at her expectantly. "This is the weapon that knocked the sergeant out. The barrel matches the wound on his head perfectly."
"Okay," Gibbs said. "So somebody used his gun to knock him out. Were there any prints?" Abby frowned.
"The only prints on the gun were Wilson's," she admitted. "However, there was some blood on his clothes. It wasn't the sergeant's, so we did some DNA testing."
"And?" Gibbs smiled.
"McGee!" Abby pointed to her co-worker. Tim dropped his pen and pulled up a military ID from Abby's computer, projecting it onto the wall just beyond. Gibbs looked at it intently.
"Sergeant Mason Gerald," McGee began. "He left the military 3 years ago, around the same time as Sergeant Wilson. He now works for Starlex, a pharmaceutical manufacturing company specializing in steroids." McGee noticed the flash of realization in Gibbs' eyes. "What's up, boss?"
"Where is the Starlex office?" Gibbs inquired.
"Boston, why?" McGee asked.
"I'll be damned, McGee," Gibbs said. "We're goin' to Boston."
