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Damselfy: Chapter VIII
When Gibbs arrived back at the office, Tony and Tim were there, where they were supposed to be. He wanted this solved, so they'd better have something or he was going to dish out some much needed headslaps; something that had been lacking these past two days.
"What'd you find?" He asked.
"The apartment was empty, boss." Tony told Gibbs from behind his desk.
"What do you mean, empty?" Gibbs demanded, looking down at him.
"None of Reynolds' stuff was there," Tony said. "We talked to the landlord, and he said that Reynolds just up and went suddenly. The weeks prior there was a lot of activity, and then the day before the accident, he was gone. Moved out."
Gibbs was silent. He didn't like where all the coming evidence was adding up to. "Is that all?"
"Yeah." Tony said, albeit nervously. "What are you thinking, boss?" He asked, noticing Gibbs, expression.
"I'm thinking that there's no third-party involved in this." Gibbs growled.
Tim raised his brows in suprise at that. "No third-party?" He question.
"So, who...?" Tony started and stood when he realized. "Reynolds!"
Gibbs nodded.
"A suicide?"
"Well, that does fit." Tim spoke up.
The two men looked at the youngest Agent.
Tim stammered a little at the attention. "What I, uh, mean, is that Commander Reynolds' wife and daughter were his only life outside the Corps, and with the divorse, he had nothing left. If he, uh... if Reynolds died while on active duty, his daughter would be the one that got his pension after death."
"Ooh," Tony caught on. "And a bomb exploding during what was supposed to be just a training exercise would be the perfect plan."
"The perfect plan would be my son not dying in the explsion as well." Gibbs told Tony. "Shelby said that by the way Reynolds acted, he knew that the bomb was real."
"So, what's the plan, boss?" Tony questioned.
"Find me a suicide note," Gibbs ordered his agents, and went to the back elevator. He would show the design that Shelby told Kate and himself to Abby, and see what the exuberant goth came up with.
"I've got something for you, Abs." Gibbs said as he walked into Abby's lab.
"Ooh!" Abby spun around from her computers, a smile on her lips and her hands held out expectantly. But instead of getting the red caffeine that she was expecting, he slapped Kate's notes into the palm of her hand. "Aw, Gibbs." She pouted.
"Next time, Abby." Gibbs promised.
"Okay." She sighed. "So what's this?" She looked at the note book.
"It's Kate's notes," Gibbs told her. "Shelby described the bomb and I want a rendering."
"Does that mean he's okay?" Abbys asked.
"He's fine, Abby." He told her, but she could hear the note of concern anyway.
"Alright, bossman." Abby nodded. "I'll have done withing two hours."
"Good." Gibbs leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before he left.
Abby gave a sigh as she flipped through Kate's notes until she found the description of the bomb and then started her animation.
True to her word, two hours later, Abby had the animation of the bomb and the senario that may have went down. It was made easier with Kate's detailed notes of the bomb and the sketches and messurements of the scene. She called Gibbs, Tim and Tony down to her lab.
"I entered all the dimensions into my program and went through many animations before I found the right amount of plastic exlosives that were used. And this was what I came up with," She said.
"Ah, I love this thing." Tony muttered, already at the flat screen and ready for a show.
"Show me, Abs." Gibbs told the scientist.
"No need to say it twice," Abby clicked her mouse and the animation started.
The team watched the simulation. Gibbs' expression was hard as he watched the bomb go off, causing the mine to activate and his son to fly through the air. The screen went black, but his expression stay tight.
"How much plastic explossive was used, Abs?" Gibbs asked.
"By my calculations, near 12 grams within 5 pounds of clay." Abby told him. "If First Class Petty Officer Gibbs hadn't been able to get at least ten feet, the damage would have been more severe. The big bang came from the landmine, that was what killed Commander Reynolds, and helped propel the P.O."
"Are we still thinking this is suicide, boss?" Tim asked.
"Yes, McGee. So fine something to proof that all of this was planned." Gibbs growled.